My counsel instantly appealed the case to the Supreme Court, and, meanwhile I went back to jail where I remained three months more. A few days after I returned to jail a friend of mine managed to furnish me with files and saws, and I went industriously to work at the gratings of my window to saw my way out. I could work only at night, when the keepers were away, and I covered the traces of my cuttings by filling in with tallow. In two months I had everything in readiness for my escape. An hour’s more sawing at the bars would set me free. But just at that time the Governor of the State, Fletcher, made a visit to the jail. I told him all about my case. He assured me, after hearing all the circumstances, that if I should be convicted and sentenced, he would surely pardon me in the course of six or eight weeks. Trusting in this promise, I made no further effort to escape though I could have done so easily any night; but rather than run the risk of recapture, and a heavier sentence if I should be convicted, I awaited the chances of the court, and looked beyond for the clemency of the Governor.
Well, finally my case came up in the Supreme Court. It only occupied a day, and the result was that I was sentenced for three years in the State prison. I was remanded to jail, and five days from that time I was taken from Montpelier to Windsor.
Prison-life in Vermont.
Entering prison-the scythe snath
business-blistered hands-I learn
nothing-Threat to kill the shop-keeper-locksmithing-open
> rebellion-six weeks in the dungeon-escape of A prisoner-in the
dungeon again-the mad man, hall-he attempts to murder the deputy-I
save Morey’s life-howling in the black hole-taking off hall’s
irons-A ghastly spectacle-A prison funeral-I am let alone-better
treatment-the full term of my imprisonment.