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He replied no, but he felt mighty bad, and asked how I was 

 feeling now ; I told him I felt all right, never felt better in my 

 life, but always before my worst attacks I feel the best. Joe 

 asked if he hadn't better get up and sleep in a chair. 1 told 

 him no, to go to sleep, that he could tell when the spells were 

 coming on by my jerking. Joe lay still a little while, as if 

 planning for an emergency, suddenly starting up said, sup- 

 pose I don't wake up when you commence jerking? This last 

 remark tickled me so that to restrain a smothered laugh I 

 made a few jerks before I intended to. Joe made a spring, 

 crying out, " he's jerking boys," and he and all the boys went 

 out through the window ; I followed with my pistol and razor, 

 and of course took after Joe. He made for a fence and corn 

 patch hard by, and as he mounted the fence I blazed away with 

 my pistol ; Joe and several rails fell on the other side, and as he 

 arose I was close behind him, then through the corn we went, 

 Joe parting the stalks with both hands, as he ran but I pushed 

 him so close that he turned back to the house and as he struck 

 the fence again I split his shirt with my razor from the 

 colar clean out to the end of the tail, making an apron of it ; 

 we rose on the fence together and came down on the other 

 side with three or four pannels of fence, but Joe had no id?ea 

 of surrender, making a break for Dr. Earle's room, bursted 

 through the door, yelling : " Doctor, Doctor, Doctor, he's got a 

 spell on him, he's nearly killed me, oh Lord, Doctor ! " The 

 Doctor was greatly startled and his family badly frightened, 

 but he lighted a candle and there stood poor Joe in his wife's 

 room, shaking with terror, his shirt split and entirely open 

 at the back. The Doctor rushed mto our room to find out the 

 trouble, but we were back as still as mice, and begged pardon 

 for the disturbance; told the Doctor we had not intended to 



