taken to the first cell in the first wing, Mr.
Ramsey to the second cell in the second wing, and Mr. Kemp to the second
cell in the third wing; our numbers being A 2, 1--B 2, 2--and C 2, 2.
Colonel Milman personally placed me in charge of a warder who has since
left the prison, and I believe the service. He was a good, kind-hearted
fellow, who never spoke harshly to anybody. Following me into my cell,
he took pains to "put me through the ropes." Before leaving he said,
"I'm very sorry to see you here, Mr. Foote. I've been reading your
case in the papers. It's a great shame. But I'll do my best to make you
comfortable while you're with me." And I must say he did.

There were several prisoners standing mute in the corridor outside, and
I remarked that they were a pale looking crew. "Yes," said the warder
sadly, "confinement tells on a man." Then he gently closed and locked
the door, leaving me alone to begin my long ordeal, with the words
humming in my ears like the whisper of a fiend--Confinement tells on a
man!

CHAPTER XII. PRISON LIFE.

When I found myself alone in my permanent cell, I sat down on the little
three-legged stool and examined the furniture. There was a flap-table,
two feet by one, fixed on the right wall. In the left corner behind
the door were three minute quarter-circle shelves, containing a roll
of bedding, a wooden salt-cellar, a wooden spoon, and a comb and brush,
each about four inches long. In the opposite corner under the window
stood the plank bed, and on the floor were three tin utensils--a
dust-pan, a water-can, and a nondescript lidded article for baser uses.
Fortunately, the urn-shaped abomination I found in the Newgate cells,
and have already described, was absent in Holloway. When a prisoner
wished to visit the water-closet, he rang his bell, and sooner or
later (often later) he was let out. Each wing had two closets in a deep
recess, the door shielding the occupant's person from mid-leg to
breast. During the night the nondescript lidded article was brought
into requisition. When the cell doors were opened at six o'clock in the
morning every prisoner put out his "slops," which were emptied by the
cleaners. This scavenger's work must be very distasteful, but so anxious
are the prisoners to get out of their cells that there are always plenty
of candidates for the office. The tins are kept clean by means of brick
and whitening, which are passed into the cells every evening in littl