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The
day
had
now
become
cloudy
,
lowery
,
and
it
looked
as
if
there
might
be
snow
.
Eddie
Zanders
,
who
had
been
given
all
the
papers
in
the
case
,
announced
that
there
was
no
need
to
return
to
the
county
jail
.
In
consequence
the
five
of
them
--
Zanders
,
Steger
,
Cowperwood
,
his
father
,
and
Edward
--
got
into
a
street-car
which
ran
to
within
a
few
blocks
of
the
prison
.
Within
half
an
hour
they
were
at
the
gates
of
the
Eastern
Penitentiary
.
The
Eastern
District
Penitentiary
of
Pennsylvania
,
standing
at
Fairmount
Avenue
and
Twenty-first
Street
in
Philadelphia
,
where
Cowperwood
was
now
to
serve
his
sentence
of
four
years
and
three
months
,
was
a
large
,
gray-stone
structure
,
solemn
and
momentous
in
its
mien
,
not
at
all
unlike
the
palace
of
Sforzas
at
Milan
,
although
not
so
distinguished
.
It
stretched
its
gray
length
for
several
blocks
along
four
different
streets
,
and
looked
as
lonely
and
forbidding
as
a
prison
should
.
The
wall
which
inclosed
its
great
area
extending
over
ten
acres
and
gave
it
so
much
of
its
solemn
dignity
was
thirty-five
feet
high
and
some
seven
feet
thick
.
The
prison
proper
,
which
was
not
visible
from
the
outside
,
consisted
of
seven
arms
or
corridors
,
ranged
octopus-like
around
a
central
room
or
court
,
and
occupying
in
their
sprawling
length
about
two-thirds
of
the
yard
inclosed
within
the
walls
,
so
that
there
was
but
little
space
for
the
charm
of
lawn
or
sward
.
The
corridors
,
forty-two
feet
wide
from
outer
wall
to
outer
wall
,
were
one
hundred
and
eighty
feet
in
length
,
and
in
four
instances
two
stories
high
,
and
extended
in
their
long
reach
in
every
direction
.
There
were
no
windows
in
the
corridors
,
only
narrow
slits
of
skylights
,
three
and
one-half
feet
long
by
perhaps
eight
inches
wide
,
let
in
the
roof
;
and
the
ground-floor
cells
were
accompanied
in
some
instances
by
a
small
yard
ten
by
sixteen
--
the
same
size
as
the
cells
proper
--
which
was
surrounded
by
a
high
brick
wall
in
every
instance
.
The
cells
and
floors
and
roofs
were
made
of
stone
,
and
the
corridors
,
which
were
only
ten
feet
wide
between
the
cells
,
and
in
the
case
of
the
single-story
portion
only
fifteen
feet
high
,
were
paved
with
stone
.
If
you
stood
in
the
central
room
,
or
rotunda
,
and
looked
down
the
long
stretches
which
departed
from
you
in
every
direction
,
you
had
a
sense
of
narrowness
and
confinement
not
compatible
with
their
length
.
The
iron
doors
,
with
their
outer
accompaniment
of
solid
wooden
ones
,
the
latter
used
at
times
to
shut
the
prisoner
from
all
sight
and
sound
,
were
grim
and
unpleasing
to
behold
.
The
halls
were
light
enough
,
being
whitewashed
frequently
and
set
with
the
narrow
skylights
,
which
were
closed
with
frosted
glass
in
winter
;
but
they
were
,
as
are
all
such
matter-of-fact
arrangements
for
incarceration
,
bare
--
wearisome
to
look
upon
.
Life
enough
there
was
in
all
conscience
,
seeing
that
there
were
four
hundred
prisoners
here
at
that
time
,
and
that
nearly
every
cell
was
occupied
;
but
it
was
a
life
of
which
no
one
individual
was
essentially
aware
as
a
spectacle
.
He
was
of
it
;
but
he
was
not
.
Some
of
the
prisoners
,
after
long
service
,
were
used
as
"
trusties
"
or
"
runners
,
"
as
they
were
locally
called
;
but
not
many
.
There
was
a
bakery
,
a
machine-shop
,
a
carpenter-shop
,
a
store-room
,
a
flour-mill
,
and
a
series
of
gardens
,
or
truck
patches
;
but
the
manipulation
of
these
did
not
require
the
services
of
a
large
number
.
The
prison
proper
dated
from
1822
,
and
it
had
grown
,
wing
by
wing
,
until
its
present
considerable
size
had
been
reached
.
Its
population
consisted
of
individuals
of
all
degrees
of
intelligence
and
crime
,
from
murderers
to
minor
practitioners
of
larceny
.
It
had
what
was
known
as
the
"
Pennsylvania
System
"
of
regulation
for
its
inmates
,
which
was
nothing
more
nor
less
than
solitary
confinement
for
all
concerned
--
a
life
of
absolute
silence
and
separate
labor
in
separate
cells
.
Barring
his
comparatively
recent
experience
in
the
county
jail
,
which
after
all
was
far
from
typical
,
Cowperwood
had
never
been
in
a
prison
in
his
life
.
Once
,
when
a
boy
,
in
one
of
his
perambulations
through
several
of
the
surrounding
towns
,
he
had
passed
a
village
"
lock-up
,
"
as
the
town
prisons
were
then
called
--
a
small
,
square
,
gray
building
with
long
iron-barred
windows
,
and
he
had
seen
,
at
one
of
these
rather
depressing
apertures
on
the
second
floor
,
a
none
too
prepossessing
drunkard
or
town
ne'er
-
do-well
who
looked
down
on
him
with
bleary
eyes
,
unkempt
hair
,
and
a
sodden
,
waxy
,
pallid
face
,
and
called
--
for
it
was
summer
and
the
jail
window
was
open
:
"
Hey
,
sonny
,
get
me
a
plug
of
tobacco
,
will
you
?
"
Cowperwood
,
who
had
looked
up
,
shocked
and
disturbed
by
the
man
's
disheveled
appearance
,
had
called
back
,
quite
without
stopping
to
think
:
"
Naw
,
I
ca
n't
.
"
"
Look
out
you
do
n't
get
locked
up
yourself
sometime
,
you
little
runt
,
"
the
man
had
replied
,
savagely
,
only
half
recovered
from
his
debauch
of
the
day
before
.
