When I called on Warden Harlow, and courteously asked to be shown about the prison, he got up and was ready to comply with my request, when he looked me full in the face and started back in amazement:
“Well, I declare! Is this you?”
“Yes, Warden Harlow; but I want you to understand that while I am here I do not intend to do a bit of work, and you can’t make me. You may as well give it up first as last; I won’t work anyhow.”
The Warden laughed heartily, and sent for Deputy Morey who came in to “see a gentleman,” and was much astonished to find the prisoner, who, two years before, had saved his life from the hands and knife of the madman Hall. I spent a very pleasant hour with my old enemies, and I took occasion to give them a hint or two with regard to the proper treatment of prisoners. I then made the rounds of the prison, and went into the dungeon where I had passed so many wretched hours for weeks at a time. The warden and his deputy congratulated me upon my improved appearance and prospects, and hoped that my whole future career would be equally prosperous.
Nor did I forget to call up my friend in need and friend indeed in the toll-house at the bridge. I stayed three or four days in Windsor, finding it really a charming place, and I was almost sorry to leave it. But my only purpose in going there, that is to revisit the prison, was accomplished, and I started for New York, and went from there to Port Jervis, where I met my eldest son.
Attempt to kidnap Sarah Scheimer’s boy.
Starting to see Sarah-the
long separation-what I learned
her-her drunken husband-change of plan-A suddenly-formed scheme-I
find Sarah’s son-the first interview-resolve to kidnap the boy-
REMONSTRANCES of my son Henry-the attempt-A desperate struggle-the
rescue-arrest of Henry-my flight into Pennsylvania-sending
assistance to my son-return to Port Jervis-bailing Henry-his return
to Belvidere-he is bound over to be tried for kidnapping-my folly.