Springfield M1892 Krag
SPRINGFIELD M1892 KRAG (See also, RIFLES) The Springfield M1892 Krag is a repeating bolt-action rifle that is known for its smooth and easy-to-use bolt action, as well as for its magazine, which was considered both an advantage and a disadvantage. Although most other contemporary rifles featured a top-loading magazine that allowed for the use of stripper clips, the receiver positioned on the side of Springfield M1892 Krags required the cartridges to be loaded individually.
In 1892, the U.S. military held a competition to compare more than fifty renowned rifles used around the globe, after which they adopted the Springfield M1892 Krag. Despite its unconventional receiver, the flexibility it offered in terms of reloading made this a great service rifle for the army. The U.S. Military then modified the rifle and its components for .30-40 Krag cartridges, which were the first smokeless powder cartridges issued by the army to that date.
Reports on the Pelican Island Prison Incident
Content: Pages Recovered from Jack Marwick' s Journal
Handwritten, 4 x 6
Severely damaged, almost indecipherable
August 9,1894
We arrived at DeSalle last night, or in the morning, I can t remember, nor do I want to. We noticed armed men and women moving in mud carefully, looking for something or someone. I ordered Candice to be quiet, it was her first encounter with the outlaws of Louisiana. We didn't know what to expect, but I must admit, she s a natural. It felt as if I was the one following her lead. It wasn't long before the crackle of gunfire filled the night. One of them landing face down on a porch, others shooting at someone hiding behind an overthrown cart. Before they could even realize our presence, Candice fired, and another one hit the mud. I shot then too. It was quick, and as we approached the bodies of the outlaws, whoever was hiding behind the cart came out. A sheriff, name is Hardin, a tough feller, and smart smart enough to see through someone, and we hated each other at first sight. But now he owes us. I reckon he will be a very resourceful ally, if we play our cards right
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August 22,1894
The prisoners are eager to tear Jabez apart. That half-wit Curtis let that prisoner take his pistol, let him blow his brains out. Now prisoners think Curtis killed him. And that narcissistic pinhead is still in the basement, dumping corpses into the sewers as if nothing is going on. I told him if anyone came near the prison they'd notice the smell first, and soon Hardin and Candice would come knocking.
I will warn the guards about a potential riot; hopefully, I'm wrong for once in my life, and we don t have to dump even more bodies into the sewers.
August 23,1894
Those savages hung Curtis. They took him to the courtyard with a rope, tied it around his neck, and threw him over the railings. He didn't even fight back. Poor bastard must have thought he had deserved this. But no one deserves to be left hanging over a cursed prison courtyard.
This is not good. I managed to cover Jabez's filth till now; despite his arrogance, despite the letters from New York. But not even I can cover this up, it's done, and the bastard is gone. My fortune is lost before I earned it.
Damn this place and him, wherever in Hell he is hiding now. If anyone finds this journal, let everyone know that
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Records, Pelican Island Prison
Handwritten letter found abandoned outside the prison
Author: Handwriting match for Solomon Jabez
Date: August 23, 1894
To Dr. Philip Huff Jones,
I write this in haste in the early hours of the morning. Pelican Island has been compromised and lost to the inmates. These fools do not realize that they were the foundation of scientific breakthroughs that would revolutionize the world. Will some of them die in that pursuit? Will some of them experience pain and discomfort? Of course, but their contributions would have been essential to stop whatever is happening in Louisiana.
It seems that the death of No. 47 was a major factor in breaking the ego dissolution I had so carefully crafted at this site. It almost happened too quickly to comprehend; we were fetching another inmate for conditioning when he became irrational. They've somehow been plotting, and before any of my men could organize themselves the inmate meant for conditioning had beat Smith's face in with a Krag. It was chaos after that.
I am about to leave the prison, and if I have to go via the sewers and use every failed experiment as a steppingstone, so be it. The site is compromised, and I will not sacrifice my life for things who don't know their place. Let them rebel and "take" their freedom. What awaits them outside these walls is a hell we were trying to prepare them for. No matter, let them bleed out in the mud. We can always try again.
I will write again when I am back in a secure location, then we can further discuss next steps.
