About the seventh hour she got outrageous again. Her husband and some gentlemen friends were in the next room, fearing she would become unmanageable and I might require their assistance; but not so, as I found in her greatest rage I could manage her. She raved throughout the whole day, but toward night became a little more calm; then nothing would do but I must go to bed. Thinking I was asleep, she took a light and held it to my face, then she got a pair of stockings, pulled them on my feet, and decorated my head with blue ribbons; she then locked the door, took out the key and put it in her bosom; then coming to the bed, she again looked at me, and still thinking me asleep, gently opened the window. I now sprang to my feet and asked her what she was going to do. She said she was going out. I told her she should not do so, when she again got into one of her most ungovernable fits.
I was afraid I could not manage her and called for assistance, but no one could get in as the door was locked and the key in her bosom. I had at length to throw her down and take the key from her and throw it over the door top, when her husband got it, opened the door and came in: it was then about twelve o'clock at night and she raged till twelve the next day.
Her husband and the doctor went out and procured a furnished house. The family owning it had left for the south, and they took the house, thinking they could manage her better by having her quiet and still.
I went with her to the house, and her husband employed another woman to assist me in taking care of her. I staid with her all the day and about eleven o'clock at night I went to bed feeling perfectly
