Mr. Lacy. “How came that?”
Prisoner. “Well, sir! it was the first week. I had never been in a separate cell before, and it drove me mad; no one came near me or spoke a word to me, and I turned savage; I didn't know myself, and I broke everything in the cell.”
Mr. Eden. “And the other times?”
Prisoner. “The other times, sir, I was called refractory but I was not.”
Mr. Eden. “What punishments have been inflicted on you by the governor?”
Prisoner. “Well, sir! the black-cell, bread and water, and none of that; took away my gas once or twice, but generally it was the punishment jacket.”
Mr. Lacy. “Hum! the punishment jacket.”
Mr. Eden. “How long since you had the punishment jacket?”
Prisoner. “No longer than yesterday.”
Mr. Eden. “Strip, my man, and let us look at your back.”