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all went well till both my arms were helpless. When the shirt taking a mean advantage grappled me. In the desperate struggle which ensued I fell over the rocking chair into the wash stand taking part of the bedstead along. This caused shirt to free partly one hand with which I cleared the wreck and liberated one eye. Then we had a truce and sat down on the bed to recruit. I surprised the shirt by taking a flying leap and tearing madly around the room, gestulating [[gesticulating]] frantically as does a drowning man

of you write direct to the national Academy of Design, as I am leading a very barbarous life, and that is the only place I am regular. Read this to any and all correspondents of mine that they may do like wise 
Anshutz

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The end of the heading looks like it may be a signature possibly.