any one," or to
that amount. This was just as I had anticipated respecting the Sylver
case, the food, &c., for the investigation really amounted to little in
those respects. I was truly disappointed, however, concerning myself,
not that any wrong, or even a shadow of it, was brought against me, but,
as I judged from the Governor's remarks and the general drift of things,
that certain ones had worked underhandedly, and so effectually as to
render my removal a sure matter. But they did not succeed.

30. _Motives for desiring the chaplain's removal._ One asks, "What could
be the motive of any for seeking your removal, if you had uniformly
proceeded at the prison as before set forth?" That was the puzzle to me,
for not a word had been said in that direction, except the note of
warning from the prisoner, till conversing with the Governor, and then
nothing specific; hence, I was left wholly to conjecture. My persistent
effort to keep alive, as far as possible, what I could of the reform
system of the past year, was, no doubt, repulsive to the warden, and in
order to be rid of that, he would need to be rid of me. This might be
one motive. Again, no little stir was being made in the city about
prison usages, prison suffering, &c. Probably he thought I was at the
bottom of that; that I wrote down facts inside, and divulged them
outside. Hence, the nettling that one of my practices caused.
Occasionally, I would be solving a long question in arithmetic for the
prisoner at the striking of the signal for retiring to the shop, at
which I would step aside, sit down, finish my solution, return the slate
to the prisoner's cell, and leave. I also, at times, noticed that the
deputy was watching me far more earnestly than the men. Then the
question was asked at the hearing, what I was writing on these
occasions.

Now, if he considered me as the cause of this stirring up, he, of
course, would wish me away. This would be a strong motive. But I was
not. True, I wrote the stories of a number of the men, as they came out,
or till all were found telling over and over the very same thing, in
substance. These, however, I laid away in my drawer, saying nothing
about them to any one. But these men would also call on their former
Sabbath school teachers, or other acquaintances they had met in prison,
and relate to them their stories, and thus they spread. Neighbors would
call at my house, and be talking these matters over, I being as reticent