t and worst and best in that
prison had been done for him now.

From the day when I rescued Morey from the hands of Hall, his whole
manner changed towards me, and he treated me with great kindness,
frequently bringing me a cup of tea or coffee, and something good to
eat. He also promised to present the circumstances of the Hall affair to
the Governor, and to urge my pardon, but I do not think he ever did so,
at least I heard nothing of it. When I pressed the matter upon Morey's
attention he said it would do no good till I had served out half my
sentence, and then he would see what could be done.

I served half my sentence, and then the other half, every day of it. But
during the last two years I had very little to complain of except the
loss of my liberty. I was put into the cook shop where I could get
better food, and I did pretty much what I pleased. By general consent
I was let alone. They had found out that ill usage only made me "ugly,"
while kindness made me at least behave myself. And so the three weary
years of my confinement were on to an end.

CHAPTER XI. ON THE TRAMP.

THE DAY OF MY DELIVERANCE--OUT OF CLOTHES--SHARING WITH A BEGGAR--A
GOOD FRIEND--TRAMPING THROUGH THE SNOW--WEARY WALKS--TRUSTING TO
LUCK--COMFORT AT CONCORD--AT MEREDITH BRIDGE--THE BLAISDELLS--LAST
OF THE "BLOSSOM" BUSINESS--MAKING MONEY AT PORTSMOUTH--REVISITING
WINDSOR--AN ASTONISHED WARDEN--MAKING FRIENDS OF OLD ENEMIES--INSPECTING
THE PRISON--GOING TO PORT JERVIS.

At last the happy day of my deliverance came. The penalty for pretending
to marry one milliner and for being married by another milliner was
paid. My sentence was fulfilled. I had looked forward to this day for
months. Of all my jail and prison life in different States, this in
Vermont was the hardest, the most severe. My obstinacy, no doubt, did
much at first to enhance my sufferings, and it was the accident only
of my saving Morey's life that made the last part of my imprisonment
a little more tolerable. When I was preparing to go, it was discovered
that the fine suit of clothes I wore into the prison had been given by
mistake or design to some one else, and my silk hat and calf-skin boots
had gone with the clothes. But never mind! I would have gone out into
the world in rags--my liberty was all I wanted then. The Warden gave me
one of his own old coats, a ragged pair of pantaloons, and a new pair
of brogan shoes. He also gave me three dollars, which was precisel