They laughed till they cried at some of my mistakes, but they
weren't no mistakes, not on your life. It was all done a-purpose.
They said I was the only man from Lebanon they wouldn't have cut up and
boiled, and they was going to have the blood of the Lebanon lot before
they'd done. I pretended to get mad, and I talked wild. I said that
Lebanon would get them first, that Lebanon wouldn't wait, but'd have it
out; and I took off my coat and staggered about--blind-fair blind boozy.
I tripped over some fool's foot purposely, just beside a bench against
the wall, and I come down on that bench hard. They laughed--Lord, how
they laughed! They didn't mind my givin' 'em fits--all except one or
two. That was what I expected. The one or two was mad. They begun
raging towards me, but there I was asleep on the bench-stony blind,
and then they only spit fire a bit. Some one threw my coat over me.
I hadn't any cash in the pockets, not much--I knew better than that--and
I snored like a sow. Then it happened what I thought would happen. They
talked. And here it is. They're going to have a strike in the mills,
and you're to get a toss into the river.
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