ABSTRACT
Very strange were the nights passed in the casual-wards. Outside the town the gang would separate. One by one they asked for admission at the workhouse-gate. To avoid being traced in their wanderings, they seldom gave their correct names on entering " the h o u s e . " O n different occasions Phil had christened himself Joseph Hume, Arthur Wellington, and Eichard Turpin. If any workhouse master offended this gang, they would, after a time, revisit the union, and in revenge break the windows, burn the rugs, and destroy whatever was destructible. They carried lucifer matches with them, concealed in their clothes, and, not unfrequently, short, stout sticks.
