The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1875-02-04
PRISON DISCIPLINE.

ogging the RebelliOus Convicts in the Mis-
souri, Penitentiary.
efferson City (NGo.) Cor. St. Louis Republican,
At 1850 o'clock Mr.. Bradbury came
the man who lays on the strap and
lwhide, and who is more taciturn than
is fellow-oficers. With the crowd of
yards we walked to the cold hall, =
He'd with 1926 cells. Two posts near by
5and out clearly in the light of neigh
oring lamp. At first a young negro
oy is brought up by the guard. AS he
ONES up with abashed countenance, he
cembles like an aspen. "Take off your
hirt !" A slow movement in that direc-
ion. Lie down and you can take it
If quicker" When he has the shirt off
Re comes up to the post, and, extending
both hands sees each firmly bound by a
2Ope. The man then takes the rope,
which leaves about foot's distance be-
ween the Negroes hands, and twines it on
= hook placed further up on the post
When this is fixed, the prisoner can only
stand on tiptoe.
Mr. Bradbury here comes up. "What
is your name?" ''Henry Schaeffer. +"
"What have you been doing?" 'sSpeak-
ing in the line, sir that is all" "Don't
you know better than that? how long
have you been here?" Chine months. /"
Turning to your correspondent, Mr.
Bradbury remarked 'FWe have begun
different discipline here"
Bradbury takes rawhide and lays it
on the bare yellow back before him. 1t
raises a long red line on the yellow back,
and the negro leaps two feet of: the floor.
Further, it brings a yell Of pain, and an
abiect cry of ''Mr. Bradbury, please, Mr..
Bradbury, sir" But Bradbury lays on
four or five more lashes without finch
ing. The punishment is done, and the
African humbly picks up his clothes, and
goes back to his CELL
James Shea comes up-an intelligent
and fne-looking young fellow of less
than 23-and takes his punishment with
bravely-suppressed means of anguish,
until eighteen blows are measured out.
It is curious to mark the blows, how
Bradbury tries not to pillow up too much
space, but to pillow deep. The long red
lengthen then become clotted to-1nor-
row they will be blue. Eighteen
blows take him down, if he is ready"
"Oh, yes, sir, am ready but I have
been imposed upon by these men," said
the prisoner, pointing to the guards.
g Imposed upon, have you?" says Brad
bury; "string him up again" The
deed is done. The already qUivering
flesh is made to culver again, and the
teeth are gritted together tighter and
tighter, though the means caused by the
scorching rawhide cannot help coming,
and the face pales to deeper pallor, and
the eyes-oh the look of despair and an
grished suffering that looks up at the
stone walls in unutterable desolation
Mike Malloy, low-browed, hard, and
evil, proves himself cowardly whelp.
As Bradbury raises the lash he begines
a whine, which, when the lash descends,
heightens into a howl-the cry of wild
beast, a cry of agony, unrestrained by
the feelings of pride that agitate most men
and most convicts. 81 would rather be
with my mother, " he piteously whines be-
tween the blows. Bradbury coolly says,
@ l suppose you would"
Other prisoners are whipped, but time
cannot be spent on all. The braggadocio
leader in the revolt disgraces his human
ity when it comes to little suffering.
Fhe brave, patient follower faints before
cry of pain shows how the blows have
sunk into his flesh and into the sensitive
covering Of his soul. Some come up
dauntless, some with trembling all de-
part with look out Of their eyes that be-
tokens a desire for eternal revenge.