They
throw dust in the people's eyes about it, and make a great many,
who know nothing at all of the evils of drinking in themselves,
believe some bugbear story about trampling on the rights of I
don't know who, nor they either. As for rum-sellers' rights, I
never could see any right they had to get rich by ruining poor
devils such as I am. I think, though, that we have some right to
be protected against them."
The ringing of a bell here announced the arrival of some traveler,
and the hostler left me.
I learned, during the morning, that Matthew, the bar-keeper, and
also the son of Mr. Slade, were both considerably hurt during the
affrays in the bar-room, and were confined, temporarily, to their
beds. Mrs. Slade still continued in a distressing and dangerous
state. Judge Lyman, though shockingly injured, was not thought to
be in a critical condition.
A busy day the sheriff had of it, making arrests of various
parties engaged in the last night's affairs. Even Slade, unable as
he was to lift his head from his pillow, was required to give
heavy bail for his appearance at court. Happily, I escaped the
inconvenience of being held to appear as a witness, and early in
the afternoon had the satisfaction of finding myself rapidly borne
away in the stage-coach. It was two years before I entered the
pleasant village of Cedarville again.
NIGHT THE EIGHTH.
REAPING THE WHIRLWIND.
I was in Washington City during the succeeding month.
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