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I was getting work done. No use talking. I was locked in a 

 cell. I WHS taken out of there bound, jammed into a wagon on 

 my back; dragged out of that and put in a hand- wagon, and from 

 tlience dragged into the Bellevue Hospital, where for many days 

 I was tortured ou a stretcher, kicked in the face when bound, and 

 treated in the most cruel manner possible; pronounced insane; 

 chalked for the asylum. I escaped, and reason is on its throne 

 yet, and I liave had more powers of endurance than any liorse 

 tliat ever lived, and have published this work, fulfilled my contracts 

 with men in New York, and still I sail and the world moves for 

 all that. I am going to publish a book and give the true account 

 of the brutality I experienced. GERARD DOANE. 



