Over his cell is placed his name and number. He now enters upon that indescribable, desolate, and dreary life of a convict. The inmates of the Missouri penitentiary are well clothed. All the prisoners presented the appearance of being cleanly, so far as their clothing is concerned. All are dressed in stripes.
None are exempt.
Here are nearly two thousand men on an equality. None of them can look down upon others, and say, I am more nicely dressed than you. I never saw a convict dude in the entire lot. The prisoners are well fed. For breakfast, the bill of fare consists of bread, coffee, without milk or sugar, and hash.