"No, Major; these gentlemen hail from Georgia. They are strangers here,
and I'd thank you to show them over the prison."
"Certainly, Colonel, most certainly. I'll do it with great pleasure."
And the little man bustled about, put on his cap, gave a few orders to
his subordinates, and then led us, through another outside-door, into
the prison. He was a few rods in advance with Colonel Jaquess, when
Judge Ould said to me,--
"Your prisoners have belied Turner. You see he's not the hyena they've
represented."
"I'm not so sure of that," I replied. "These cringing, mild-mannered men
are the worst sort of tyrants, when they have the power."
"But you don't think _him_ a tyrant?"
"I do. He's a coward and a bully, or I can't read English. It is written
all over his face."