I had one good dinner anyhow, for when I got through there
was only twenty-five cents left of the dollar I borrowed upon my
last article of "dress." That I paid for a ticket to Perth Amboy,
near which place I found work in Pfeiffer's clay-bank.
Pfeiffer was a German, but his wife was Irish and so were his
hands, all except a giant Norwegian and myself. The third day was
Sunday, and was devoted to drinking much beer, which Pfeiffer,
with an eye to business, furnished on the premises. When they
were drunk, the tribe turned upon the Norwegian, and threw him out.
It seems that this was a regular weekly occurrence. Me they fired
out at the same time, but afterward paid no attention to me. The
whole crew of them perched on the Norwegian and belabored him with
broomsticks and bale-sticks until they roused the sleeping Berserk
in him. As I was coming to his relief, I saw the human heap heave and
rock. From under it arose the enraged giant, tossed his tormentors
aside as if they were so much chaff, battered down the door of the
house in which they took refuge, and threw them all, Mrs.
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