The daily morning journal and courier., 1898-08-10
 RAW RECRUITS WHO KICK.
They Soon Learn That Bucking Doesn't Pay-Men Who Tried in Every Con-
 ceivable Way and Failed Every Time


 Pay-Men Who Tried in Every Con-
 ceivable Way and Failed Every Time
 Sensible Ones Learn to Submit
 Others in Serious Trouble.
 That recent incident down in the Tempa camp in which young private of the district guard ordered, along with one of his companions, to do a bit of log carrying for misconduct, de- clined the issue and resorted to buck ing"--a foolish recourse for any man wearing a uniform--and thereby plung- ed himself into a court-martial mess, ought to possess instructive features for new men in both of the services on land and sea. The young man who couldn't see into the log packing bus iness,and chucked it to the ground with the declaration that he hadn't taken on for that sort of thing, will learn. The soldier or sailor who doesn't apprehend the entire meaning of the word obed- fence, when he first jumps into his uniform is by no means hopeless right-minded after he has done trick or two in guard house or brig.
 There are ways in both the army and navy to bring buckers to their senses, and the majority of buckers eventually achieve sense enough to appreciate what hard proposition they are up against in endeavoring to bring the framers' regulations to an understand ing in their incapacity, and they sub side into good soldiers. A few buckers,. however, stick 1t out to the end There was such a bucFer soldering with an artillery battery stationed at Alcatraz Island, Cal, a few years ago. This man, however, differed from the ordi- nary run of buckers, who buck, not on principle, but because they were born that way. He was accused of neglect of duty on post, and the general court martial sentenced him to three months in the Alcatraz guard house. Guard house prisoners are turned out at fa- tigue call every morning to work around the post, This prisoner was turned out on the morning following the receipt of his sentence, along with half dozen other minor prisoners. When he was counted off to walk in the van of a sentry. he turned to the provost sergeant, and said he:
 q don't work"
 "Hey?'' inquired the provost ser geant,
 T don't work" repeated the prisoner.
 "Oh, I guess yes" said the provost sergeant. Sentry, take this man out behind the officers line to dump the swill cans"
 The prisoner gently slipped down and stretched himself at full length on the pebbly walk in front of the guard house.
 Not this morning." said he. Nor any other morning. Nor any other evening. No work. This mans army is just about entering upon a huge and determined effort to get along without my prisoners fatigue service. I hope it'll succeed. But-4no work You hear that don't you? hope make it clear. No work for me, now or hereafter, for the pushing along of this post, or of the United States army
 Then the prisoner yawned, placed his arms under his head and took it easy.
 The provost sergeant looked at the man with his eyes sticking out
 Look adhere, my man." said he to the prisoner who was chewing grass that he had idly pinched from the lawn alongside the walk; that's heavy talk. Don't expect to make it stick, do you?"
 Watch me-" said the bucker com plaisantly.
 The officer of the day was called.
 Get up out fthat," said the officer of the day to the non- working prisoner
 I'm tired,' said the bucker, and that provost man wants me to work Not much! No york;
 Alcatraz was not Fort Sheridan, and so the bucker was not prodded with bayonets or dragged to the commanding officers office by rope, but he was put in the dungeon. The Aleatraz dun geon is below the level of the sea, and the restless and often stormy waters may beh card from within the dungeon beating against it's outer walls. The Alcatraz dungeon is infested with rats of quite remarkable ferocity. For rest ing the place the occupant of the Alca- traz dungeon has six-foot plank and for ration bread and water. This buck CT was gipen three days of it. Then he was brought out at fatigue call on the fourth morning. He was bit pale and he didn't look the 180 pounds that he weighed before he went into the dun geon.
 Ready to work now, eh?" said the provost sergeant to the prisoner.
 The bucker plucked wisp of grass from the sward.
 Nope" said the prisoner, and nev- CT will be ready. You can put that down. Dungeon or no dungeon, don't work out that sentence, not day of it, nor minute of it. You hear me, don't you?"
 The officer of the day got the same reply. Three more days of the dun geon was dished out to the bucker by