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[page 80] while, and by and by she came to a piece that she thought didn't smell just right, near the bone. And that is all she could reach. Mr. Richards could not decide whether it was good or bad. Dr. Harlow could not see anything out of the way in it, nor any of them. But it was quite perceptible, and in several wards, too; and it was not what we would call really good [sweat?] meat. It seemed to me that the feeling against me was so strong in every way that I rather made up my mind that they might let the meat go. If they wanted to feed them with bad meat I didn't feel like incurring their indignation, living there in the hospital all the time, and I think that was the last piece of meat I ever reported to Dr. Harlow. Mr. Richards was trustee, and afterwards, when asked how things were at the hospital, said "every thing is pleasant but the waspishness of Mr. Lakin towards Dr. Neal." A little while before this I was taken to do about a burial, about putting a card on to the coffin. And Lakin came up and asked me if a card had been put on. I told him I didnt know. Then he was quite angry and made use of language that I was not