The 71st Is Too Much

The 491st is too much. Fellow martyrs have at him, drag him down and crush him to atoms that the place which knows him may know him no more. With that concluding word, the whole assembly exulting their pilgrim staves rushed round me in a body. Having no weapon to raise in self-defense, I commenced grappling with Joseph my nearest and most ferocious assailant for his club. In the confluence of the multitude several clubs crossed, blows aimed at me fell on other sconces. Presently the whole chapel resounded with wrappings and counter wrappings. Every man's hand was against his neighbour, and brand-room unwilling to remain idle poured forth