One afternoon I started from Kansas City on the Missouri Pacific
Railroad, and while seated waiting for the train to start I fell
asleep. We had not gone more than ten miles when a crazy man,
armed with a Colt's navy, entered the car. The passengers all
fled, leaving me alone. Up rushed the lunatic and cracked me over
the head a couple of times with so much force that I speedily awoke,
and saw this wild-eyed man standing over me saying, "If you move
I will kill you." I didn't move; only said, "You have made a
mistake;" at which he backed out of the car. Thereupon the passengers
all rushed in with revolvers in hand, wanting to know where that
lunatic was. Though I have seen many crazy people since, I can
never forget the terrible glare of those eyes, and can compare them
to nothing but the fiery glare of a cat's eyes in the dark. I
returned to Kansas City and laid up for some time, as the physicians
feared that erysipelas would set in. It was not more than a week
after this that the lunatic was seen on a house-top hurling bricks
down on the passers-by. He was at last lassoed with a rope and
taken to the station-house. He butted his brains out against the
iron bars of his cell and killed himself.