All my ablutions were performed with the aid of a tin bowl, holding about a quart.

This sufficed for hands and face, but how was I to get a wash all over?
I broached this question one day to warder Smith, who informed me that the bathing appliances of the establishment were scanty, and that the prisoners were only "tubbed" once a fortnight.

I explained to him that I was not used to such uncleanliness; but of course he could not help me.
Then I laid the matter before the Deputy-Governor, who told an officer to take me to the bath-room at the base of the debtor's wing, where I enjoyed a good scrub.

On returning to the criminal part of the prison I had my hair cut, a prisoner officiating as barber.

Despite the rule of silence, I gave him verbal instructions how to proceed, otherwise he would have given me the regular prison crop.