PEEP AT OUR NEIGHBORS. 7

tire control of me, and knocked every
other thought and idea out of my head.
The hats—so I was told afterward,
though I could not have been sensible
of it at the time—fell to the floor, at the
moment that I turned to look down-
ward.

My memory of what took place after
I stepped upon the scaffold, is very con-
fused and misty. I remember looking
down. I remember, too, that I felt
sick ; that everything began to go round
and round, and that I~went round and
round with everything; that sometimes I
was on the floor, sometimes-on the mow,
sometimes on the scaffold, and sometimes