A Carleton County Turnkey
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      • And so the punishments begin
        11/25/07
        November 25, 1862: Had to administer my first official punishment today. Not for anything too serious – just an inmate with excessively bad language. Warned him a few times, but after he kept up in front of the chaplain, I had to make it a formal reprimand. Wrote him up, and gave him three days in t

      • No happy campers here…
        11/21/07
        November 21, 1862: It would seem the prisoners are a little disappointed with their new accommodations. Can’t say I blame them. They’ve gone from large communal cells in the old gaol where they could chat with one another and receive visitors at the windows (and any food, clothes, or other items tha

      • The big day
        11/19/07
        November 19, 1862: Well, they’re here – seems a little anti-climactic, to be honest.

      • So much to do, so little time…
        11/15/07
        November 15, 1862: It’s official: we’re moving the prisoners in next week. Me and George – the other turnkey – haven’t stopped making preparations, ensuring everything is in working order, and trying to clarify procedure for any situation we can think of. Can’t say the same about our night watchmen…

      • Well, well, well…
        11/12/07
        November 12, 1862: Got my uniforms. Alice was right: I do look handsome!

      • It’s moving day!
        11/10/07
        November 10, 1862: Alice and I are moving into the front mansion of the gaol today. I think she’s of two minds on the subject: she’s delighted we’ll never have to worry about where we’re going to live again, but somewhat alarmed at the prospect of living in the same building as criminals and the ins

      • A malodorous realization
        11/07/07
        November 7, 1862: Alice says I’m letting my imagination get the best of me, and that I should just deal with things as they come. It’s good advice. Besides – I’ve realized that my greatest fear isn’t anything the prisoners will say or do – rather it’ll be how they smell.

        Dreamt of my one

      • Cramped quarters
        11/06/07
        November 6, 1862: Had my first full tour of the new gaol today…feels even larger once you’re inside. Sure am relieved I’ll be working in there and not locked up – those cells are small. Real small. Small enough to make you uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable. Mad, even…Though the rulebook they gave me

      • The awful majesty of the law
        11/02/07
        November 2, 1862: I can’t get over the size of it…it’s just massive. And to be honest, a little intimidating…can’t believe I’m supposed to be working there in the next few weeks…it doesn’t quite feel real yet.

        But it will. Got measured by a tailor for the first time in my life for my new

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