The star. (Cincinnati [Ohio]) 1874-1875, 1875-03-03

That stay IN winter weather.
! So hop alongthe window-sill,.
There's food enough for twcntys
Come every day and cat your fill,
You'll always find a-plenty."
And after that, cone frost or snow,
BE sure the birds knew where to go!
DRIVEN AWAY.
Some men can always make plenty o
| friends without taking any trouble, ant
some can make plenty of enemies il
the same way; and that last seems tt
have been my luck through life. l sup
pose as an ordinary mechanic Pm moi
such very bad sort, and Ill tell yor
why after about dozen years of mar
ried life, there's always a pleasant
smile to welcome me home-a sweet lool
that | always answer with a grin whicl
spreads all over my rough, dirty face
till it getsIost on each side in my whisk
ers, and up atop in my hair. Then, too
tor all Pm big, grim-looking fellow, as
my mates call Sour Sam, the little ones
never seem a bit frightened of me; hui
one comes and gets hold of my cap, and
another my coat, and one comes and
pulls before, and another comes and
pushes behind, till they get me in my
chair beside the table; and know times
and times haven't had half meal fol
the young rebels climbing on me; for,
somehow or another, if there is any time
in the day that goes fast, it's dinner hour
You get sat down, and toss this little
one, and play with that, and eat two OF
three muuthiuls, and then it's time to 20
back to The shop, CRIME yourself up again
with steel filings and oil.
was such grim, gruff fellow, that
my shopmates took precious little notice
of me; ana one day, after 1t had been
brewing lor some time, they all turned
out-hundred and forty of 'em.
NOW, / was SO took aback, and it came
upon me so unexpectedly, that put on
my coat and came out with the rest, and
stood outside the gates; but as soon as l
was outside, felt mad at having done
SO, and would have gone back, only it
was too late, and what my ~shOpmates
had settled it seemed that l must abide
by. So. thinking of how it would end I,
| walked home, though two or three
called me a sneak tor not joining their
meeting at a public-house hard by; and
after sitting by the fire for an hour, l
made up my mind what should do, and
that was to 90 back to. work. For l
didn't want to strike. So back l went
without a word, and as l got near the
gates there were three or four of our
chaps hanging about.
"Where going, Samr' says one.
"Works," l says grutt1y.
"What forw he says.
And Just then the others came up, and
then from here and there more and more,
till fifty or sixty stood round.
"I'm going into the works." l said,
roughly, and trying to shove my way on.
"Weil, but what for?' he says with a
sort of half-laugh. "We haven't heard
that they've given the rise; but, being a.
favorite, you got the news first. Why
didn't you tell us, mater"
OF course I didn't like this bantering
way. nor | didn't like the half laugh
which followed; but l said nothing, only
tried to push through the crowd, when
being brought up short l swallowed
down a sort of feeling of rage that SEEM
ed to come up to my throat, and facing
round, said, boldly: ,.
"Harry Perkins, you're on strike, as
yer call it; well, Pm not. You don't
mean to work-I do; and Pm of into the
shop" ,....
moment, but the next minute half doz-
ell fellows had hold of me, and was
dragged back right in to the middle Of
the crowd, and the voices l heard naming
some rather rough usage; but the En-
glish obstinancy in me began to kick
against this treatment, and shouting out
loudly, on the chance Of there being
some present OF my way Of thinking, l
says:
81 mean work, mates, and down with
the strikers. Who's on my sideT when
fifteen or twenty came forward, and
then l can't tell you how 1t was, for l al
ways was hot -blooded.
The next minute we all seemed to be
raging and tearing at one another in a
regular tight-men shouting, and swear
ing, and striking tiercely at one another;
some down and trampled upon, some
wrestling together, and the crowd sway
ing backwards and forwards, here and
there, and the battle growing more bitter
every moment.
side or the other would stagger out
bleeding and wild, and make his way to
a doorstep, or up one of tue courts that
connected the street with the next, and
more than one went down with a groan;
while by some means or other about
eight or nine of our side were driven up a
court by some of the other party, when.
seeing the chance, l shouted tu them 10
follow, and we all ran, hard pursued by
our enemies for twenty yards or SO, when
they turned back.
"Come on" shouted, and leading the
way, got into the next street, led them
along it little way, and then turned
down the next court.
"Keep together," said. "and Wen
take 'em behind"
And the next minute we were back
in the street, where our mates still
fought on desperately.
Next moment we took them in the rear,
with a desperate rush, cheering as we
did so, and tumbling tnem over right and
left; while our mates i'll front, who were
just then giving way, cheered again, and
tue fight was hotter than ever. But now,
hemmed in between the two parties, the
strikers fought desperately, and caught
sight of Perkins, with small hammer in
his hand, knocking down first one and
then another poor fellow, who crawled
out of the struggling mob as well as he
could.
There were no police visible, but they
could have done nothing if they had
been there; but every window was
crowded with people, while mems wives
came hurrying up, shrieking to the peo-
pie looking on to stop the fight.
Just then had downed the man op-
posed to me, when i heard a heavy
blow; and turning, saw the man who
worked at the next wise to me go down
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