I had, anyway.

At last I met my match, and I got my dose.

It was during a misunderstanding conducted with crowbars with a fellow we used to call Hercules.
He laid me out with a crusher alongside the head that made everything crack, and seemed to spring every joint in my skull and made it overlap its neighbor.

Then the world went out in darkness, and I didn't feel anything more, and didn't know anything at all -- at least for a while.
When I came to again, I was sitting under an oak tree, on the grass, with a whole beautiful and broad country landscape all to myself--nearly.

Not entirely; for there was a fellow on a horse, looking down at me--a fellow fresh out of a picture-book.