ity at the House of Correction for
some months, and there was a strong disposition to punish the gentlemen
who had employed the boy to entice the girls, but as that could not
be done without making public the names of those gentlemen and thus
injuring them socially, the idea was finally given up.

There was also in our cell that night a photographer (a kind of artist
who makes likenesses of people with a machine), who had been for some
time patching the pictured heads of well-known and respectable young
ladies to the nude, pictured bodies of another class of women; then from
this patched creation he would make photographs and sell them privately
at high prices to rowdies and blackguards, averring that these, the best
young ladies of the city, had hired him to take their likenesses in that
unclad condition. What a lecture the police judge read that photographer
when he was convicted! He told him his crime was little less than
an outrage. He abused that photographer till he almost made him sink
through the floor, and then he fined him a hundred dollars. And he told
him he might consider himself lucky that he didn't fine him a hundred
and twenty-five dollars. They are awfully severe on crime here.

About two or two and a half hours after midnight, of that first
experience of mine in the city prison, such of us as were dozing were
awakened by a noise of beating and dragging and groaning, and in a
little while a man was pushed into our den with a "There, d---n you,
soak there a spell!"--and then the gate was closed and the officers went
away again. The man who was thrust among us fell limp and helpless
by the grating, but as nobody could reach him with a kick without the
trouble of hitching along toward him or getting fairly up to deliver
it, our people only grumbled at him, and cursed him, and called him
insulting names--for misery and hardship do not make their victims
gentle or charitable toward each other. But as he neither tried humbly
to conciliate our people nor swore back at them, his unnatural conduct
created surprise, and several of the party crawled to him where he lay
in the dim light that came through the grating, and examined into his
case. His head was very bloody and his wits were gone. After about an
hour, he sat up and stared around; then his eyes grew more natural and
he began to tell how that he was going along with a bag on his shoulder
and a brace of policemen ordered him to stop, which he did not do--w