k, the weary
prisoner fell into a doze, he was waked from his slumber by the
grinding noise of the locks, and the unbarring of the doors, with the
cry of '_Turn out!_ _All out!_' when each man took down his hammock,
and lashed it up, and slung it on his back, and was ready to answer to
the roll-call of the turnkey."

From prisons such as this, the prisoners were conveyed in droves to
England, in the holds of men-of-war and transports. Poorly fed, worse
housed, and suffering for lack of air and room, their agony on the
voyage was terrible. When they were allowed a few hours' time on deck,
they were sure to arouse the anger of the officers by turbulent
conduct or imprudent retorts. "One morning as the general and the
captain of the 'Regulus' (transport) were walking as usual on the
quarter-deck, one of our Yankee boys passed along the galley with his
kid of burgoo. He rested it on the hatchway while he adjusted the rope
ladder to descend with his swill. The thing attracted the attention of
the general, who asked the man how many of his comrades eat of that
quantity for their breakfast. 'Six, sir,' said the man, 'but it is fit
food only for hogs.' This answer affronted the captain, who asked the
man in an angry tone, 'What part of America he came from?' 'Near to
Bunker Hill, sir, if you ever heard of that place,' was the answer."
On another occasion, a Yankee and a slightly wounded British marine
got into a dispute, and came to blows. The British captain saw the
occurrence, and accused the American of cowardice in striking a
wounded man. "I am no coward, sir," said the Yankee. "I was captain of
a gun on board the 'Constitution' when she captured the 'Guerriere,'
and afterward when she took the 'Java.' Had I been a coward, I should
not have been there."

[Illustration: King Dick and his Chaplain.]

On one occasion the prisoners on the transport "Crown Prince," lying
in the River Medway, took an uncontrollable dislike to the commander
of a second transport lying close alongside. Their spite was gratified
quickly and with great effect. The rations served out to the luckless
captives at that time consisted of fish and cold potatoes. The latter
edible being of rather poor quality, the prisoners reserved for
missiles; and the obnoxious officer could not pace his quarter-deck
without being made a mark for a shower of potatoes. Vainly did he
threaten to call up his marines and respond with powder and lead: the
Americans were n