No. 1. The warden's cane, "loaded" at the lower end. Two lead knobs connected by a handle made of spiral steel wire. No. 5. Ball and chain. sick. When the night arrived, that we were to try to go out, I could n't be there, because of the change, and I was locked up in my cell, when Lewell hit the keeper, as agreed upon. Instead of knocking him senseless, as planned, he knocked him dead, dead! O God! O Lord! how can I thank thee today for delivering me from being present at that horrible death? Yes, the men got out and over the wall, but it was not long before the great prison-bell began to ring harshly and loud, and soon "tramp, tramp," then the great cannon boomed out. It was the rule of the prison (which was in the midst of the great forests of Northeastern New York State), that if a convict escaped, the cannon should be discharged three times. When it began to fire this night, I said, "O, why am I locked up here? Why did I have such hard luck? Why was I sent down to the other mill?" But, O God! I little knew what had happened. "Boom, boom, boom!" rang out the gun, and peal after peal, until one would think all the prisoners had escaped. At last it stopped, and all was silent until morning. Then, O, what a story ran through the prison! All the men in the upper rolling-mill were gone, and Wright, the keeper, was dead. No work to-day. Every man locked up, and the whole village was off in the woods. The prison was in the midst of a dense woods, sixteen miles from Plattsburg, on Lake Champlain. The woods were alive with French charcoal-burners, for we used charcoal in making the iron; and there were hundreds of these charcoal-burners in the woods. When these men heard the gun fired three times, they knew it meant that a prisoner had escaped, and they knew that whoever caught him would get fifty dollars' reward. So the charcoal-burners left their work, armed themselves with all kinds of weapons,―pitchforks, scythes, guns, and clubs. It seemed to them a better job than burning charcoal, for they had to burn so much of the stuff to get fifty dollars. The men were soon caught and back in prison again. I say right here, it is almost impossible to escape from Clinton Prison, even if they should let you out, unless you have help on the outside, some one to furnish you clothes. The men were now locked up in their cells until court convened in Plattsburg; and then they were tried and convicted, some for murder, and some for manslaughter. Lewell, Hall, and Brady were sentenced to be hung, and the others got off with a short imprisonment, because they knew nothing about the plan, and only went out with the others. Readers, do you think I could be too zealous in the cause which God has called me to labor in? Could I love too much the Being who saved me from having any direct hand in killing Wright-the Being who has saved me from the tyranny of the devil? Unless I do all I am able to do to show the criminal, the thief, and the drunkard that Christ is the true friend of all, I would absolutely be a coward, and morally an imbecile. Well, Lewell, Hall, and Brady had their death-sentence commuted by Governor Hoffman to imprisonment for life; and, since I have had my liberty, Lewell, the man who struck and |