With Halloween only a few weeks away, my next few posts will
feature black cats (cliche, I know) or any spooky animal tales that I
uncover during my research. The following story combines a black cat
with murder, a creepy old prison, and of course, New York City history.
A silent friend and leal;
No confidence does he betray,
He is as true as steel.
And would my woe impart;
I’ve turned to Nig for no more than
a sympathetic heart.”
On May 7, 1893, Carlyle Harris died in the electric chair in the Death
House at Sing Sing prison in Ossining, New York. More than 1,000 people
came to watch the black flag be raised, signaling his death. Carlyle’s
mother, still convinced of her son’s innocence, placed an ad in a New
York newspaper stating:
Murdered by Twelve Men; If the Jury had Only Known.
“Old Nig,” my friend, comes every day—
“When I have shrunk from baser man,
—Carlyle Wentworth Harris, Murderers’ Row, the Tombs, New York City, 1893
On March 23, 1891, Carlyle W. Harris,
a 22-year-old medical student at the New York College of Physicians and
Surgeons, was arrested for the death of his young wife, Helen Potts.
District Attorney Charles E. Simms Jr. charged him with first-degree
murder for poisoning his bride with an overdose of morphine in the form
of sleeping pills.
The Helen Potts murder was one of the most notorious crimes of the
19th century. It was loaded with scandal, and had everything the public
could want in a news story: sex, murder, drugs, and an attractive,
well-to-do young couple.
First there was the secret marriage ceremony at Civil Hall under
alias names that neither family knew about until Carlyle’s botched
abortion on Helen forced them to reveal the marriage (he reportedly
killed the fetus but did not remove it from her uterus). Then there was
the medical class in which Carlyle learned all about the effects of
morphine. And finally, there was the fact that Carlyle had admitted to a
friend that he would often lace a girl’s ginger ale with whiskey to
break down her inhibitions – and had even gone as far as marrying some
girls by using a different name to get them into bed.
Yes, Carlyle Harris was the Robert Chambers (aka Preppie Killer) of
the 1890s, and the New York press couldn’t get enough of him in the
months and days leading to his trial and execution.
Following a trial in the Court of General Sessions in January 1892,
the jury found Carlyle guilty of murder in the first degree. Despite
defense attorney William F. Howe’s request for an appeal, he was
sentenced to death. Carlyle spent the last 15 months of his life in cell
#8 on Murderers’ Row at New York City’s Halls of Justice – better known
as The Tombs.
There are hundreds of old news articles, books, and websites about the Carlyle Harris case,
so I’m not going to get into further details. However, there appears to
be only one publication that made mention of Carlyle’s four-footed
friend who visited him every day on Murderers’ Row at the Tombs. In a
story titled “The Tombs Cat Is Dead” on June 1, 1901, the Syracuse Evening Telegram noted
that Carlyle had written a short poem about Old Nig, the large black
cat that worked for 18 years catching mice in New York City’s prison
(although certainly not proper today, Nig was a very popular name for
black-haired cats, dogs, and horses in the 1800s).
A Kitten Arrives at the Tombs
Old Nig arrived at the New York City prison in 1893, when Tombs
prison keeper Connelly brought the young kitten into the gloomy old
building to help control the mice and rat population. His arrival came
during the regime of Warden James Finn, Deputy Warden Mark Finley, and
Night Deputy Warden Orr. Over the next 18 years, the black cat served
under eight administrations and reported to numerous wardens, including
the much disliked Tammany Warden Thomas P. Walsh (aka, Fatty Walsh),
Charles Osborne, John J. Fallon, and John E. Van de Carr.
When Old Nig first came to the Tombs, the prison was only about 45
years old, but it was already in deplorable condition. Constructed on
the site of the old Collect Pond in 1838, the structure quickly began
sinking into the soft, swampy ground, creating awful living conditions
for the 300 prisoners crowded into the 143 cells. An 1846 New York Herald article described the perpetual dreariness brought on by the overflowing cells:
“[The prisoners are] here entombed to fester and offend
until the moral atmosphere of the entire vicinage is impregnated with
their odious exhalations, and the very soil seems to send forth in foul
luxuriance the noxious shoots of crime and hardy guilt.”
