JUDGED INCURABLE, JULY 3, 1861—ROOMING WITH EBENEZER SCOTT.
The first attendant over me in the incurable house was a Dutchman called Chris, I recognized him as a helper; when I was in the main-house William Anderson told me Chris and his wife were patients, now attendants; the first shaving day he called me into the hall, Sears standing by, who was a patient also, and I was shaved by another lunatic barber, in fear of my life, in a lunatic asylum.
I appeal to the committee of managers. Would either of you dare be shaved by one of these? (I answer in the negative.) Then adopt the golden rule: "Do unto others as you would have others do unto you."
The incurable house of the Marshall institution is situated upon Ida Hill, between the main house and the pest-house, in an open field, on either end of the house are high hills, making a lonely place. Beneath is the Hollow road, and on the west beneath, is the great Hudson river to be seen, passing between South and West Troy. Often have I seen, in the time of the war, the great flag hoisted near the arsenal, and heard the loud cannons roar, when locked up a prisoner in this house.