. Harper's weekly. treated like dogs through long mo-)tonous days of a dreary and cheerless ,ieds more pluck—enduring pluck of the kind thatill bear a strain on it, than ever was required for arlorn the days crawled on—dragged is too wo saw little but shad little medicine tscanty measure of c In the three Guion Im-pinls thewas forty a day. We lived indeath; eurp-es were on every siwhat we could; but after all it wng with island and in of- ferings that wo could not alleviate. looking for Jem. I hoped now that he was dead. n than to have been prison. no
. Harper's weekly. treated like dogs through long mo-)tonous days of a dreary and cheerless ,ieds more pluck—enduring pluck of the kind thatill bear a strain on it, than ever was required for arlorn the days crawled on—dragged is too wo saw little but shad little medicine tscanty measure of c In the three Guion Im-pinls thewas forty a day. We lived indeath; eurp-es were on every siwhat we could; but after all it wng with island and in of- ferings that wo could not alleviate. looking for Jem. I hoped now that he was dead. n than to have been prison. not improving. The and the wind whistled broken windows. planks, withoutgetting to be a problem. daily allowance: added to tins, daily brutality andinsolence on the part of the under-keepers, deadsilence from home, and the long, hopeless wintersetting in; but the edge of all this was blunted forme by the hospital horrors. My very sleep waadreadful with dying groans and pitifulvoices call- God! will never know how.
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