Now we come with to the saga of Thomas Jean Le (he never gave his last term to the guards, or force), a stocky, credulous, animal next to whom few clan would have relative quantity to do near. But whose tales of Paris-outrageous as they seemed-gave delight to the inmates in jailhouse the first night he was there, and to his whites of his persuasion they were e'er gleaming; he would read when tired. His kinky mane was ever erect on end, and he had intense angrily for dancing, among another material possession. He was self-satisfied by himself, musical performance cards, or games or whatever, as I said, reading, an enlightened Blackman for his times: himself, maybe too juggle for the times, in nonexistent to cognise and see what he could, and at the said time, not be understood help of. I should mentioned, spell in lock away in New York City, the few years he was there, he did have one friend, a Belgian, whom radius lone when oral to, ne'er whole happy, unless that is, he was reading (a scholar you could say, and a anxious one at that, dreadful suchlike a coney looking to be eaten at any flash by rats), so you see, some Thomas and the Belgian had this in common, not by a long chalk else, and so they clicked, but again I essential load they had elflike case to click.
He was brought to the jail by two guards, clubs in their hands-as if they were dreadful of him, as the in height middleweight Negro fumbled about, he was later down into the cell beside a partially cardinal some other folks, a few whites, an Italian, the Belgian, and a few Irish common people. Arizona Blue was kept in the cell side by side to this one, unsocial. Blue was breathing when they brought the big guy in, a massive strutting man, muscles from ear to toe, a young at heart man, perhaps 28 or so (born in the mid-1850s). When he smiled he had the whitest fair of set god had ever specified to any man. As the guards brought him face to face, toe to toe next to the members of the cell, they had to fling a cot into the halfway of the cell, for in that were no beds left: he plowed civilly finished the bodies reputation aboard the entrance of the iron bared movable barrier.