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Text for Page 026 [11-03-1857]

had all embarked on one boat, when Haney insisted on the party
dividing.   I followed and Cahill followed me.     Then Haney found
me fencing with my stick with a man, who had a gun, on the ferry
dock.     He says the fellow appeared a little excited and remarked
�I�m an ugly boy when I get started.�     Presently I was on the ferry
boat at the further end when � so they tell me � a man came up to 
and asked �Do you know what you said to me?�       Upon which
I began instantly to pull off my coat, gave my stick to Cahill and
made a violent blow at the interrogator and � fell down perfectly
helpless, with the impetus of the action.    And then he began to kick
me about the head and face, savagely.            I was so powerless, from
liquor that I could only hold my hands before my face, trying in
a faint way to shield it from the blows.       I fancy too he tried to
gouge me, which my cuts corroborate.   Meantime it seems Haney
had advanced to the rescue, and was fighting a couple of rounds
with others of my assailants party.   There were three or five
of them � accounts differ; but incline to the latter number.
I was up again somehow and sparring � and down again. Whether
I got kicked this time I don�t know � likely enough.       My
next recollection is connected with a car.   I was standing on
the end, partly supported by Cahill, catching a glimpse of women
in hi side looking scared and terrified at my face which
was covered with blood.      How I got to Bleecker Street I can
never tell.         I remember rising four times in the night to
wash and rewash my face, filling the basin with blood,
drinking from the ewer, finding the pillow all dotted and 
the like.        The other fellows, after their boat had started
heard the noise of the fight and were impatient not to be present.
After taking O�Brien, who was very drunk to Davenport�s, in               
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