Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1796 edition. Excerpt: ... of my dungeon. I expostulated with warmth upon this treatment, told them that I was a. man upon whom the law had as yet passed no censure, and who therefore in the eye of the law was innocent. But they bid me keep such fudge for people who knew no better; that they knew what they did, and would answer it to any court ii> England. The pain of the fetter was intolerable. I endeavoured in various ways to relieve it, and even privily to free my leg $ but the more it was swelled, the more was this rendered impossible. I then re-, solved to bear it with patience: still the longer it continued, the worse it grew. After twa days and two nights I in treated the turnkey to go and ask the surgeon who usually attended the prison to look at it, for, if it continued longer as it was, I was convinced it would mortify. But he glared surlily at me, and said, Damn my blood ! I (Lould like to see that day. To die of a mortification is too good an end for such a rascal ! At the time that he thus addressed me, the whole mass of my blood was already fevered by the anguish I had undergone, my patience was wholly exhausted, and I was silly enough to be irritated beyond bearing by his impertinence and vulgarity. Look you, Mr. turnkey, said I, there is one thing that such fellows as you are set over us for, and another thing that you are not. You are to take care we do not escape, but it is no part of your office to call us names and abuse us. If I were not chained to the floor, you dare as well eat your fingers as use such language; and, take my word for it, you shall yet live to repent of your insolence. While I thus spoke, the man stared at me with astonishment. He was so little accustomed to such retorts that at first first he could scarcely believe his...