Our chief sport now is to go throw money at the prisoners who are locked up in a row of dungeons underneath the sea wall.

The people walk and flirt and enjoy the sea breeze above them and the convicts by holding a mirror between the bars of the dungeons can see who is leaning over the parapet above them.

Then they hold out their hands and you drop nickels and they fail to catch them and the sentry comes up and teases them by holding the money a few inches beyond their reach.

They climb all over the crossbars in their anxiety to get the money and look like great monkeys.

At night it is perfectly tremendous for their is only a light over their heads and they crawl all over the bars beneath this, standing on each other's shoulders and pushing and fighting and yelling half naked and wholey black and covered with sweat.