As I was writing the concluding line of the preceding page last evening (about I o'clock) an ill-looking fellow opened my door without knocking, and muttering in German something which I did not comprehend, bid me put out my candle. Being in no very placid humor at the moment, as you see, I cursed him and sent him to hell in French and English. He advanced and was going to seize the candle. My umbrella, which had a dirk in the handle, being near me, I seized it, drew the dirk, and drove him out of the room.
THE GENESEE PRESS • THE POST EXPRESS PRINTING CO. • ROCHESTER, N. Y. (A "dirk" is a knife)