Birmingham age-herald., 1894-07-17
TIED TO A MANIAC.
George Tells Why He Doesn't Care to Visit
 the Insane Asylum.

George Tells Why He Doesn't Care to Visit
 the Insane Asylum.
 Three miners from Angels Camp were in Stockton recently. They staid at the Commercial hotel, and during the day met several old time acquaintances. In the afternoon one of the trio suggested trip through the State Insane asylum.
 Excuse me- I prefer to stay outside the walls of that institution" said the smallest man of the three, man who would probably weigh about l2O pounds "Six or seven years ago was working a placer claim up in Placer county on the American river. l formed partnership with powerful Italian called Macaroni Mike. He was a big fellow, weighed at least 240 pounds and was as strong as an OK team. Macaroni was known to have lifted 750 pounds dead weight from the ground and placed it in wagon. He was a great partner, as cheerful as a schoolgirl about to graduate. But Macaroni fell in love- and the object of his big, manly heart was little French girl, the daugh- ter of miner
 "Macaroni thought all was right when one morning in early summer he learned that his little sweetheart had skipped to Sacramento with young grocer from Michigan Bluff and got married. From that time on he was queer, but was not violent until about month later, when one evening while we were eating our ba- con, beans and trout Macaronf suddenly sprang from his chair, and yelling, I'll killa the monp dashed wildly up the trail from the river in the direction of Forest Hill We found Macaroni about 10 o'clock that night seated on fallen log, his huge body swaying from side to side, and he moaning like wounded bear. Being my partner, it was thought best that 1 should first approach him and see if I could man. age him. I did so, and to my happy sur prise found that he had become very quiet and talked quite rational.
 q felt sure Macaroni was himself again. I know if we endeavored to tic his hands and feet he'd get his dago up and clean us all out. So suggested that when he fell asleep they slip moose of lariat around one of his ankles and fasten the other end to the rope around my ankle. Then, should Macaroni awake and at- tempt to leave us, I'd feel the tug and try to quiet him. They acted on the sugges- tion, and half an hour later we were all snoring away on the bosom of mother earth.
 About o'clock in the morning I 
 my broncho began bucking, and just as was about to be yanked from the saddle awoke, to find Macaroni tearing down the hillside and flying after him. One mo- ment I'd be on my feet; the next on my head; then on my back; then rolling side ways; then over again I'd go, expecting every bump to be my last. Wheprf got my senses again, was in my cabin, a rsaass of bruises and cuts from head to foot. lr., '' Where's Maoaroni?' asked. "'Guess he's in Stockton, George, re- piled my miner attendant. 'He cut loose from you after dragging you 200 yards down the hill and through the brush. A week later he was captured in the noun tains, and finally sent to the asylum at Stockton.'
 No, don't think I'll go to see the in mates of the asylum. I've had enough of lunatics. ."-Stockton Gal Mail.