The tins are kept clean by means of brick and whitening, which are passed into the cells every evening in little cotton bags.

My dust-pan, at least, was always well polished, for I used it as a mirror to see how I was looking, being naturally anxious to ascertain what _visible_ effect the prison life had upon me.

One of the warders put me up to a very useful "wrinkle." By well cleaning the dust-pan with whitening, rubbing it up well with the clean rag until it had a nice surface, and then lightly passing a rag saturated with dubbin over it, you could produce a beautiful polish by a few slight touches of the "finisher." After this artistic process the dust-pan shone like an oriental mirror, and might have served a belle at her toilette.
Every article of furniture has now been described, excepting the stool.
It was a miniature tripod, fifteen inches high, with a round top about eight inches in diameter.

A more uncomfortable seat could hardly be devised.

There was no support for the back, and the legs had to be stretched out at full length.