1788-07-25 (static/transcriptions/1788/07/388.jpg)

crying out, in passing my door, I am killed, I am killed. I looked out & saw many people running, but not the Europeans who had bn at my house.
It was dark, I cod not see well.
I don’t rem: wt I sd six months ago.
I heard Durhai Motte Saheb, I did not see Harrison with a knife running by & the other Europeans with [sticks?]