He said, when I complained to him,--

"You will find things in confusion. The Matron who went away yesterday

was inefficient."

"Perhaps so," I replied; "but the confusion appears to me to date

farther back than the last Matron. It arises from the want of a head

officer to regulate affairs."

"I have double the trouble on this side, with four Matrons and a hundred

women, than with three hundred men and more than a dozen officers on the

other."

"You would insinuate that women are more difficult to get on with than

men. I make a very different solution of the difficulty in this

particular case. You are on the ground all of the time; explain his duty

to every officer, and see that he does it. That makes the officer's work

distinct before him. It is done under your eye, which makes it promptly

and well done. If that were the case on this side, we might be as

orderly, and have as little trouble in performing our part, as you on

yours. The cook tells me that certain work belongs to the slide woman;

the slide woman says it belongs to the sink women; the sink women shift

it on the steam woman, and so I am kept on the chase, from one to

another, for some one to do a piece of labor. I do not know who ought to

do it, and they know it. If they do not intend to confuse me, they

intend to clear themselves of all the work they can."

"Use your own judgment, and call on whom you please. They are all

obliged to obey any order that you give."

"If I call upon one to do the work that has formerly been done by

another, I stir up ill feelings among the prisoners towards each other,

and contention, and they think me hard and unjust. It makes me trouble.

They obey my order reluctantly, and say, 'That isn't my work.'"

"If they quarrel, they know the punishment. If they refuse to obey your

orders, report them to me, and I will put them where they will be glad

to obey." He nodded towards the prison door.

I knew he must refer to some kind of punishment. I did not know what;

but frightful visions of the cruelties of which I had read rose in my

imagination, and I said no more.

I vowed to myself that I would never get them punished by refusing to

obey my unjust exactions if I could help it.

My thoughts did not stop with my words. I reasoned with myself. If my

ignorance, or bad management, cause me to be unjust towards those women,

and if I, by my injustice, arouse their bad temper so as to cause them

to be punished, who will be most in fault? I decided that I should be.

The question suggested itself to me--If you get them punished unjustly

who will avenge them? The All-seeing-Eye will notice, and avenge it. I

will be careful.

I resolved to feel my way along softly and carefully. There was no

relief for my dilemma, except in my own ingenuity to find out the ways

of the place, and the proper management to apply to it.

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