We all three searched, and at last we found the bacon in one of the shucks of the beans." The worthy fellow laughed, and so did I, as he ended his story.

There might have been some exaggeration in it, but you would not find it so hard to believe if you had ever sat down to dine on three-quarters of an ounce of fat bacon.
I was confined in my cell twenty-three hours out of every twenty-four, and during the first week my one hour's exercise was mostly taken in the corridor instead of in the open air.

The prison authorities are careless about a man's health being subtly undermined, but they do not like him to catch cold, which may produce visible and audible consequences.
Whenever it is snowing or raining, or whenever the ground is wet, the prisoners exercise in the corridors, where the air is scarcely purer than in their cells.

During the first week, the weather being bad, I only went out once.

On Saturday, which was cleaning day, I had no exercise at all, and on Sunday I was entitled to none--prisoners not being allowed that privilege on the blessed Sabbath until a month of their sentence has expired.