Weeks rolled by with only one remarkable feature, and that was Good Friday.

The "sacred day" was observed as a Sabbath.

There was no work and no play.

Christians outside were celebrating the Passion of their Redeemer with plenteous eating and copious drinking, and dance and song; while I and my two fellow-prisoners, who had no special cause for sadness on that day, were compelled to spend it like hermits.

Chapel hours brought the only relief.