ness as the wound on the back of my head was not yet quite healed. I then dived my hand in beneath the bandage in front. My worst fears were realized, and I sank back on the pillow. From the first I found it a most difficult matter to speak even a few words. I now felt inclined to speak again, and thought there must be something wrong with my mouth; so I felt the gums with my tongue, but they were quite smooth. I then tried them with my finger, but there was not a tooth left.
I thought for a moment, then moved my feet, to make sure they too were not gone.
The image of the beast that gave me the fall now presented itself to my mind, and I was up again at once, and mad with rage. How I longed for my six-shooter, to put a bullet through him! Oh! if I could only find him!
A man now (a stranger to me) appeared at the door with a bottle in his hand; he advanced towards the table without uttering a word, poured a small quantity of the contents of his bottle in a vessel resembling a spoon. This he held right up against my mouth, and then looked at me in what I thought a very determined manner. I scarcely knew what to do. However, I opened my mouth mechanically, and down it went. I got relief
