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A Continuation of the Reminiscences of John Watson, M.D.

           AmongthemanybilletswhichIhavefilledinAmericaduringmywanderinglife,IwasoncejanitorandsweeperoutofthelaboratoryatYorkCollege. Onedaytheprofessorwaslecturingonpoisions,25andheshowedhisstudentssomealkaloid,ashecalledit,whichhehadextractedfromsomeSouthAmericanarrowpoison,andwhichwassopowerfulthattheleastgrainmeantinstantdeath. Ispottedthebottleinwhichthispreparationwaskept,andwhentheywereallgone,Ihelpedmyselftoalittleofit. Iwasafairlygooddispenser,soIworkedthisalkaloidintosmall,solublepills,andeachpillIputinaboxwithasimilarpillmadewithoutthepoison. IdeterminedatthetimethatwhenIhadmychance,mygentlemenshouldeachhaveadrawoutofoneoftheseboxes,whileIatethepillthatremained. Itwouldbequiteasdeadly,andagooddeallessnoisythanfiringacrossahandkerchief. FromthatdayIhadalwaysmypillboxesaboutwithme,andthetimehadnowcomewhenIwastousethem. 

           “Itwasneareronethantwelve,andawild,bleaknight,blowinghardandrainingintorrents. Dismalasitwasoutside,IwasgladwithinsogladthatIcouldhaveshoutedoutfrompureexultation. Ifanyofyougentlemenhaveeverpinedforathing,andlongedforitduringtwentylongyears,andthensuddenlyfounditwithinyourreach,youwouldunderstandmyfeelings. Ilitacigar,andpuffedatittosteadymynerves,butmyhandsweretrembling,andmytemplesthrobbingwithexcitement. 

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