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that I discovered that my first patient was, in fact, the

most mentally ill patient in the hospital. Every time I approached him, he tried to bite me, but I managed to work my way through his examination and through all the others that followed.

There was one patient who had a Master’s degree in English; I found him very wise. He was telling me that he was thinking of writing a book. I was wondering why they had kept him for the last several years, and I was going to look into the matter when I finished the exam. He left, closing the door behind him, then suddenly opened it again, saying ”if you could get them to get clear of that man who put a hex on me, I would be all right.” I later found that his intention was to kill this man if ever he got out.

I felt very sorry for the patients, especially those who seemed to be OK to me. There was one old man who seemed to be OK. He was always going around cleaning and sweeping the floors. Later, after he died, I was talking to a cousin of his, who was telling me about the large funeral he had, and how the people felt that he was innocent of a murder he was convicted of some years earlier.

The story, as related by the deceased’s cousin, was that he and his brother lived on a very successful farm. The morning after his brother sold a number of cattle, a neighbour called to see his brother. He told the neighbour that his brother was in the barn looking after the cattle. When the neighbour went to look, he found that brother murdered, and although they never found the money from the sale of cattle, they blamed the man for his brother's murder, landing him in Riverside where he remained till he died. He was the brother who had done the housework, and the murdered brother had done the farm work. They

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