was a day or two before I found out what I was there for. Then a
Dutch Deputy Sheriff, who was also keeper of the jail, came and told
me that I was held for bigamy, adding the consoling intelligence
that it would be a very hard job for me, and that I would get five
or six years in State prison sure. I was well acquainted in Easton,
and I sent for lawyer Litgreave for assistance and advice. I sent
also to my half-sister in Delaware County, N. Y., and in a day or
two she came and saw me, and gave Mr. Litgreave one hundred dollars
retaining fee. My lawyer went to see the Scheimers and when he
returned he told me that he hoped to save me from State prison-at
all events he would exercise the influence he had over the family to
that end; but I must expect to remain in jail a long time. Precisely
what this meant I did not know then; but I found out afterwards.

Soon after this visit from the lawyer, the Deputy Sheriff came in
and said that he was ordered "by the Judge" to iron me, and it was
done. They were heavy leg-irons weighing full twelve pounds, and I
may say here that I wore them during the whole term of my
imprisonment in this jail, or rather they wore me--wearing their way
in time almost into the bone. I had been here a week now, and was
well acquainted with the character of the place. It was
indescribably filthy; no pretence was made of cleansing it. The
prisoners were half fed, and, at that, the food was oftentimes so
vile that starving men rejected it. The deputy who kept the jail was
cruel and malignant, and took delight in torturing his prisoners. He
would come in sometimes under pretence of looking at my irons to see
if they were safe, and would twist and turn them about so that I
suffered intolerable pain, and blood flowed from my wounds made by
these cruel irons. Such abuse as he could give with his tongue he
dispensed freely. Of course he was a coward, and he never dared to