St. Tammany farmer., 1905-09-02

seemed 70 him child . play Z:
..TaIk about the punishments q to-
uay, !, complained the inspector. hey
were different IN my days. Formerly
the punished convict had to thank tnaH
inspector for the knout
But why ?'' r.
.sFor2 the instruction. Il was the
custom formerly He had to get up
bow down to the ground, and say:
Thanks, your honoB for teaching me-
4 knaye and q fool.
.sNow things are different. There's.
no system. It's the fault Of the hu-
manitarians. Z ,aSSs
There are many inspectors who can
not imagine an unwhipped convict q
scc.vict who has never been whipped
is in their eyes no convict: &
e One Of these inspectors, called tbs
Iron Nose, left q memorable reputar
ton.
In the morning at roll call he used
to muster the conyicts to see who had
escaped the knout longer than It was
healthy for him. 7.
well, sonny. why are you standing
so disrespectfully? You have one foot.
an inch ahead OF the other. Come.
now, my son, lie down"
When the convict behaved himself
welEthat is, stood without seeming to
breathe, and perfectly motionless, SO
that the Iron Nose could find no fault
with him, he used to say
Here, you Sunday school boy, come
here. Lie down, my dear, Execution
Ter, give him a few, but real hot ones!"
But why, your honor?
'sYou dare to speak? Lie down.
The only unwhipped convict in the
place was his cook, who really under
stood cooking to perfection. For this
reason he was under the particular pro-
lection OF the inspectors wife.
Don't you dare to touch. Gregor.'' \
she warned her husband. One day she
went on a prolonged visit, and when
she returned her husband looked at
her sheepishly. You had Gregor
knouted?" exclaimed the wife, in
horror.
''Yes. my angel, had to have him
lashed; don't be angry, my darling!'
T.. was considered one Of the most
heartless inspectors in the service.
When he was sober there was no soft
eT spoken man on the island. He was
in the habit of addressing the convicts
as dear boy slittle brother, z angel, :"
and hardly said any thing without add
ing: "The Lord be with you. {.
He used to beckon convict with
his little finger: Come here. my deaf
fellow, lie down: we shall sprinkle
you some. g
The convict fell at his feet. Why,
your honor? Pardon me.
Tut, tut, my beloved; what are you
saying Am angry with you? !
have nothing against you. Lie down.
my good boy. And because you spoke
we will add five more" Mercy, your
Honor. I. Well now, my dear boy
This is not at all nice. Your master
says: Lie down, and you do not rusE
to obey. Five more. Lilo down.
brother.
Now, that's better, my deal. The
Lord be with you. Sprinkle him, Ivan.
Slower, harder Don't hurry Take
your time. ~ And when the convict
howled with pain he would add Never
mind, never mind. hold out. The Lord
suffered, too, and we must follow
Him. q s
Former Methods.
4eWhen I used to come to roll call
boasted K, 4 was in the habit of say
ing: Good morning, dogs. Good morn
ing, jailbirds. And they always re-
piled, joyfully: Good morning, your
honor. For they knew that + was IN
good humor If came and did not
call them dogs they knew that some
thing was brewing When i ordered
knolting they tainted with fear. fused 70
say: tKnouts and spades to dig grave.
wanted to make them believe that
some one would be kno,Ited to death
NY assistants pretended that they were
calming me. The conYicts were Wal-
lowing in the dust before me, and
wept for mercy. But corporal pun
ishment Is no good. IN my opinion
nothing beats solitary confinement
Worse than knouting. Two weeks Of
solitary brings them all to their
senses Come, and I will show you. 8
We entered a gangWay which was
narrow and dark On both sides were
narrow cages, with tiny windows II
each door. The air ii the gangWaJ
made breathing impossible. It smelled
like ii dog kennel. The moment W.
entered the gangway blood d-curdl ding
oaths and cries we're heard on all
sides. The conyicts howled In frenzy
and attempted to burst their doors. I
was reminded Of madhouse and Of
Dante,s Inferno.
Let Gusson out. commanded the
Inspector.
The guard approached his cage.
From the cell arose 3 maddened roar:
Don't come, near, don't come near;
I will murder you!
well, perhaps you'd better leave
him. calmly remarked X
Don't you see now that this Is more
effective than knouting? Knouting ID.
nothing,
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sense1ess Display. 9
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laugh when they read that king Ed
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world of extreme fashion hose who
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