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I
do
not
know
how
many
chairs
were
broken
by
my
body
.
I
fainted
times
without
number
,
and
toward
the
last
the
whole
thing
became
nightmarish
.
I
was
half-carried
,
half-shoved
and
dragged
back
to
the
dark
.
There
,
when
I
became
conscious
,
I
found
a
stool
in
my
dungeon
.
He
was
a
pallid-faced
,
little
dope-fiend
of
a
short-timer
who
would
do
anything
to
obtain
the
drug
.
As
soon
as
I
recognized
him
I
crawled
to
the
grating
and
shouted
out
along
the
corridor
:
"
There
is
a
stool
in
with
me
,
fellows
!
He
's
Ignatius
Irvine
!
Watch
out
what
you
say
!
"
The
outburst
of
imprecations
that
went
up
would
have
shaken
the
fortitude
of
a
braver
man
than
Ignatius
Irvine
.
He
was
pitiful
in
his
terror
,
while
all
about
him
,
roaring
like
beasts
,
the
pain-racked
lifers
told
him
what
awful
things
they
would
do
to
him
in
the
years
that
were
to
come
.
Had
there
been
secrets
,
the
presence
of
a
stool
in
the
dungeons
would
have
kept
the
men
quiet
,
As
it
was
,
having
all
sworn
to
tell
the
truth
,
they
talked
openly
before
Ignatius
Irvine
.
The
one
great
puzzle
was
the
dynamite
,
of
which
they
were
as
much
in
the
dark
as
was
I
.
They
appealed
to
me
.
If
I
knew
anything
about
the
dynamite
they
begged
me
to
confess
it
and
save
them
all
from
further
misery
.
And
I
could
tell
them
only
the
truth
,
that
I
knew
of
no
dynamite
.
One
thing
the
stool
told
me
,
before
the
guards
removed
him
,
showed
how
serious
was
this
matter
of
the
dynamite
.
Of
course
,
I
passed
the
word
along
,
which
was
that
not
a
wheel
had
turned
in
the
prison
all
day
.
The
thousands
of
convict-workers
had
remained
locked
in
their
cells
,
and
the
outlook
was
that
not
one
of
the
various
prison-factories
would
be
operated
again
until
after
the
discovery
of
some
dynamite
that
somebody
had
hidden
somewhere
in
the
prison
.
And
ever
the
examination
went
on
.
Ever
,
one
at
a
time
,
convicts
were
dragged
away
and
dragged
or
carried
back
again
.
They
reported
that
Warden
Atherton
and
Captain
Jamie
,
exhausted
by
their
efforts
,
relieved
each
other
every
two
hours
.
While
one
slept
,
the
other
examined
.
And
they
slept
in
their
clothes
in
the
very
room
in
which
strong
man
after
strong
man
was
being
broken
.
And
hour
by
hour
,
in
the
dark
dungeons
,
our
madness
of
torment
grew
.
Oh
,
trust
me
as
one
who
knows
,
hanging
is
an
easy
thing
compared
with
the
way
live
men
may
be
hurt
in
all
the
life
of
them
and
still
live
.
I
,
too
,
suffered
equally
with
them
from
pain
and
thirst
;
but
added
to
my
suffering
was
the
fact
that
I
remained
conscious
to
the
sufferings
of
the
others
.
I
had
been
an
incorrigible
for
two
years
,
and
my
nerves
and
brain
were
hardened
to
suffering
.
It
is
a
frightful
thing
to
see
a
strong
man
broken
.
About
me
,
at
the
one
time
,
were
forty
strong
men
being
broken
.
Ever
the
cry
for
water
went
up
,
and
the
place
became
lunatic
with
the
crying
,
sobbing
,
babbling
and
raving
of
men
in
delirium
.
Do
n't
you
see
?
Our
truth
,
the
very
truth
we
told
,
was
our
damnation
.
When
forty
men
told
the
same
things
with
such
unanimity
,
Warden
Atherton
and
Captain
Jamie
could
only
conclude
that
the
testimony
was
a
memorized
lie
which
each
of
the
forty
rattled
off
parrot-like
.
