The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1875-02-05
PRISON DISCIPLINE.
Fiogging the Rebellious Convicts I'm the MIS-
souri, Penitentiary.

Fiosging the Rebellious Convicts In the Mis-
souri, Penitentiary.
jefferson City (Mo) Cor. st. Louis Repnbhean.I
At 7:30 o'clock Mr.. Bradbury came
in--the man who lays on the strap ana
rawhide, and who is more taciturn th'in
his fellow Officers. With the crowd Oh
guards we walked to the "old hall,
tilled with 1876 cells. Two posts near ny
stand out clearly in the light OF a neigh
boring lamp. At first Young negro
boy is brought up by the guard. As he
comes up with abashed countenance, he
t:embles like an aspen. lake OIL Jour
shirt =" A slow movement i'll that direc-
ton. Lie down and you can take IL
OFT quicker" When he has the SHIRT on
he comes up to the post, and, extending
both hands sees each firmly bound by
rope. The man then takes the rope,
which leaves about a ioots distance be-
tween the negro g hands, and twines 1t on
hook placed further up n r the the post post,
staid on tiptoe.
Mr. Bradbury here comes up. what
is your nance" Henry Schaeffer
"What have you been doing!" Speak
ing in the line, sir that is all. Don't
you know better than that! how long
have Won been herel" "Nine months.
Turning to your correspondent, MI.
Bradbury remarked We have begun
different discipline here.
Bradbury takes Il 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 oil the floor.
Further, it brings 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 fine-loolling young fellow of less
than 23-and takes his punishment with
bravely-suppressed means of anguish,
until eighteen blows are measured out.
1t is curious to mark the blows, how
Bradbury tries not to pillow up too much
space, but to pillow deep. The long red
lines deepen and darken, widen and
lengthen then become clotted to-mor-
row they will be blue. I" Eighteen
blows take him down, if he is ready"
"Oh, yes, sir, l am ready but l have
been imposed upon by these men," said
the prisoner, pointing to the guards.
" 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 a deeper pallor, and
the eyes-oh the look of despair and an
grlished 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
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,
" 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.
The 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 de-
part with look out of their eyes that be-
tokens desire for eternal revenge.