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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 310 pages of information about The Jacket (Star-Rover).

Oh, dear, cotton-wool citizen, please believe me when I tell you that men are killed in prisons to-day as they have always been killed since the first prisons were built by men.

I well knew the terror, the agony, and the danger of the jacket.  Oh, the men spirit-broken by the jacket!  I have seen them.  And I have seen men crippled for life by the jacket.  I have seen men, strong men, men so strong that their physical stamina resisted all attacks of prison tuberculosis, after a prolonged bout with the jacket, their resistance broken down, fade away, and die of tuberculosis within six months.  There was Slant-Eyed Wilson, with an unguessed weak heart of fear, who died in the jacket within the first hour while the unconvinced inefficient of a prison doctor looked on and smiled.  And I have seen a man confess, after half an hour in the jacket, truths and fictions that cost him years of credits.

I had had my own experiences.  At the present moment half a thousand scars mark my body.  They go to the scaffold with me.  Did I live a hundred years to come those same scars in the end would go to the grave with me.

Perhaps, dear citizen who permits and pays his hang-dogs to lace the jacket for you—­perhaps you are unacquainted with the jacket.  Let me describe, it, so that you will understand the method by which I achieved death in life, became a temporary master of time and space, and vaulted the prison walls to rove among the stars.

Have you ever seen canvas tarpaulins or rubber blankets with brass eyelets set in along the edges?  Then imagine a piece of stout canvas, some four and one-half feet in length, with large and heavy brass eyelets running down both edges.  The width of this canvas is never the full girth of the human body it is to surround.  The width is also irregular—­broadest at the shoulders, next broadest at the hips, and narrowest at the waist.

The jacket is spread on the floor.  The man who is to be punished, or who is to be tortured for confession, is told to lie face-downward on the flat canvas.  If he refuses, he is man-handled.  After that he lays himself down with a will, which is the will of the hang-dogs, which is your will, dear citizen, who feeds and fees the hang-dogs for doing this thing for you.

The man lies face-downward.  The edges of the jacket are brought as nearly together as possible along the centre of the man’s back.  Then a rope, on the principle of a shoe-lace, is run through the eyelets, and on the principle of a shoe-lacing the man is laced in the canvas.  Only he is laced more severely than any person ever laces his shoe.  They call it “cinching” in prison lingo.  On occasion, when the guards are cruel and vindictive, or when the command has come down from above, in order to insure the severity of the lacing the guards press with their feet into the man’s back as they draw the lacing tight.

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