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Unit 3
A Hanging
A HANGING
George
Orwell
1. It was in Burma,
a sodden morning of the rains. We were waiting
outside the
condemned cells, a row of
sheds
fronted with double bars, like
small animal cages.
Each
cell
measured
about
ten
feet
by
ten
and
was
quite
bare
within
except
for
a
plank
bed and a
pot for drinking water. In some of them brown
silent men were squatting
at the inner
bars, with
their blankets
draped round them. These were the condemned
men, due to be hanged within the next
week or two.
Detailed
Reading
2.
One
prisoner had been brought out of his cell. He was
a Hindu, a puny wisp of
a
man,
with
a
shaven
head
and
vague
liquid
eyes.
Six
tall
Indian
warders
were
guarding
him
and
getting
him
ready
for
the
gallows.
Two
of
them
stood
by
with
rifles
and
fixed
bayonets,
while
the
others
handcuffed
him,
passed
a
chain
through
his
handcuffs
and
fixed
it
to
their
belts,
and
lashed
his
arms
tightly
to
his
sides.
They
crowded
very
close about him, with their hands
always on him in a careful, caressing grip, as
though all the while feeling him to
make sure he was there. But he stood quite
unresisting,
yielding
his
arms
limply
to
the
ropes,
as
though
he
hardly
noticed
what
was
happening.
3.
Eight o'clock struck and a bugle call
floated from the distant barracks. The
superintendent of the jail, who was
standing apart from the rest of us, moodily
prodding the gravel with his stick,
raised his head at the sound.
hurry
up,
Francis,
he
said
irritably.
man
ought
to
have
been
dead
by
this
time.
Aren't you ready
yet
4.
Francis,
the head jailer, a fat Dravidian in a white drill
suit and gold
spectacles,
waved
his
black
hand.
sir,
yes
sir,
he
bubbled.
is
satisfactorily prepared. The hangman is
waiting. We shall proceed.
5.
quick
march,
then.
The
prisoners
can't
get
their
breakfast
till
this
job's
over.
6.
We
set
out
for
the
gallows.
Two
warders
marched
on
either
side
of
the
prisoner,
with their rifles
at the slope;
two others marched close
against
him,
gripping
him
by arm and shoulder, as
though at once pushing and supporting him. The
rest of us,
magistrates and the like,
followed behind.
7.
It was about forty yards to the
gallows. I watched the bare brown back of the
prisoner
marching
in
front
of
me.
He
walked
clumsily
with
his
bound
arms,
but
quite
steadily. At each step
his muscles slid neatly into place, the lock of
hair on his
scalp danced up and down,
his feet printed themselves on the wet gravel. And
once,
in spite of the men who gripped
him by each shoulder, he stepped slightly aside to
avoid a puddle on the path.
8.
It
is
curious,
but
till
that
moment
I
had
never
realized
what
it
means
to
destroy
a healthy, conscious man. When I saw
the prisoner step aside to avoid the puddle
I saw the mystery, the unspeakable
wrongness, of cutting a life short when it is
in full tide. This man was not dying,
he was alive just as we are alive. All the
organs
of
his
body
were
working
--
bowels
digesting
food,
skin
renewing
itself,
nails
growing,
tissues
forming
--
all
toiling
away
in
solemn
foolery.
His
nails
would
still
be growing when he
stood on the drop, when he was falling through the
air with a
tenth of a second to live.
His eyes saw the yellow gravel and the gray walls,
and
his brain still remembered,
foresaw, reasoned -- reasoned even about puddles.
He
and
we
were
a
party
of
men
walking
together,
seeing,
hearing,
feeling,
understanding
the same
world; and in two minutes, with a sudden snap, one
of us would be gone --
one mind less,
one world less.
9.
