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From Master Harold DeFoe’s Journal of the Hurricane Year:
It happen’d one Night, that this poor Fellow, the Horn-Player, whether some Body had given him Drink or his Medicine was no longer of effect, and the poor Fellow having not usually had a Belly-full, or being led astray Pharmakologikally, was laid along the top of a submerged Residence, along the Roof, in the Ninth Ward, and fast a sleep, and that upon the same Roof, the People of some House, in the Alley of which the House was a Corner, hearing a Motor, which was often heard at a Distance before the Law, such as it Was, arrived, laid a Body really dead just by him, thinking too, that this poor Fellow had been a dead Body as the other was, and laid there by some of the Neighbors.
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It happen’d one Night, that this poor Fellow, the Horn-Player, whether some Body had given him Drink or his Medicine was no longer of effect, and the poor Fellow having not usually had a Belly-full, or being led astray Pharmakologikally, was laid along the top of a submerged Residence, along the Roof, in the Ninth Ward, and fast a sleep, and that upon the same Roof, the People of some House, in the Alley of which the House was a Corner, hearing a Motor, which was often heard at a Distance before the Law, such as it Was, arrived, laid a Body really dead just by him, thinking too, that this poor Fellow had been a dead Body as the other was, and laid there by some of the Neighbors.
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