In Winter Quarters 



ities; and there are as many different 

 natures, as many varied moods, as 

 many diverse types to be discovered 

 inside these cages as you will find 

 within the walls of human habitation. 

 Eat, drink, pace up and down then 

 sleep! That is the captive's lot. And 

 any experienced prisoner will tell you 

 that the greatest of these is sleep! 



I never look down into those bear- 

 pits, and the adjacent enclosures where 

 the foxes, wolves and coyotes hold 

 their court, without thinking of a sight 

 I once saw inside a penitentiary. Only 

 here in these pits the poor devils are 

 all in for the full term of their natural 

 (or rather, I should say, unnatural) 

 lives, and against such a sentence of 

 course no credit whatsoever for good 

 behavior runs. And their only offense 

 is that they were born subject to 

 this man-handling of their respective 

 destinies. 



How to be happy though hopeless! 

 That is a problem successfully solved, 

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