face and look of a demon, and from every part of the
room their eyes glared at me; others had their throats
gashed to the very spine, while every one of them
accused me of being the cause of their misery.
Then devils and men would rush at me and pin me to
the wall of my room, by driving sharp, red-hot spikes
through my body. I could see and feel the blood
streaming from my wounds until my clothes were covered
with it. Then they would take red-hot irons,
and burn and scrape my flesh from my bones. They
would pull and tear my teeth out, and dash them in
my face. Then they would take sharp, crooked
knife blades, and run them through my body, and tear
me to pieces, and hold up before my eyes my bleeding,
burned and quivering flesh, and it would turn to bloody,
hissing snakes. Then I looked and could see my
coffin and dead body. Then I came back to life
again, and I heard voices under my head cursing me,
and saying that they would bury me alive. At this
the devils seized me, and I could feel myself flying
through the air. At last they stopped, and I
heard a heavy door open. They dragged me into
what they told me was a vault, and, when I tried to
escape, I found nothing but solid walls. The
floor was stone, and slippery and slimy. I could
hear rats and mice running over the floor. They
would run up my sleeves and down my neck. In
trying to escape from them I struck a coffin; it fell
on the hard stone floor and burst open; then the room
lighted up, and the skeleton from the burst coffin
stood up before me, and a long, slimy snake crawled
up and wrapped the skeleton to the very neck; and
that horrid thing of bones, with a living snake coiled
all about it, walked up to me and laid its bony fingers
on my face. No language can give the least idea
of the horrid sights and sufferings in the drunkard’s
madness.
CHAPTER XIII.
Recovery—Trip to Maine—Lecturing in that State—Dr. Reynolds, the
“Dare to do right” reformer—Return to Indianapolis—Lecturing—Newspaper
extracts—The criticisms of the press—Private letters of encouragement—
Friends dear to memory—Sacred names.
After recovering from the debauch just described,
which I did in the course of two or three days, I
went East to the State of Maine, where I remained
about three months, lecturing in all the principal
cities, and in some of them a number of times.
In Bangor, especially, I was warmly welcomed, and I
spoke there as often as ten times, each time to a crowded
house. Dr. Reynolds, the celebrated “Dare
to do right” reformer, was at that time a resident
of Bangor, and I had the honor to make his acquaintance.
While in Bangor I made my headquarters at his office,
and was much benefited and strengthened by coming
in contact with him. Days and weeks passed, and
I did not taste liquor, although at times, when depressed
and tired from over-work, I found it difficult in
the extreme to resist the cravings of my appetite.