Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1869-11-10

Carter Barracks, in Sydney, was in those
days the depot, great reservoir and recepta-
Gle of British felonry and here our hero
was regularly installed in due time Here
he was assigned bis CELL his plank or mat
tress, and his blanket
AT home for hfel" exclaimed Donahue
jocularly, as the turnkey ushered him into
his furnished apartments.
mo insolence, slrl retorted that impor-
tant parsonage.
"lnsolence !" exclaimed our hero. really
surprised at the enovelinterpretation. Bless
yer soul, sir, l. d be the last in the world to
I IN the pink of modcsty, | am"
Silence, sir!' interrupted the important
parsonage aforesaid, giving Donahue a shove
which knocked him over against the wall,
and after which little act of courteous hospi-
tally he slammed the door to, locked it, and
left him.
''lf had you in Dublin, my sweet boy,
I'd teach you better manners in brace of
minutes, muttcred Donahue That
more than the best man in Dublin would
dare do, he soliloquized; but everything
| is changed here, it seems. | forgot that
AIN at the -andti-what's this they
call them? The andti-the and tip o days
Yes, thats S 1t; the and tip o-days, where
everything is topsy turvy, upside down, and
| where a man is half the time head down
ward, heels upward, and fancies himself
standing on his perpendicuiars all the time
There ain no fancy about this, tho ! Here
| am, Gagged up Ike a theft, just the same as
If was common pickpocket, no better, no
worse. The door boltcd and locked-cant
see the blessed daylight And look here
this Is pretty treatment for gentleman T.
and he held MP the ghost of blanket, thro'
which lac counted the iron bars in his cell
window, and then dashed the spectre down
upon hi; mattress-;he hard plank There
is bed and bedding, If you ike This is the
ndtip-o-days, is 1t? e,who used to have
my boots polished by servants, boys to run
my errands, and Nancy Dawson to dgtSce
attendance. And-tip o-days. Ell I'm
thinking TIP the bedding ont of the win
dow one OF these days, and the mattress
lOdeer, with my blessing to boot 3"
That's rowdy coon ~ observed the
turnkey to Mr.. Crewel. the keeper or gov
ernor of the jail
w hich is he?" asked Mr.. Crewcll.
Him as have just put into the stone
jug. - replied the turnkey.
That Dublin chap
Yes
80, well soon knock that out of him
cure him in less than a week
Next morning the cargo of felonry, of
which Donahue was an item. was inspected
in the yard, and the invoices or sentences OF
each one read over. The BARRIERS were or
dercd TO cut off the hair and whiskers of
each, and when these hirsute appendages
had been chopped off. including few slices
Of chin and cheek, the noviates were put
under the pump, we'll scrubbed, and then
labeled with the motley prison clothes of
gray and yellow. They were next leg ironed
with a chain of twenty FIVE pounds each, in
which they ate and drank, and worked and
slept. After which they were breakfasted
on ''Skilagalee, (bciled corn meall, so thin
as 10 run down a given decIiviy with We
locity Of mile a minute. This sum ptuous
repast finished, they were taken out to work
in gangs, some in the quarries and some to
hew trees in the forest, guarded in all cases
by soldiers armed with loaded muskets and
fixed bayonets.
Our hero was put in the forest gang. As
might have been expected, his hands bis
tered, his wrist got strained, and he became
quite unable to operate on the stubborn
trees. He put down the axe.
Go on with your work, said the soldier
on guard.
Cant" said Donahue; "my hands are
blistered
eco on with your work, I say"
Can do tap, sir. Wrist clean out of
joint
You won't work, them
Impossible :"
Very well; Mr.. CreTen will cure you, l
dare say
Donahue was thcreupon escorted before
the governor of the Jail, who heard what the
soldier and he had got to say respectively.
My poor fellow p began that potentate,
you were tenderly brought up Had high
rearing on your mothers back, when she
was begging from door 10 door in Dublin
Your delicate hands have been used to
gloves, and the ugly work of telling trees
don't agree with them. What a shame it is
for government not to send out gloves with
axe handles, and so save those delicate
hands which have done such execution at
picking pockets"
Never picked pocket since l was
kid said Donahue.
My poor fellow! you're too honest for
such work your honesty has ruined you.
Not bit of it, robbed many a man,
but l did it in manly way; never sneaked
behind mans back TO do it
My poor fellow, let me see your mittens
Donahue showed his hands.
They re very sore. Are your hands the
only sore part about you?''
THE only sore spot on my blessed body
MY poor fellow your blessed body won't
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