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rm what he calls the 〃Ring〃； and that the members of this 〃Ring〃 are bound by oath to support each other； and to avenge the punishment of any of their number。 In proof of his assertions he instanced two cases of English prisoners who had refused to join in some crime； and had informed the Commandant of the proceedings of the Ring。 They were found in the morning strangled in their hammocks。 An inquiry was held； but not a man out of the ninety in the ward would speak a word。 I dread the task that is before me。 How can I attempt to preach piety and morality to these men？ How can I attempt even to save the less villainous？
May 17th。Visited the wards to…day； and returned in despair。 The condition of things is worse than I expected。 It is not to be written。 The newly…arrived English prisonersand some of their histories are most touchingare insulted by the language and demeanour of the hardened miscreants who are the refuse of Port Arthur and Cockatoo Island。 The vilest crimes are perpetrated as jests。 These are creatures who openly defy authority； whose language and conduct is such as was never before seen or heard out of Bedlam。 There are men who are known to have murdered their companions； and who boast of it。 With these the English farm labourer； the riotous and ignorant mechanic； the victim of perjury or mistake； are indiscriminately herded。 With them are mixed Chinamen from Hong Kong； the Aborigines of New Holland； West Indian blacks； Greeks； Caffres； and Malays； soldiers for desertion； idiots； madmen； pig…stealers； and pick…pockets。 The dreadful place seems set apart for all that is hideous and vile in our common nature。 In its recklessness； its insubordination； its filth； and its despair； it realizes to my mind the popular notion of Hell。
May 21st。Entered to…day officially upon my duties as Religious Instructor at the Settlement。
An occurrence took place this morning which shows the dangerous condition of the Ring。 I accompanied Mr。 Pounce to the Lumber Yard； and； on our entry； we observed a man in the crowd round the cook…house deliberately smoking。 The Chief Constable of the Islandmy old friend Troke； of Port Arthur seeing that this exhibition attracted Pounce's notice； pointed out the man to an assistant。 The assistant； Jacob Gimblett； advanced and desired the prisoner to surrender the pipe。 The man plunged his hands into his pockets； and； with a gesture of the most profound contempt； walked away to that part of the mess…shed where the 〃Ring〃 congregate。
〃Take the scoundrel to gaol！〃 cried Troke。
No one moved； but the man at the gate that leads through the carpenter's shop into the barracks； called to us to come out； saying that the prisoners would never suffer the man to be taken。 Pounce； however； with more determination than I gave him credit for； kept his ground； and insisted that so flagrant a breach of discipline should not be suffered to pass unnoticed。 Thus urged； Mr。 Troke pushed through the crowd； and made for the spot whither the man had withdrawn himself。
The yard was buzzing like a disturbed hive； and I momentarily expected that a rush would be made upon us。 In a few moments the prisoner appeared； attended by； rather than in the custody of； the Chief Constable of the island。 He advanced to the unlucky assistant constable； who was standing close to me； and asked； 〃What have you ordered me to gaol for？〃 The man made some reply； advising him to go quietly； when the convict raised his fist and deliberately felled the man to the ground。 〃You had better retire； gentlemen；〃 said Troke。 〃I see them getting out their knives。〃
We made for the gate； and the crowd closed in like a sea upon the two constables。 I fully expected murder； but in a few moments Troke and Gimblett appeared； borne along by a mass of men； dusty； but unharmed； and having the convict between them。 He sulkily raised a hand as he passed me； either to rectify the position of his straw hat； or to offer a tardy apology。 A more wanton； unprovoked； and flagrant outrage than that of which this man was guilty I never witnessed。 It is customary for 〃the old dogs〃； as the experienced convicts are called； to use the most opprobrious language to their officers； and to this a deaf ear is usually turned； but I never before saw a man wantonly strike a constable。 I fancy that the act was done out of bravado。 Troke informed me that the man's name is Rufus Dawes； and that he is the leader of the Ring； and considered the worst man on the island； that to secure him he （Troke） was obliged to use the language of expostulation； and that； but for the presenceof an officer accredited by his Excellency； he dared not have acted as he had done。
