When light dawned the horrible objects disappeared to some extent, and by a terrible effort I was able to control my mind, and reason on my condition.  I was weak, nervous, and sick.  I thought I would eat something, and try to gain a little strength.  The very moment that I sat down to the breakfast table, every dish on that table turned to a living, moving, horrid object.  The plates, cups, knives and forks became turtles, frogs, scorpions, and commenced to live and move toward me.  I left the table without eating a bite.  I went back to the city that day.  I had but just got there when I wanted some whisky.  I took a drink.  During the day I drank as many as twenty glasses of liquor, and by evening I had got myself so steadied that I took the cars for home.  I got as far as Connersville, where I remained during the balance of my drunk.  I kept drinking for three or four days, and then commenced to vomit again.  By this time I had got so weak that it was with the greatest effort that I could stand on my feet or walk one step.  I felt the madness coming on again with tenfold fury.  My terrible fear gave me more strength.  I left the house, and started out on the road, and in an instant I was surrounded by what seemed a million of demons and devils; it seemed as though hell had opened up before me.  The earth burst open under my feet, and hot, rolling flame was all around me.  I could feel my hair and eyebrows scorch and burn; then in a moment everything would change.  I could hear a thousand voices, all talking to me at the same time, and every one threatening me with some horrid death; then I would be surrounded with wild animals, fighting and tearing each other to pieces, and glaring at me, while devils told me they would tear me to pieces; then a tiger took my whole arm between his bloody jaws, and mashed and mangled it to pieces, and tore that arm from my shoulder; then some fiend, in the shape of an old hag, would come up and pour red-hot embers into the bleeding wound, from which my arm had been torn.  When I screamed in agony, devils would laugh a horrid, devilish laugh.  I looked down and saw a jug of liquor at my feet, and when I reached down to get it I heard the click of a hundred pistols, and a grinning black devil threw his claws over the jug; then devils and witches boiled the whisky.  I could see it on the fire, and hear it seethe and foam; then they danced around me, and said they had the liquor so hot that it would scald me to death; then they pried open my mouth, and poured it down my throat.  I could feel my brain bursting out of my head, as that boiling liquor scalded and burned my tongue out of my mouth, and that tongue turned to a snake, and with forked tongue hissed at me.