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Woomera The Life and Experiences of an Ex-Convict in Port Macquarie

Such was the life in Old Port Macquarie. But what does it all matter now? Did any of the tyrants ever derive any benefit by hounding down and torturing their fellow men? Nay! most of those whose career I have followed did no good, while some died like dogs. They say that there is punishment for doers of harsh deeds this side of the grave, and if ever this fact were realised, it was by many of those heartless wretches who gloried in driving their subordinates to desperation day by day.
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Woomera The Life and Experiences of an Ex-Convict in Port Macquarie

The third day he went up to the overseer and said: "Do you expect me to work after the flogging I got yesterday?" The answer was a smack with a big stick. He was compelled to go to work with the other men, dragging hand-carts full of earth. There were three men to each cart, and a soldier always accompanied the men to keep them from running away or receiving tobacco, as if any of the weed were found on a man he would get "50." No spoons, knives, or forks were allowed men in the iron gang, for if they had them they would stab each other.
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Woomera The Life and Experiences of an Ex-Convict in Port Macquarie

This Jack was a well-educated man, and a frightful rogue into the bargain; for if he got a man drunk he would pick his pocket and then take him to the lock-up afterwards.
The chief constable said to him one day, "Jack, the men tell me that you rob them."
"Well, sir, I might as well have the money as them; for they only kill themselves with drink and put the Government to more expense."
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