Accordingly, I waited until I heard him profane his Maker's name
three times, and then, my spiritual indignation being roused
above all restraint, I went up and kicked him. Yes, I went boldly
up and struck him with my foot, and meant to have given him a
more severe blow than it was my fortune to inflict. It had,
however, the effect of rousing up his corrupt nature to quarrelling
and strife, instead of taking the chastisement of the Lord in
humility and meekness. He ran furiously against me in the choler
that is always inspired by the wicked one; but I overthrew him,
by reason of impeding the natural and rapid progress of his
unholy feet running to destruction. I also fell slightly; but his fall
proved a severe one, he arose in wrath, and struck me with the
mall which he held in his hand, until my blood flowed copiously;
and from that moment I vowed his destruction in my heart. But I
chanced to have no weapon at that time, nor any means of
inflicting due punishment on the caitiff, which would not have
been returned double on my head by him and his graceless
associates. I mixed among them at the suggestion of my friend,
and, following them to their den of voluptuousness and sin, I
strove to be admitted among them, in hopes of finding some
means of accomplishing my great purpose, while I found myself
moved by the spirit within me so to do.
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