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Naturalist. 

 , from Mr. Pinkston Earle, and divided the i 



[•J .me. 



s of curtains. The r 



> filled with fur 



"general living" apartment, sleeping and pre- 



u re and used ; 



The front portion of the room he stocked with 

 miscellaneous goods, toys, confectionery, etc. These he purchased and 

 1 )UI(I u ' r i» Philadelphia, which he visited each week with the purpose 

 of replenishing his stock. He fastened a sign to his window reading 

 A. J. Brown. Had he known Latin enough to say so he might truly 

 bave i exclaimed, "Cogito ergo sum!" only the particular ego which 

 was thinking would unhesitatingly have called itself A. J. Brown' 



Ihe room which he rented was part of a house in which the Earle 

 family were dwelling, but although they came into daily contact with 

 «• Mr. Brown," there was nothing in his manner or proceedings which 

 suggested anything peculiar. He was quiet in his behavior, precise 

 and regular in his habits, and paid his bill promptly. He was espe- 

 cially punctual in the closing of his store at 9 P.M. on ordinary week 

 days and at 10 P. M. on Saturdays. He attended the Methodist church 

 on Sunday, and on one occasion, at a religious meeting, he related an 

 incident he said he had witnessed on a steamer vears previou.lv, on 

 the passage from Albany to New York, and his remarks were thought 

 particularly relevant to the point under consideration. In short none 

 of the persons who had any dealings with him conceived any suspicion 

 that he was in any unusual condition. 



On the morning of Monday, March 14, about five o'clock, he heard, 

 he says, an explosion like the report of a gun or a pistol, and waking, 

 he noticed there was a ridge in his bed not like the bed he had been 

 accustomed to sleep in. He noticed the electric light opposite his win- 

 dows He rose and pulled away the curtains and looked out on the 

 street. He felt very weak, and thought he had been drugged His 

 next sensation was that of fear, knowing that he was in a place where 

 he had no business to be. He feared arrest as a burglar. He says 

 this is the only t.me in his life he ever feared a policeman. 



The last thing he could remember before waking was seeing the 

 Adams Express wagons at the corner of Dorrance and Broad Streets 

 « I rnvr.lence, on his way from the store of his nephew in Broad Street 

 — *» ! residence in Westminster Street, on January 17. 



He waited to hear ! 



, and for two hours he suffered 



great mental distress. Finally he tried the door, and finding it fast- 

 ened on the inside, opened it. Hearing some one moving in the next 

 room, he rapped at the door. Mr. Earle opened it and said, " Good 

 mornrng, Mr. Brown." B. : "Where am I?" E.: "You're all 



