"Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear. And I heard ‘Alcide’ sing, and that little dance she did. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring him to prepare for eternity. We shall have a reg'lar squall afore we gets across.
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