The death-prison at Ava was at that time a single large room, built
of rough boards, without either window or door, and with but a thinly
thatched roof to protect the wretched inmates from the blaze of a
tropical sun. It was entered by slipping aside a single board, which
constituted a sort of sliding-door. Around the prison, inside the yard,
were ranged the huts of the under-jailers, or Children of the Prison,
and outside of the yard, close at hand, that of the head-jailer. These
jailers must necessarily be condemned criminals, with a ring, the sign of
outlawry, traced in the skin of the cheek, and the name of their crime
engraved in the same manner upon the breast. The head-jailer was a tall,
bony man, with sinews of iron; wearing, when speaking, a malicious smirk,
and given at times to a most revolting kind of jocoseness. When silent
and quiet, he had a jaded, careworn look; but it was at the torture
that he was in his proper element. Then his face lighted up,—became
glad, furious, demoniac. His small black eyes glittered like those of
a serpent; his thin lips rolled back, displaying his toothless gums
in front, with a long, protruding tusk on either side, stained black
as ebony; his hollow, ringed cheeks seemed to contract more and more,
and his breast heaved with convulsive delight beneath the fearful word
MAN-KILLER. The prisoners called him _father_, when he was present to
enforce this expression of affectionate familiarity; but among themselves
he was irreverently christened the Tiger-cat.
One of the most active of the Children of the Prison was a short,
broad-faced man, labelled THIEF, who, as well as the Tiger, had a
peculiar talent in the way of torturing; and so fond was he of the use
of the whip, that he often missed his count, and zealously exceeded the
number of lashes ordered by the city governor. The wife of this man was
a most odious creature, filthy, bold, impudent, cruel, and, like her
husband, delighting in torture. Her face was not only deeply pitted with
smallpox, but so deformed with leprosy, that the white cartilage of the
nose was laid entirely bare; from her large mouth shone rows of irregular
teeth, black as ink; her hair, which was left entirely to the care of
nature, was matted in large black masses about her head; and her manner,
under all this hideous ugliness, was insolent and vicious. They had two
children,—little vipers, well loaded with venom; and by their vexatious
mode of annoyance, trying the tempers of the prisoners more than was in
the power of the mature torturers.
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