The next thing I found myself standing on a railroad track; I could just see the headlight of the engine and hear the faint rumble of the cars, and when I tried to move off the track I found I was tied with a hundred ropes.  It seemed to me there were a hundred devils up in the air, and each one had hold of a rope that was wound around my body in such a way that I could not move.  The cars were coming closer and closer, faster and faster; the light of the engine looked like one horrid eye of fire; I could hear the rattle and rush of a thousand wheels; it was coming right on me with the rapidity of lightning.  I could feel the beating of my heart, and my hair stood up and shook and shivered.  The engine ran up to me and stopped, the hot smoke and steam choking and smothering me.  The devils cursed and howled because the cars did not run over me; they said the next time there would come sure death; then they opened the doors of the engine, and threw in cats and dogs, men, women, and children.  I could hear them scream as the hot flames wrapped themselves about them, until they would burst open; and that engine was red-hot.  I could see the grin of skeleton demons, as, with a horrid curse, they motioned the engine to move back; and back, back it went, until I could just see a faint light; then, at the wild, cursing, screaming command of my tormentors, I could hear the cars coming again, faster and faster, closer and closer, and that engine ran at me just that way all night.  It seemed just as real, and my sufferings were just as intense, as if it had been a reality.  When morning came the devils left me, swearing that they would come back at night, and thus I was tortured all day with the dread of what was coming again at night.  That day, as I was walking, hens and chickens would turn into little men and women; they were dressed up in bloody clothes; they would surround me, and pick my body full of holes; then they would pick my eyes out, and I could see my eyes dropping from their bloody bills.

When night came I went to my room.  I could hear voices talking in all parts of the house.  They would gather about me and whisper and talk about some way in which they would kill me; then the windows would be full of cats, and I could feel little kittens in my pockets; and when I walked I would step on kittens, and they would mew, and the old cats would howl and burst through the windows, and claw me to pieces.  Then devils would take live, howling, squalling cats, and pound me with them until I was surrounded and walled in with dead cats.  The more I suffered, and the harder I tried to escape, the more intense seemed their joy.  The room would be full of every loathsome insect; they would crawl, fly, and buzz around me, stinging me in the face and eyes.  Then the room would fill with rats and mice, and they would run all over me.  Then ten thousand devilish forms would all rush at me.  There were human forms of every size and shape.  Some of them had the