The Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1855-1875, 1875-02-03

GENERAL SHERIDAN
has his report of outrages and muir
ders nearly completed, and that per.
haps will be called for as evidence by
the Republican counsel.
THE LASH.
How Men are Floxged I'm the Mis-
souri, State Pentlentiary.
Correspondence Of the Republican.
JEFFERSON CTrY, January 10.
z When they whip men in the Mis-
souri, State Penitentiary the thing is
generally done in secret and In the
night. So when your correspondent
was admitted, last night, behind the
massive walls patrolled by sentinels,
placed in the revolving iron gate,
which looks as if it might be the
counterpart OF the celebrated iron
shroud, and landed in the immense
quadrangle that constitutes the prison
yard, with promise from those In
authority that he should see the whip
ping of some of the late refractory
prisoners, he congratulated himself
that he was the first newspaper man
who had ever been allowed to witness
the sight.
In the centre of the quadrangle is a
round brick building, which is known
as the round house, and serves as the
prison headquarters. At half past z a
dozen guards were in the room, silent
men, who wore comforts and shawls
about their necks, and when they
spoke couched their tones low so that
none would hear.
At half past z Mr.. Bradbury came
in-the man who lays on the strap
and raw hide, and who is more taci-
turn than his fellow officers.
We wish to see the whipping to-
Il don't know is the answer. Its
against the rules, and We have to
serve all alike.
will any harm be done if the truth
"Well, I don't know; 1 guess I'll
let you in, and you may stay until one
man is whipped.
And SO with the crowd of guards
we walked to the ''old hall, filled
with 426 cells. Positions are taken
by the crowd at the end of a lofty
aisle, bounded by massive wall on
one side, on the other by the tiers of
cells, as appears from where we stand,
though little further down the hall
a fight of steps conducts you to two
tiers or cells lower. We are at one
extremity of the hail, where short
angle is made by the hall, which de-
scribes parallelogram.
Two posts near by stand out clearly
in the light of neighboring lamp,
which is answered by light from an
other further down the hall, and the
glare of stove at tho other extrem-
ity.
At first young negro boy is
BROUGHT up by the. guard. As he
comes up with abashed countenance,
he trembles like an aspen.
Take off your shirt" A slow
movement in that direction. Lie
down and you can take it off quicker"
When he has the shirt off he comes
up to the post and extending both
hands sees each firmly bound by.
rope in the hands of man on the
other side of the post. The man on
the other side then takes the rope,
which leaves about foot's distance
between the negro's hands, and twines
it on an iron hook placed further up
on the post. When this is fixed the
prisoner can only stand on tip toe.
Mr.. Bradbury here comes up.
What is :, ySHr YOU name n Henry s1y
doing p ".,speaking g, in the line, .. sir;
than that how MAMMA long have uynas yUp oeao
Seur neue correspondent, @1na %anns Mr.. Bradbury
I've have begun differ
ent discipline here.
Bradbury takes rawhide and lays
it on the bare yellow back before him.
The effect is two-fold. It raises long
red line on the yellow back, and it
raises the negro two feet OF the fioor;
an abiect cry Of, "Mr: Bradbury, please
Mr.. Bradbury, sir" But Bradbury
lays on four or five more lashes with
out finching. The punishment is
done, and the spectator feels disgust
at the cowardice of the African, who
humbly picks up his clothes and goes
back to his cell.
James Shea comes up-an intelli-
gent and fne-looking young fellow of
less than Z-and takes his punish
ment with bravely-suppressed means
of anguish, until eighteen blows are
LnCdSUIcu Out. IL Is CuIlOuS W Au0I n
the blows, how Bradbury tries not to
plow up too much space, but to plow
deep. The long red lines deepen and
darkeu, widen and lengthen; then be-
come clotted; but you have the satis-
faction of knowing that tomorrow
they will be blue. Eighteen blows,
take him down, if he is ready 'Oh,
yes. sir, l am ready, but l have been
imposed upon by these men, says the
prisoner, pointing to the guards.
. Imposed upon, have you said
Bradbury; "stripg him up again.
The deed is done. The already quiv-
sring flesh 10 made to quiver again,
and the teeth are gritted together
tighter and tighter, though the means
caused by the scorching rawhide can
not help coming. and the face pales to
1 deeper pallor, and the eyes -oh the
ook of despair aud anguiehed suffer
ng that looks up at the stone walls in
desolation
Other prisoners are whipped, but
time can not be spent on all. The
leader in the revolt dis
traces his humanity when it comes to
. little suffering: The brave. patient
follower faints before q cry of pain
shows how the blows have sunk into
his flesh and into the sensitive cover
pg OF his soul. Some come up, daunt.
ess, some with trembling; all depart
With look out of their eyes that be-
okens desire for eternal revenge.
Is there any excuse for a revolt?
Outside of dietary and other consider.