LEARNS IN PEN WHAT LAND IS REALLY WORTH
C. D. Hillman and sketch, showing how he is learning the real value
Seattle, Wash., July 8. At the
south end of McNeils island, the
federal penitentiary, -a dozen men
are working in a field of hay. All
with one exception, wear striped
trousers, denim shirts and heavy
brogans. The exception wears a
blue uniform and carries a rifle.
He the guard watches the toil
ers. They -are turning hay.
The convicts work sluggishly,
methodically, without enthus
iasm, like automatons. They
work because they must, and be
cause the time drags 'a little less
slowly when they work.
One alone seems to find pleas
ure in the task. No. 2163 is a
man of medium height, but
strongly made, and he has been
Uncle Sam's prisoner but a short
time. He whistles softly as he
turns the hay.
One can only guess at the
workings of the mind of No. 2163.
Today he turns the hay. To
morrowhe will hoe long rows of
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