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While by the standards of 1834 Mother England was considered a model for progressive penal reform, the colony the women had been sent to was very out of sight and not so reform-minded. The governor and his wardens considered the female prisoners as their whores, the best kept for their use, the next tier used to reward the male prisoners for their forced labor. After all the ships that brought them here should not sail back empty!

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We stand in rags with iron shackles with chains between our ankles and more chains binding our ankles to the lasses that flank us. Guards… no… they are probably real criminals… work the line behind us binding our wrists behind our backs with coarse rope. We’ve been in a ship’s hold for however many days and they still manage to smell worse than us.

They get to the last chained woman they tie her hands behind her back but then take the shackles from her ankles. I couldn’t hear what they said to her but she shot a glance back at the line off us and shook her head…

“You’ve a choice, lass. You can die with these wenches or you can set an example on how they can live” the governor told her. “Make your choice now.”

“I’ve only been sentenced to a year here” she replied. “I don’t want to die with them!”

“Good choice, child” the governor replied. “Take her down to the pit.”

I watched them walk the lass down the hill…

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They blindfolded her and while they did they told her it was she couldn’t see what would happen to the women that had been on ship with her. She was urged to stand straight and she did.

What the hell are they doing to her I wondered until a few men in ragged, dirty uniforms lined up before the girl and raised their rifles. I screamed ‘You can’t do that to her!”
She called back “It’s OK, they promised I won’t die with you!”

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With a drop of a sword a volley of lead cut her down. The bastards didn’t lie; she wouldn’t die with us…

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At first the women who tried to run would be executed when they were caught but soon the governor’s wife made a suggestion that a prisoner would be selected at random to receive 10 lashes from her riding crop for each day the escapee was on the loose. By the fourth day the woman had escaped she prepared to deliver 40 lashes to the same woman that had 30 the day before and 20 before that.

The girl begged for her just to kill her… she would not be so lucky… The warden’s wife stripped off her white blouse, folded it neatly, and set it on a chair far from the whipping. There was no point in getting blood splattered on white cotton. She ran her black glove over the length of the crop and asked “Shall we begin?”

The girl whimpered “please don’t” but braced for the first blow…

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