humiliate and drive home to the incoming prisoner the 
fact that all sense of social connection was hereby ended. 
The hood was intended to destroy all sense of association 
with fellow-prisoners, and by preventing a sense of location 
and direction obviate any attempt to escape. Thereafter 
during all his stay he was not supposed to walk with or 
talk to or see another prisoner—or even, to any extent, 
converse with his superiors, except as the latter were 
compelled to instruct him. It was a grim theory, and was 
really worked out to a very notable extent, although when 
it came to actual practice there were modifications, as 
there are in every theory. 
"You'll have to put this on'," Kuby said, and opened 
it in such a way that it could be put over Cowperwood's 
The latter understood. He had heard of it in some 
way, in times past—not through Steger, but in some 
general gossip. Little had he ever thought that this 
would come to him. All his wealth, all his shrewdness 
had not been able to prevent it, apparently. He was a 
little shocked—looked at it first with a touch of real 
surprise, but a moment after lifted his hands and helped 
pull it down. 
"Never mind," cautioned the guard, "put your hands 
down. I'll get it over." 
Cowperwood dropped his arms. When it was fully on, 
it came to about his chest, giving him little means of see- 
ing anything. He felt very strange, very humiliated, very 
downcast. This simple thing of a blue-and-white-striped 
bag over his head almost cost him his sense of self-posses- 
sion. Why could not they have spared him this indignity? 
he thought. 
" This way," said his attendant, and, without seeing 
anything more of Kendall or his assistants or the room 
or the path he was following, he was led out—to where 
he could not say. 
"If you hold it out in front you can see to walk," said