My background is crowded with robberies, burglaries, and thefts too numerous to recall.
All manner of crimes against property.
Arrests, trials, acquittals, convictions, escapes.
Penitentiaries I see in the background four of them.
County jails, workhouses, city prisons, Mounted Police barracks, dungeons, solitary confinement, bread and water, hanging up, brutal floggings, and the murderous straitjacket.
I see hop joints, wine dumps, thieves' resorts, and beggars' hangouts.
Crime followed by swift retribution in one form or another.
I had very few glasses of wine as I traveled this route.
I rarely saw a woman smile and seldom heard a song.
In those twenty-five years I took all these things, and I am going to write about them.
And I am going to write about them as I took them - with a smile.