I am hurt all over, but I cannot tell the full extent yet, because the doctor is not done taking inventory.

He will make out my manifest this evening.

However, thus far he thinks only sixteen of my wounds are fatal.

I don't mind the others.
Upon regaining my right mind, I said: "It is an awful savage tribe of Indians that do the beadwork and moccasins for Niagara Falls, doctor.

Where are they from ?" "Limerick, my son." ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS--[Written about 1865.] "MORAL STATISTICIAN."-- I don't want any of your statistics; I took your whole batch and lit my pipe with it.