The gallow ghosts walk their death routes – cell to dule tree, cell to gibbet. There is no straying from their path, no escape from the rope. An eternal certainty of destination. If this does not pull pity from us, we are poor specimens indeed. – C. Josiffe, 1934
The gallow ghosts walk their death routes – cell to dule tree, cell to gibbet. There is no straying from their path, no escape from the rope. An eternal certainty of destination. If this does not pull pity from us, we are poor specimens indeed. – C. Josiffe, 1934
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) August 1, 2020