Curious cases of flagellation in France : considered from a legal, medical and historical standpoint with reference to analogous cases in England, Germany, Italy, America, Australia and the Soudan.

Date:
1901
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Credit: Curious cases of flagellation in France : considered from a legal, medical and historical standpoint with reference to analogous cases in England, Germany, Italy, America, Australia and the Soudan. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    with agony at each lash. His cries grew into words of horrible reviling and bitter cursing. They came at each lash with a wild shriek. They moaned out to a sigh that ended in another shriek, as a fresh cut was administered. Strong and determined as he was, Garnet was senseless before the fifty strokes had been completed. O’Dare’s time came close upon the completion of Garnet’s sentence. Breathing space was allowed the flagellator, who, however, was fully capable of delivering a second fifty with all the untiring energy of the first. The last ten or twelve strokes of O’Dare’s punishment were lost on the young fellow, save for their effect in still further lacerating the mangled flesh. He was senseless, and for fully an hour after they had cut him down, he remained so. At length, bleeding and helpless, the two unfortunates were placed once more in their sultry, comfortless cell. Some four or five days passed before their journey to Port Arthur was commenced. Meanwhile, Nolans remained uncaptured, although more than once he had given evidence of having joined the list of armed bushrangers, who infested the colony. It was not considered necessary, however, to wait for his recapture, and early one morning, Garnet and O’Dare were ordered to climb into a light spring cart for transportation to Port Arthur. Both prisoners, still stiff and sore from the flogging, were handcuffed and heavily ironed. On the seat of the cart sat the driver, a constable well-armed, whilst a mounted policeman rode close behind. Over beyond the ford across the Gordon River the road took a sharp turn and rose steeply. To the left, lay Mount Mercer, whilst to the right the scrub and undergrowth was particularly thick. It was a deceptive sort of place, for,