I was boiling with rage. I got up,
but I didn't say anything; no one would have answered me if I had; they
were all asleep, by the way. We call such business hazing, but it's mean
and dirty.
I went to work as usual the next day, and thought and planned all day
how to catch one of those fellows. I figured out the following plan: I
did not go to bed that night until quite late; the gas was turned down
low, and I made noise enough for them to hear me. When I was ready for
bed I knelt down and turned my head as quick as a flash to catch the
throwers, for I knew they would throw again. Just as I turned I caught
the fellow in the act of throwing a bottle. It seemed as though the
Devil had got me for fair again, for I made a rush for that fellow, got
him by the throat, pulled him out of bed and jumped on him, and I think
if it hadn't been for the watchman I would have killed him; but he said,
"Dan, for God's sake don't kill him!" I let up, and, standing upon that
dormitory floor, beds all around, every one awake, about 11 P. M., I
gave my first testimony, which was something like this: "Men, I've quit
drinking--been off the stuff about two weeks, a thing I have not done in
years unless locked up.
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