About the time that Joseph was arrested by at — I knowing that they were after him & no means under heaven of giving him any information, my anxiety became so intense upon the subject, knowing their determination to kill him without mercy, that my flesh twitched on my bones— I could not help it— twitch it would— while <​undergoing this sensation,​> I heard a Pigeon <​Dove​> light on the Window in the upper room of the Jail & commenced cooing, & then went off— in a short time he came back to the window, where a small pane was broken, he crept thro between the bars of iron which were about 2½ inches apart— it flew <​I saw it fly​> round the trap door several times <​I saw it,​> <​it but did not alight, but​> & continued cooing— until it crawled <​crept​> thro the bars again & flew out thro the broken window— I relate this as it was the only occurrence of the kind that happened during my long & weary imprisonment— but it proved a comfort to me— the twitching of my flesh ceased, & I realised that both bro Joseph & would still be free <​I was fully satisfied from that moment, that they would not get Joseph into — and that I should regain my freedom—​> from the best estimates that can be made, it was at the time when Joseph was in the custody of —

In a few days afterwards came into the Jail & told me that he had made a failure in the arrest of Joseph

After the Lawyers had been about two months making out fresh papers I was again conveyed to , <​conveyed​> on a miserable horse & tied with feet & hands tied as before but a different road

In about a month a Special Court was called <​In a few days afterwards my mother found where I was & she came to see me & brought me some money $100— whereby, I was enabled to see , for his services as counsel.​>

The time of trial being <​continually​> delayed I began to be uneasy, I was han[d]cuffed in the dungeon which is the basement story of the prison, & is ten <​about nine​> feet high, I took down the stove pipe— pushed my clothes up thro the <​stovepipe​> hole & then crawled thro the <​hole in the floor which was made of logs about 14 inches thick​> floor into the upper room— the hole was so small that it scratched my flesh & made me bleed from many wounds, I then examined the inside door & with the bale of the water pail I unfastened the door <​unbolted it​>— but finding I could not get thro the outside door I returned to my dungeon— thro the same narrow pass— the following night I made another attempt thro the same way but failing to get thro the outside door— I lay down on the upper floor where the boys who were bringing my food <​next morning​> found me— they made an alarm when 5 or 6 men came. first on [2 words illegible] & again conveyed me down into the dungeon— it caused quite an excitement My Mother learning that had returned home, she went to him & prevailed on him to come & see him <​speak to​> me at the dungeon grate, while he was talking to me, a little boy <​the Son of a poor Widow—​> about 5 or 6 years old, <​who​> had previously been to see me, & finding I had no fire, he had run away <​home​> & brought some fire <​& chips​> to the grate— said “you little devil you what are you doing here with this fire”— he replied “I am going to give it to so that he can warm him” then said “you little devil you take this fire & leave”— when the little urchin <​looking him in the face,​> replied “, you go to hell, I am going to give this fire so that he can warm him” & he pushed it thro the grate— gave me chips & continued to supply my daily wants of chips <​& fire,​> while I continued in the dungeon. [p. 6]