The gallows stood in a small yard. The
hangman, a gray-haired convict in the
white uniform of the prison, was
waiting beside his machine. He greeted us with a
servile crouch as we entered. At a word
from Francis the two warders, gripping the
prisoner
more
closely
than
ever,
half
led
half
pushed
him
to
the
gallows
and
helped
him
clumsily up the ladder. Then the hangman climbed
up and fixed the rope around
the
prisoner's neck.
10. We
stood waiting, five yards away. The warders had
formed a rough
circle round
the gallows. And then, when the noose
was fixed, the prisoner began crying out to
his
god.
It
was
a
high,
reiterated
cry
of
Ram!
Ram!
Ram!
not
urgent
and
fearful
like
a prayer or a cry for help, but steady,
rhythmical, almost like the tolling
of
a bell.
11. The
hangman
climbed
down
and
stood
ready,
holding
the
lever.
Minutes
seemed
to
pass. The steady crying from the
prisoner went on and on,
faltering for
an instant. The superintendent, his head on his
chest, was slowly
poking the ground
with his stick; perhaps he was counting the cries,
allowing the
prisoner
a
fixed
number
--
fifty,
perhaps,
or
a
hundred.
Everyone
had
changed
color.
The Indians had gone gray like bad
coffee, and one or two of the bayonets were
wavering.
12.
Suddenly the superintendent made up his mind.
Throwing up his head he made a
swift
motion with his stick.
13.
There was a clanking noise, and then dead silence.
The prisoner had vanished,
and the rope
was twisting on itself. We went round the gallows
to inspect the
prisoner's body. He was
dangling with his toes pointing straight downward.
Very
slowly revolving, as dead as a
stone.
14. The
superintendent reached out with his stick and
poked the bare brown body;
it
oscillated slightly.
from under the
gallows, and blew out a deep breath. The moody
look had gone out of
his face quite
suddenly. He glanced at his
wrist
watch.
Well, that's all for
this morning, thank God.
15.
The warders unfixed bayonets and marched away. We
walked out of the gallows
yard, past
the condemned cells with their waiting prisoners,
into the big central
yard of the
prison. The convicts were already receiving their
breakfast. They
squatted
in
long
rows,
each
man
holding
a
tin
pannikin,
while
two
warders
with
buckets
march
round
ladling
out
rice;
it
seemed
quite
a
homely,
jolly
scene,
after
the
hanging.
An enormous relief
had come upon us now that the job was done. One
felt an impulse
to
sing,
to
break
into
a
run,
to
snigger.
All
at
once
everyone
began
chattering
gaily.
16. The
Eurasian boy walking beside me nodded toward the
way we had come, with a
knowing smile,
his
appeal
had
been
dismissed,
he
pissed
on
the
floor
of
his
cell.
From
fright.
Kindly
take one of my cigarettes, sir. Do you
not admire my new silver case, sir Classy
European style.
17. Several people laughed -- at what,
nobody seemed certain.
18.
Francis
was
walking
by
the
superintendent,
talking
garrulously,
sir,
all
has
passed
off
with
the
utmost
satisfactoriness.
It
was
all
finished
--
flick!
Like
that.
It
is
not
always
so
--
oah
no!
I
have
known
cases
where
the
doctor
was
obliged
to go
beneath the gallows and pull the prisoner's legs
to ensure decease. Most
disagreeable.
19.
20.
to
the
bars
of
his
cage
when
we
went
to
take
him
out.
You
will
scarcely
credit,
sir,
that
it took six warders to dislodge him, three pulling
at each leg.
21. I found
that I was laughing quite loudly. Everyone was
laughing. Even the
superintendent
grinned
in
a
tolerant
way.
better
all
come
and
have
a
drink,
he said
quite genially.
it.
22. We went through the big double
gates of the prison into the road.
his
legs!
exclaimed
a
Burmese
magistrate
suddenly,
and
burst
into
a
loud
chuckling.
We
all
began
laughing
again.
At
that
moment
Francis'
anecdote
seemed
extraordinarily
funny.
We all had
a drink together,
native and
European alike, quite
amicably.
The
dead man was a hundred
yards away.
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