and admitted of his taking three steps, the length of his cell. This was all the exercise he had for about three months more, after which he was allowed to walk, at fixed hours, alone in the yard. His fare also was improved—once or twice a week a piece of meat, a mutton bone or some broth, was added to the dry bread and water, and always meat on Sunday.
Still no books were allowed, and his request for his trunk and property constantly refused; but still he felt they were more kindly considered.
His jailor would sometimes chat with him a little while, or would send his wife to take his meals, when he would try to make her talk to him, telling her he was endeavoring to learn her language. She told him Dr. Bollman was in the room just over his, and he often got her to take up a message of inquiry, and sometimes she would bring back his reply; but so strict were the rules, and all requests regarded with so much suspicion, that it was difficult to manage any sort of communication; however, they did sometimes effect it; they had somehow agreed that Mr. Huger must write a letter, and get the jailor to post it. Mr. Huger wanted to ask some question with regard to it, and got the jailor’s wife to take up to Bollman a black
