The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1875-03-05
PRISON DISCIPLINE.
ElOgEinS the FebeIlious Convicts In the Mis- /
souri, Penitentiary.

ElOgGinx the Febeilious COnvicts In the Mis-
souri, Penitentiary.
Jefferson City CAo) Cor. St Louis Republican,
At 7:3O O'Clock Mr.. Bradbury came
in-the man who lays on the strap and
rawhide, and who is more tacitrrn than
guards we walked to the ''old hall,
filed with 326 cells. Two posts near by
stand out clearly in the light of n neigh
boring lamp. At first young negro
boy is brought up by the guard. AS he
comes up with abashed countenance, he
Gembles like an aspen. Take off your
shirt - A slow movement in that direc-
ton. 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. The man then takes the rope,
which leaves about a foot's distance be-
tween the negro's 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 name2'' ''Henry Schaeffer."
'sWhat have You been doing2" "Speak-
ing in the line, sir that is all" tDon't
you know better than that how long
have you been here2'' "Nine months"
Turning to your correspondent, Mr..
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 off the floor.
Further, it brings a yell of pain, and an
abiect cry of s' Mr.. Bradbury, please, Mr..
Bradbury, sir" But Bradbury lays on
four or five more lashes without finch
ing. The punishment Is done, and the
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goes back to his cell.
James Shea comes up-an Intelligent
and fne-loolzing young fellow of less
than 233-and takes his punishment with
bravely-suppressed moans of anguish,
until eighteen blows are measured out.
It Is curious to mark the blows, how
Bradbury tries not to plow up too much
space, but to plow deep. The long red
lines deepen and darken, widen and
lengthen then become clotted !; to-mor-
row they will be blue. " Eighteen
blows take him down, if he is ready"
"Oh, yes, sir, I am ready but I have
the prisoner, pointing to the guards.
sc Imposed upon, have you?" says Brad
bury "string him up again. The
deed is done. The already quivering
flesh is made to quiver again, and the
teeth are gritted together tighter and
tighter, though the moans caused by the
scorehing rawhide cannot help coming,
and the face pales to a deeper pallor, and
the eyes-oh the look of despair and an
guished 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 howl-the cry of wild
beast, a cry of agony, unrestrained by
the feelings of pride that agitate most men
and most convicts. Sc I would rather be
with my mother" ;" he piteously whines be-
tween the blows. Bradbury coolly says,
&C suppose you would. y
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
a cry of pain shows how the blows have
sunk into his flesh and into the sensitive
covering of his soul. Some come up
dauntlese, some with trembling-an de-
part with O look out of their eyes that be-
| tokens a desire for eternal revenge.