Day after day he sat in his place , watched by an armed overseer , forbidden any but necessary words , no intercourse with the men beside him , no change but from cell to shop , no exercise but the dreary marches to and fro , each man 's hand on the other 's shoulder keeping step with the dreary tramp so different from the ringing tread of soldiers . Silent , gaunt , and grim , Dan did his daily task , ate his bitter bread , and obeyed commands with a rebellious flash of the eye , that made the warden say : ` That 's a dangerous man . Watch him . He 'll break out some day . ' There were others more dangerous than he , because older in crime and ready for any desperate outbreak to change the monotony of long sentences . These men soon divined Dan 's mood , and in the mysterious way convicts invent , managed to convey to him before a month was over that plans were being made for a mutiny at the first opportunity . Thanksgiving Day was one of the few chances for them to speak together as they enjoyed an hour of freedom in the prison yard . Then all would be settled and the rash attempt made if possible , probably to end in bloodshed and defeat for most , but liberty for a few . Dan had already planned his own escape and bided his time , growing more and more moody , fierce , and rebellious , as loss of liberty wore upon soul and body ; for this sudden change from his free , healthy life to such a narrow , gloomy , and miserable one , could not but have a terrible effect upon one of Dan 's temperament and age . He brooded over his ruined life , gave up all his happy hopes and plans , felt that he could never face dear old Plumfield again , or touch those friendly hands , with the stain of blood upon his own . He did not care for the wretched man whom he had killed , for such a life was better ended , he thought ; but the disgrace of prison would never be wiped out of his memory , though the cropped hair would grow again , the grey suit easily be replaced , and the bolts and bars left far behind . ` It 's all over with me ; I 've spoilt my life , now let it go . I 'll give up the fight and get what pleasure I can anywhere , anyhow . They shall think me dead and so still care for me , but never know what I am . Poor Mother Bhaer ! she tried to help me , but it 's no use ; the firebrand ca n't be saved . ' And dropping his head in his hands as he sat on his low bed , Dan would mourn over all he had lost in tearless misery , till merciful sleep would comfort him with dreams of the happy days when the boys played together , or those still later and happier ones when all smiled on him , and Plumfield seemed to have gained a new and curious charm . There was one poor fellow in Dan 's shop whose fate was harder than his , for his sentence expired in the spring , but there was little hope of his living till that time ; and the coldest-hearted man pitied poor Mason as he sat coughing his life away in that close place and counting the weary days yet to pass before he could see his wife and little child again . There was some hope that he might be pardoned out , but he had no friends to bestir themselves in the matter , and it was evident that the great Judge 's pardon would soon end his patient pain for ever . Dan pitied him more than he dared to show , and this one tender emotion in that dark time was like the little flower that sprung up between the stones of the prison yard and saved the captive from despair , in the beautiful old story .
Dan helped XXXXX with his work when he was too feeble to finish his task , and the grateful look that thanked him was a ray of sunshine to cheer his cell when he was alone .
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