In the prison he became acquainted with the poor wretch referred to in the beginning of my talk, Jack Hunt, the writer of the letter which I am going to read.

You will see that the acquaintanceship bore fruit for Hunt.

When Hunt's time was out, he wandered to St.Louis; and from that place he wrote his letter to Williams.

The letter got no further than the office of the prison warden, of course; prisoners are not often allowed to receive letters from outside.

The prison authorities read this letter, but did not destroy it.