HOW THE TIME WAS SPENT IN THE CELL—A TRUE TESTIMONY—AN OFFICER FROM MIDDLESBROUGH—HANDCUFFED— LEAVE LONDON—ARRIVAL AT MIDDLESBROUGH—THE POLICE OFFICE.
It was a small cell built of rock, with stationary scats around it. In the middle of the door was a square hole, with an extended ledge, where eatables, etc., could be passed through.
All was quiet, no noise, not even the ticking of a clock, could be heard. There was no light save the glimmer of the gas from the passage way outside the cell.
We were alone and felt sad and rather low-spirited. We conversed but little. I walked up and down the cell; Richard laid down and tried to sleep. This was a hard thing for him to do, as his thoughts troubled him. Oh, how I lifted my heart heavenward and prayed most fervently to my Heavenly Father to comfort us in our hour of trial! Presently I heard footsteps, and a voice at the door asked:
"Do you want anything, mates?"
I answered, "No."
Poor fellow! It was one of the keepers. They evidently felt for us, for they came two or three times and asked the same question. Then I laid down and tried to sleep, but could not.
We had been in the cell perhaps two hours, when a heavenly influence rested upon us. I said to Richard:
"How do you feel?"
He replied, "I feel happy."