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Updated: June 8, 2025
"Doctor's bin post-morticing the prisoner what was flogged this morning, sir," said Troke, "and we're cleanin' up." Meekin sickened, and walked on. He had heard that unhappy Kirkland possessed unknown disease of the heart, and had unhappily died before receiving his allotted punishment.
"You'd better tell me." No answer. "Troke, let us see if we can't find Mr. Dawes's tongue. Pull off your shirt, my man. I expect that's the way to your heart eh, boys?" At this elegant allusion to the lash, the gang laughed again, and looked at each other astonished. It seemed possible that the leader of the "Ring" was going to turn milksop.
She would herself visit the gaol and judge how far the rumours of her husband's cruelty were worthy of credit. One sultry afternoon, when the Commandant had gone on a visit of inspection, Troke, lounging at the door of the New Prison, beheld, with surprise, the figure of the Commandant's lady. "What is it, mam?" he asked, scarcely able to believe his eyes. "I want to see the prisoner Dawes."
The profligate son the likeness to the portrait the mystery of Dawes's life! These were the links of a galvanic chain. Warder Troke, coming up, put his hand on Rex's shoulder. "Dawes," he said, "you're wanted at the yard"; and then, seeing his mistake, added with a grin, "Curse you two; you're so much alike one can't tell t'other from which."
Please God, I will give them to her when we go back or send her to England if I can. She is a good-hearted girl, but she wants polishing sadly, I'm afraid." Just then someone came up the garden path and saluted. "What is it, Troke?" "Prisoner given himself up, sir." "Which of them?" "Gabbett. He came back to-night." "Alone?" "Yes, sir. The rest have died he says."
Seven years of "discipline" don't seem to have done him much good. His sentence is "life" a lifetime in this place! Troke says that he was the terror of Port Arthur, and that they sent him here when a "weeding" of the prisoners was made. He has been here four years. Poor wretch! May 24th. After prayers, I saw Dawes. He was confined in the Old Gaol, and seven others were in the cell with him.
In a stone-yard was a little group of persons Troke, Burgess, Macklewain, Kirkland, and Rufus Dawes. Three wooden staves, seven feet high, were fastened together in the form of a triangle. The structure looked not unlike that made by gypsies to boil their kettles. To this structure Kirkland was bound.
What's the matter now?" "Dawes, sir, 's been violent and assaulted Mr. Troke. Mr. Troke said you'd left orders to be told at onst of the insubordination of prisoners." "Quite right. Where is he?" "In the cells, I think, sir. They had a hard fight to get him there, I am told, your honour." "Had they? Give my compliments to Mr. Troke, and tell him that I shall have the pleasure of breaking Mr.
From convict mouths went out a respectful roar of amazement, and Mr. Troke's eyes snapped with pride of outraged janitorship. "You ungrateful dog!" he cried, raising his stick. Mr. North put up a hand. "That will do, Troke," he said; "I know your respect for the cloth. Move the men on again." "Get on!" said Troke, rumbling oaths beneath his breath, and Dawes felt his newly-riveted chain tug.
Troke says that the wretch who was foremost cried, "There's for you; and if your master don't take care, he'll get served the same one of these days!" The gang were employed at building a reef in the sea, and were working up to their armpits in water. Hankey fell into the surf, and never moved after the first blow. I saw the gang, and Dawes said
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