I answered that it was preferable to the
castle of San Juan de Ulloa in Vera Cruz.
He looked puzzled, then he smiled as if he saw the point.
“We’ll take care of you,” he repeated twice, waving a thin, wrinkled, old hand.
At lunch time the sick convicts ask their keepers for permission to see the doctor. They 长沙桑拿休闲论坛 are kept waiting in line near the head keeper’s desk. The head keeper is a person of great power in the prison, only third in importance of rank, but as he comes in daily contact with the convicts, his good or ill will is felt more keenly than the warden’s. The discipline of the prison, the distribution of the mails, of the clothes, underwear, shoes, all the details of management, are carried on through him.
As we were waiting for the doctor, the head keeper came along to look us over. He had a big brown face, and a large mustache covered his mouth; two piercing gray eyes gave the impression of an unlimited reserve of pent-up bile, anger and contempt, which at times flowed in a torrent of choice and rare blasphemies.
“Damn you, wop! I’ll cure you! You[Pg 67] s——!” he shouted, and with both hands he clutched the neck of an Italian, 长沙桑拿哪里最好 and shook him as savagely as a terrier shakes a rat. His face red and with sickness in his eyes, the unfortunate man tried to explain that he had a sore throat and a fever; but without success. He only aroused another fit of anger.
“You’re a faker, that’s what you are! You’re all fakers, every one of you!” he yelled at us, and finished up by spitting on the floor. The next moment he punished a convict for doing the selfsame thing.
A young doctor hardly out of his teens entered the old prison, escorted by a convict carrying a tray filled with medicine bottles.
Sick prisoners are cured in the simple, old-fashioned way of having mixtures administered to them, the medicine bottles being labeled according to the contents, and the most prevalent ailments, which do not require the remanding of the sick man to the hospital. Cough mixture seemed to be[Pg 68] quite popular, fever mixture less so, 长沙桑拿最好场子推荐 then followed constipation and diarrh?a mixture, toothache mixture, court-plaster, some pills, and various ingredients for venereal diseases, some cotton gauze, and the indispensable large bottles containing salts and codliver oil.
The visit did not take long. Those who had come twice on the line without having been found sick were punished “against the wall.”
After a short inspection the doctor ordered me to the hospital, without allaying my fears by any diagnosis or declaration of a disease, but cautioned me to take a hot bath every day, and to rub the skin with sulphur ointment.
The hospital is situated on top of the chapel, over the main entrance and hall of the prison.
Two spacious rooms are dedicated to that purpose. The smaller one with a bathroom faces the Brooklyn side and overlooks the mess hall, the 长沙桑拿会所爽记 keepers’ dining room and kitchen, and is usually kept apart for the consumptives. The larger room, also with a bathroom, contains a dozen beds, a closet for underwear and clothes, another for the crockery, two tables, two medicine closets, chairs, and some small tables for patients near each bed.
Six windows face towards East 55th Street on the Manhattan side. Two higher windows look over the roof of the prison, across the Queensboro bridge. The hardwood flooring, the small hospital cots, with[Pg 70] mattresses, white pillows and spreads, all spotlessly
clean, made the place look quite cheerful and sunny. Every opening was heavily barred. A spacious, clean and airy prison, but still a prison, with a tantalizing outlook towards New York, which seemed so near that one could discern people on the other side of the river.
There 长沙桑拿会所 are five sick men, plus three consumptives, in the two rooms; and our large room looks deserted.
The patients wear a cheap, white shirt, instead of the striped one, and slippers instead of shoes.
A bald-headed man with small, kindly gray eyes and a close-cropped mustache, keeps perfect discipline without raising his voice, using profane language, or bullying the patients. In character, breeding, morals, education, he is superior to the warden and[Pg 71] to most of the keepers. His name is Charles Noonan.