The first time I was “let out to grass,” as they term it—and it seemed more like driving a lot of cattle or sheep out to feed, than anything else—they seemed to think me one of the unruly ones, and left the restraint on me. I was very weak, and still lame and bruised from the injuries received, and in attempting to climb the stairs on going back to the hall, I found myself unequal to the task. On seeing this, Miss Peabody came down, with blood in her eyes—being vexed at me for the delay I had caused—and clutching my hair, must have got a pretty good hold, as she dragged me up stairs into the hall and down on the floor, choking and pounding me in the most brutal manner. One of the patients, a Mrs. Koon, from Glens Falls, N. Y., became very much excited at the scene, and flew at the attendant with such a storm of words that she released her hold of me, and pushed her into the cell and locked the door; after which she returned to look after my case. Finding me docile, she pushed me into the seat, belting me down. Then she brought Mrs. Koon out, and of all the diabolical proceedings, I never, never imagined anything half so bad. She choked her until it seemed to me her eyes would burst from their sockets; she wrung her nose until the blood spurted all over both of them; she pinched her mouth and twisted that in such a way as to make it bleed; she knocked her with her fists in the sides and on the back, and on both sides of her head; after which she put a sheet over her head, twisting it tight at the back making her run up and down the hall, while she laughed with fiendish delight to witness the agony and effort to get away. This was more than I could see without an exclamation of horror, at which she turned to me with a vile expression, and said she would attend to my case directly. After putting Mrs. Koon to bed, which took her some time, as it seemed she had some trouble in getting her quieted after what had transpired, she came back to me, saying: “I’ll wring your neck for you, you good-for-nothing minx, you! I’ll learn you to interfere when I’m doing anything; and if you tell the doctor, either of them, I’ll fix you so you’ll never tell on me again, you sapgag, you!” She unbelted me, pulled me up with a’ jerk, threw the sheet over my head, and commenced the same tirade with me. I thought I should surely die, it was so suffocating. I could not breathe, and wondered how poor Mrs. Koon had stood it so long without breathing, although she screamed and I did not. I verily believe I would have strangled to death if it had not been that s0me one came to the door; I think it was either the matron or her sister. At any rate, she let me into my room, (as I had been removed from the cell where the “crib” was, and now occupied a bed,) with the injunction to “get into bed short-metre, or she would short-metre me.” I was surprised that Dr. Cook should keep such beastly attendants in the institution; but was convinced he knew little or nothing of her cruelty to the patients, as she was very pleasant and agreeable whenever he came on the hall. But I made up my mind I should tell him the very first chance I got.