. Lost Lenore; or, The adventures of a rolling stone . no longer control my teniper. Page 263. AN ADYENTUKE WITH A BLACK FELLOW. 263 and was preparing to act on the offensive, the black madea third blow with his wadcly waddy. This I was unable,altogether, to avoid; and the club struck heavily againstone of my legs. Irritated by the pain produced, I could no longer con-trol my temper; and, grasping the crowbar with bothhands, I aimed a blow at the black fellows head. I did not strike with the intention of killing the only knew that my life was in danger ; and that I wassuffering great pai
. Lost Lenore; or, The adventures of a rolling stone . no longer control my teniper. Page 263. AN ADYENTUKE WITH A BLACK FELLOW. 263 and was preparing to act on the offensive, the black madea third blow with his wadcly waddy. This I was unable,altogether, to avoid; and the club struck heavily againstone of my legs. Irritated by the pain produced, I could no longer con-trol my temper; and, grasping the crowbar with bothhands, I aimed a blow at the black fellows head. I did not strike with the intention of killing the only knew that my life was in danger ; and that I wassuffering great pain from the wound I had received. Thir,however, had irritated me beyond the power of controllingmyself; and, no doubt, my whole strength was given tothe stroke. The crowbar descended upon the black fellows nakedcrown; and never shall I forget the horrible sound madeby the crashing in of his skull. It was not only horrible,but sickening; and for a moment completely unmannedme. It was not the mere thought that I had broken a,mans head that unmanned me ;
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