This is the same man； then； whom I injured at Port Arthur。 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。 He came out at my request； and stood leaning against the door…post。 He was much changed from the man I remember。 Seven years ago he was a stalwart； upright； handsome man。 He has become a beetle…browed； sullen； slouching ruffian。 His hair is grey； though he cannot be more than forty years of age； and his frame has lost that just proportion of parts which once made him almost graceful。 His face has also grown like other convict faceshow hideously alike they all are！and； save for his black eyes and a peculiar trick he had of compressing his lips； I should not have recognized him。 How habitual sin and misery suffice to brutalize 〃the human face divine〃！ I said but little； for the other prisoners were listening； eager； as it appeared to me； to witness my discomfiture。 It is evident that Rufus Dawes had been accustomed to meet the ministrations of my predecessors with insolence。 I spoke to him for a few minutes； only saying how foolish it was to rebel against an authority superior in strength to himself。 He did not answer； and the only emotion he evinced during the interview was when I reminded him that we had met before。 He shrugged one shoulder； as if in pain or anger； and seemed about to speak； but； casting his eyes upon the group in the cell； relapsed into silence again。 I must get speech with him alone。 One can do nothing with a man if seven other devils worse than himself are locked up with him。
I sent for Hankey； and asked him about cells。 He says that the gaol is crowded to suffocation。 〃Solitary confinement〃 is a mere name。 There are six men； each sentenced to solitary confinement； in a cell together。 The cell is called the 〃nunnery〃。 It is small； and the six men were naked to the waist when I entered； the perspiration pouring in streams off their naked bodies！ It is disgusting to write of such things。
June 26th。Pounce has departed in the Lady Franklin for Hobart Town； and it is rumoured that we are to have a new Commandant。 The Lady Franklin is commanded by an old man named Blunt； a proteg？of Frere's； and a fellow to whom I have taken one of my inexplicable and unreasoning dislikes。
Saw Rufus Dawes this morning。 He continues sullen and morose。 His papers are very bad。 He is perpetually up for punishment。 I am informed that he and a man named Eastwood； nicknamed 〃Jacky Jacky〃； glory in being the leaders of the Ring； and that they openly avow themselves weary of life。 Can it be that the unmerited flogging which the poor creature got at Port Arthur has aided； with other sufferings； to bring him to this horrible state of mind？ It is quite possible。 Oh； James North； remember your own crime； and pray Heaven to let you redeem one soul at least； to plead for your own at the Judgment Seat。
June 30th。I took a holiday this afternoon； and walked in the direction of Mount Pitt。 The island lay at my feet likeas sings Mrs。 Frere's favourite poet〃a summer isle of Eden lying in dark purple sphere of sea〃。 Sophocles has the same idea in the Philoctetes； but I can't quote it。 Note： I measured a pine twenty…three feet in circumference。 I followed a little brook that runs from the hills； and winds through thick undergrowths of creeper and blossom； until it reaches a lovely valley surrounded by lofty trees； whose branches； linked together by the luxurious grape…vine； form an arching bower of verdure。 Here stands the ruin of an old hut； formerly inhabited by the early settlers； lemons； figs； and guavas are thick； while amid the shrub and cane a large convolvulus is entwined； and stars the green with its purple and crimson flowers。 I sat down here； and had a smoke。 It seems that the former occupant of my rooms at the settlement read French； for in searching for a book to bring with me I never walk without a bookI found and pocketed a volume of Balzac。 It proved to be a portion of the Vie Prive？series； and I stumbled upon a story called La Fausse Maitresse。 With calm belief in the Paris of his imaginationwhere Marcas was a politician； Nucingen a banker； Gobseck a money…lender； and Vautrin a candidate for some such
