MY INITIATION AND CRIME

Guilty! This word, so replete with sadness and sorrow, fell on my ear
on that blackest of all black Fridays, October 14, 1887.

Penitentiary lightning struck me in the city of Leavenworth, Kansas. I
was tried in the United States District Court; hence, a United States
prisoner.

The offense for which I was tried and convicted was that of using the
mails for fraudulent purposes. My sentence was eighteen months in the
penitentiary, and a fine of two hundred dollars. I served sixteen
months, at the end of which time I was given my liberty. During the
period I was in prison I dug coal six months in the penitentiary coal
mines, and was one of the clerks of the institution the remainder of
the term. Getting permission to have writing material in my cell, I
first mastered short-hand writing, or phonography, and then wrote my
book: "A Kansas Hell; or, Life in the Kansas Penitentiary." My
manuscript being in short-hand, none of the prison officials were able
to read it, and did not know what I was doing until I obtained my
liberty and had my book published.

This, no doubt, will be the proper place to give some of my
antecedents, as well as a few of the details of the crime for which I
was sent to the penitentiary. I spent my youth and early manhood at
Indianola, Iowa, from which place I removed to Nebraska. After
residing for some time in Columbus, of that State, I was appointed by
the governor to assist in organizing the Pawnee Indian Reservation
into a county. When organized it was called Nance County, being named