The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1877-03-14

shock could not realize my situation. It
seemed so much like dream that even when
the priests, dirty and ignorant as they are in
that country, came TO prepare me for death
that morning, / could not believe it true.
There was a DR.. Dalmere, q thin, crooked
Frenchman, came in to see US, and he
felt our pulse and our neck, and gave Us
each glass of strong gin, / thought it was
before he left. The priest said he had got
permission OF the authorities to keep our
bodies. fell into a sort of stupor, my brain
seemed all of a whirl, and / said Just what
the priest told me, without knowing what !
said. / have just an indistinct remembrance
of being led TO the scaffold. 1t was arranged
with big black knife, after the manner of q
guilotine. saw the two or three thousand
miserable people looking on, and Pedro cry
ing like q little babe when they
led him 10. The scaffold was right
before Dalmere's house, and / saw him
standing near, and he put his hand into
trough of water beneath the axe. very much
as If he was feeling how warm it was That
is about the last / remember. know they
put bandage over my eyes, and recollect
waiting, it seemed an age, for my turn to
come after Pedro.
But did not die; the first / knew again
felt prickly sensation all over my body,
and when / opened my eyes Dr. Dalmere
was looking over me. ] went to speak, but
and the doctor motioned with his hand for
me to keep still. There was a little piece of
looking glass on the other side of the
room, and though | could not see myself
in it saw somebody was lying near me, and
then l caught sight of Pedro's thick, bushy
head, with bad looking cash in his throat
l think IL must have been three weeks be-
fore knew anything more; then ] felt that
same pricking sensation again, and / turned
and moved over, and saw that the doctor
was working a small galvanic battery. He
came to me and poured some LIQUOR down
my throat, and / was soon able to sit up,
and the next day to walk and talk. He kept
me quiet for another week; then he told me
/ was well enough to get away and he would
help me. We left in the dark and set out
for Paca, near the mouth of the Amazon.
The doctor explained to me while we were
together that he succeeded Immediately after
the execution in checking the flow of blood,
and kept up the proper degree of warmth
till he could carry on his work by himself
Pedro, he said, he had been unable to save,
owing to the manner in which the knife had
struck one of the spinal vertebra. expert
enced strange sort OF unfitness about my
limbs and asked him the cause and lust
before we parted he told me that in his
haste he had made a mistake and
got my head on Pedro's body.
That is truth of my story, men. The
name of my head was George Armstrong. ]
am good for nothing but tramp now. I've
got all the internal Pedros laziness. And
then every little while have such fits as
you saw tonight. You can see where the
trunk is joined on. He pulled down his
dingy red shirt, and the others crowded
round TO look. The skin on the breast was
dark and swarthy. A thin white scar ran
round his neck, and the flesh above the.scar,
where not exposed, was a shade lighter The
other dodgers looked on in establishment for
time, and the man laid down on his hard
bench and would answer no more questions