Toronto by Gaslight: The Night Hawks of a Great City: As Seen by the Reporters of "The Toronto News"Toronto News
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Toronto by Gaslight: The Night Hawks of a Great City: As Seen by the Reporters of "The Toronto News"
Toronto News
Toronto (Ont.) -- Description and travel
The van swept in at the jail gate and landed her vagrant load on the
stone steps of the imposing institution. Our names, occupations,
religious belief, etc., were entered in a book. Dinner was over before
we got there and the new arrivals had to wait till supper-time for food.
This was no deprivation to me, as I could not have eaten a Delmonico
dinner, let alone the bill of fare prepared by a prison cook. We were
searched and sent to our corridors. In the one to which I was assigned
there were about a dozen fellows, mostly young, who treated me with more
CORDIALITY AND FAMILIARITY
than was agreeable to me. A turnkey came in, however, soon after and took
them all out with the exception of myself and three or four others. I
was then left to commune with my thoughts. I had not been in the prison
half an hour before I was not only willing but anxious that my friends
should know of my whereabouts. I shall go mad if I am left here over
night, I thought. Then I reflected that someone who knew me would see
my name in the papers and that I would soon be rescued from my horrible
position. I felt that if I stayed there twenty-four hours I would lose my
self-respect beyond recovery.
One by one the hours of the afternoon wore away. The suspense in which I
was held during that time was unbearable. Every step on the stair made
me hold my breath and almost stilled the beating of my heart. If any one
looked in at the grated corridor door their features assumed the shape
of some one of my friends. At length those who had been working outside
came in and soon after we were marshalled out and proceeded in Indian
file to supper. I fairly loathed the thought of food, and the chunk of
bread and pannikin of pasty porridge which were the only articles of the
menu, unless you include water and salt, were not calculated to tickle
one’s fancy. There were no tables, the benches on which we sat having to
be utilized for both table and chair. Interpreting my look of disgust, my
right and left hand companions shared between them my supper, much to
the disgust of the fellow behind me, who said he had asked me first.
Immediately after supper we were locked up in our cells for the night.
That was my night of nights. Up till midnight I did nothing but
LISTEN WITH STRAINING EAR
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