Bottomless pits. There's one in Castleton,
and stout upholders of our law and order
one day thought its depth worth wagering on
and borrowed a convict hush-hush from his warder
and winched him down; and back, flayed, grey, mad, dumb.
Not even a good flogging made him holler!
O gentlemen, a better way to plumb
the depths of Britain's dangling a scholar,
say, here at the booming shaft at Towanroath,
Harrison compounds the horror with this flippant line about the attempt to revive him by flogging. This is the attitude of the ‘stout upholders of the law’. It implies that the ordeal killed him.
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