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"What! that old building, falling to pieces, without
either doors or windows?"
"That is the only prison we have here," replied the man,
deliberately pitching his quoit.
"Well," said the Southern gentleman, "I want to see these
prisoners."
"I am one of them," said the quoit-player, "and that is
another," pointing to his companion.
"What! you convicted felons? You the terrible murderers
about whom I have heard so much?"
"Yes, we are certainly two of them. The others are gone
over to the House of Representatives, to hear the members
abuse the Governor."
"But," says the old gentleman, "they don't allow convicted
murderers to go about in this way, without a guard to
watch them?"
"O! yes," says the man interrogated; "they used to send a
guard with us when we went over to the Legislative Halls,
to protect us against violence from the members, but they
found that too troublesome, so they gave each of us a
revolver and bowie-knife, and told us we should hereafter
be required to protect ourselves.


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