Madam Knight Well, Mr. John, sais I, make your demands. Why, half a pss. Of eiht and a dram, sais John. I agreed, and gave him a Dram (now) in his hand to bind the bargain. My Hostess catechis'd John for going so cheap, saying his poor wife would break her heart.

John told My Hostess that his wife would be glad for ye Dram. Wee have a young one to feed and take care of, he sais.

She inquir'd about ye Baby, him telling her that she had a bout with ye colic, and she agre'd that any Money would be of assittance to their small family.

Ye Hostess was distract'd by some roucuss among her guests. Very soon, I saw, not four feet from where wee stood, two men roll'd and fought on ye floor. Imediatly, ye color of blood was on ye floor and Curious guests began to gayer...

My Hostess cover'd her lipps and gasp'd like a frighten'd girl.
John pull'd one of ye guests from ye floor and held his limpt body by ye flimsy cloth of his shirt. Ye Hostess promptly helped John with ye sow'r guest, moving him in ye direction of ye door at ye front of ye Tavern.

Ye walls and floor of ye Tavern were boards fill'd with holes, around ye door, cracks so large that I could see yem from wher I stood. John was tall and muscular and looked to be about 24 Years old. He walk'd with a limp that caus'd him to lean to ye left when he stepp'd. He open'd ye door and very kindly assistted ye drunk guest ye door. Cold air blew in from outside and it found me and whipp'd itself under my heavy skirt and chill'd me to ye bone.

John return'd and…