The Collect Pond
A few hundred years ago, the area that would become known as the
notorious Five Points was a 48-acre freshwater lake called Collect Pond.
Once the principal water source for colonial residents, the
60-foot-deep pond was also a favorite place for picnics, row boating and
ice skating. Over the years, as tanneries, slaughterhouses, and other
businesses dumped their garbage in the pond, it became highly polluted
and odorous.
The Collect Pond was condemned, drained into the Hudson River and
filled in by about 1813. In 1816, the Corporation Yards occupied the
block of Elm, Centre, Leonard and Franklin Streets, on the ground which
had filled in the pond.
The landfill job – a project designed to give work to the poor — was
poorly done. In a span of less than ten years the ground began to
subside. Unfortunately, the Common Council had already chosen the site
for a new jail that would replace prisons the British had erected before
the American Revolution.
When excavation for the foundation began in 1835, the builders knew
they were in for a great challenge. Quicksand and water rose and fell
with the tides, and threatened to derail the project.
Engineers were called in to devise a system of pilings using large hemlock trees lashed together. As The New York Times
explained, the Tombs prison “was built upon a raft, inasmuch as the
underlying foundation consisted of ranging planks imbedded or floated in
the quicksand mud.”
Five months after the Tombs opened, the building began to sink,
warping the prison cells and causing cracks in the foundation through
which water trickled in and created pools on the stone flooring. By the
end of the Civil War the prison was considered one of the worst in the
country.
Not only was the prison damp and moldy, it was also dangerously
overcrowded. Originally designed for about 200 inmates, close to 400
inmates were being housed by the time Old Nig was making the rounds.
Although there were about six “comfortable cells” with a view of the
street for richer men who could afford to live in style, most of the men
were vagrants who were assigned to the small and damp cells with cement
floors.
Two prisoners sharing the single cot in each cell would sleep
feet-to-head. If there were a third inmate, he would have to sleep on
the cold stone floor. There was no exercise area so prisoners were
confined to their cramped cells for 22 hours a day, and only let out to
walk around the cast-iron walkway one hour in the morning and one in the
afternoon.
The male prison, where Old Nig spent his days, had a high ceiling and
a dark and narrow hall with four tiers of cells. On the ground floor
were the mentally ill, and one floor above was Murderers’ Row, as well
as a few cells for burglars and robbers. The third tier was devoted to
those charged with grand larceny and similar felonies, while the fourth
tier was assigned to those charged with minor offenses.
The Death of the Tombs, Carlye, and Old Nig
Harris, Carlyle Wentworth, eldest son of Charles L. and Frances McCready Harris. Judicially murdered May 8, 1893.
On his tombstone at the Albany Rural Cemetery she had engraved:
Two years after Carlyle’s death, in 1895, the New York State Senate
launched an investigation into the conditions at the Tombs and concluded
that “its design and arrangement is radically and irremediably bad.”
Finally, in 1902, after decades of planning, the prison was demolished
and replaced. The second Tombs building was constructed on a deeper
foundation and at a higher grade than the first one to avoid sinking.
The second Tombs was replaced in 1941 by a new prison across the
street on the east side of Centre Street. Although officially named the
Manhattan House of Detention, it is still referred to as The Tombs.
Eight years after Carlyle’s death, on May 31, 1901, Old Nig died in
the arms of Keeper Connelly. It was reported that the cat’s skin was
going to be stuffed, and his lifeless form was going to be placed in the
office of Warden John E. Van de Carr. Whether Old Nig’s taxidermied
form survived the move to the new prison building in 1902 is not known.
A silent friend and leal;
No confidence does he betray,
He is as true as steel.
And would my woe impart;
I’ve turned to Nig for no more than
a sympathetic heart.”
On May 7, 1893, Carlyle Harris died in the electric chair in the Death House at Sing Sing prison in Ossining, New York. More than 1,000 people came to watch the black flag be raised, signaling his death. Carlyle’s mother, still convinced of her son’s innocence, placed an ad in a New York newspaper stating:
Murdered by Twelve Men; If the Jury had Only Known.
“When I have shrunk from baser man,