My food was of the very worst quality, and barely sufficient to sustain life.

I was never allowed a shelter of any kind, not even a blanket; and, when my clothing was worn out, I could not obtain another suit.

'Stick to your dirty blue,' said the officer under whose charge I had been placed, 'and every time you look at it, think of the meanness of which you have been guilty.' "At length, to my relief, the order came for me to be transferred to the prison at Tyler.

When I arrived at that place, I was thrust into an old slave-pen, where I was contained nearly twenty months before I succeeded in effecting my escape.

I was given to understand that it had been ordered that I was not to be exchanged, but might expect to die a traitor's death at no distant day.