Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1895-10-30

in and marched about by my old friend
"Nosy" to the shops and stores for
clothing, boots, etc. But the weary, al
most ghastly specter march 1 had wit
messed constantly haunted Inc, and l
said, will ever resemble them?" And
youthful spirit and pride rushed to the
front and cried, Never" !"
Night and supper-eight ounces OF
brown bread-came at length, and Irosa
up from my meal cheerful and resolute
to meet the worst, be it what it might
short Of deliberate persecution, with q
stout heart and faith that at last all
would be we'll.
In the morning I arose, had my
breakfast-nine ounces of brown bread
and pint of grueI-and was eager to
learn what this Labor" meant. was
prepared for much, but not for the grim
reality. had been ordered to join par
ty s2-a brickmaking party, but work
ing in the mud districts" " So We,
along with 1900 others, marched out to
our work, and as soon as we were out
side of the prison grounds I saw a sight
that, while it explained the mud splash
ed appearance Of my spectral array, was
enough to daunt any man doomed to
join in the game. Mud, mud every
where, with groups Of weary men with
shovel, or shovel and barrow, working
in it. A sort Of road had been made over
the mud with ashes and cinders, and
our party Of 90 men, with five other
parties, moved steadily on for about a
mile until we came to tho clay banks or
pits. Fortunately we had very good
officer of the name of james. He want
ed the work done, and used his tongue
pretty freely. Still he was a man who
would speak the truth and treated his
men as we'll as he dared to do under the
brutal regime ruling in Chatham. He
speedily told me off to barrow and
spade, and I was fully enlisted as bar
row aud spade man to her majesty.
A steam mill Or "pug" like monster
coffee mill was used for mixing the clay
and sand and delivering it in form of
bricks below, where another party re-
ceived them and laid them out to dry
preparatory to burning. Our duty was
"to keep the pug going''-keep it full
of clay to the top. Tho clay was in
high bank. We dug into it from the
bottom with our spades and filled it as
fast as possible into our barrows. In
front Of each man was "run' formed
by line of planks only eight inches in
width and all converging toward and
meeting near the "pug." The distance
we were wheeling was from 50 to 40
yards, and the incline was really very
steep, but that in itself would not have
been so bad, but the labor of digging
out the clay was very severe, and that
everlasting pug" was as hungry as if
it were III the habit of taking bitters to
give it all appetite.
Ono had 10 period of rest between the
filling Of ones barrow and the start up
the run. In an hours time my poor
hands were covered with blood blisters,
and my left knee was lame duck in
deed, made so by the slight wrench CIV
ell it each time I struck in my spade
with my left foot, but made no COM
plaint. Abont 10 o'clock the man next
me, with all oath, threw down his spade
and vowed lie would do no more work.
Putting OH his vest and jacket, he walk
ed up to the warder and quite as mat
ter of course turned his back to him and
put both hands behind him. The warder
produced o pair of handouts and with
out any comment whatever handcuffed
his hands in that position and then told
him to stand with his back to the work.
No one took the slightest notice, and the
toll did not slacken for all instant, but
one man was out of the game, and we
had to make his side good.
Noon came at last. We dropped our
spades, hastily slipped on our jackets
and at once set off at quick march for
the prison. I naturally looked at tie
various gangs plotting their way through
the mud and all steering in q straight
line for the Appian way, whereon we
were, for, as all roads lead to Rome, so
all the sticky ways ION the work." led
to the prison. Our laconic friend was
trudging on behind the party, and to
my surprise I noticed that several of the
other parties had un enfant perdu hands
behind his back, marching in the rear,
and as soon as we reached the prison
each poor sheepi in the rear fell out quite
as matter of course.
When all the men were in, warder
came up and gave the order: Fright
turn Forward" and off the poor fel-
lows marched to the punishment cells
for three days bread and water each
and no bed, unless one designates an
oak plank as such. 1t was all very sad.
Twas pitiable to see the matter of fact
way in which every one concerned took
it all
So my first day in the mud and clay
came to an end, and found myself once
more in my little box, with night be-
fore Inc for rest and thought. Although
had suffered, yet there were grounds
for gratitude and hope, and felt that l
might regard the future steadily and
without despair.
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