Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-07-07

with stones ana QeDrls nurleO DY the mdu
dened populace. In their eagerness to d.
physical damage to the prisoners the
workers lost sight of the fact that hundreds
of their own men were exposed. Several o
the guardsmen were struck by the flying
missiles, but the general aim of the fast
growing multitude was accurate.
Standing in Al Rain of Stones.
In the beginning the dazed Pinkertons
made no attempt to defend themselves.
They did their best to dodge the stones but
even before they reached the outer gate
their bodies were covered with bruises and
wounds. When this pageant arrived at the
gate directly opposite the railway station a,
Munhsll it paused in its journey to allow q
long freight train TO pass. This INTERRUPT
tion lasted only few moments but it mnst
have seemed an hour to the wretched pris-
oners. At last the final car rumbled past
and the journey was resumed.
Over the Pittsburg, Virginia and Charles
ton tracks they stumbled, then down the
sloping side of the roadbed into the little
gully at the side of the station. At this
juncture one of the prisoners dropped big
yellow valise from sheer nervousness. The
mob pounced upon il like pack of hungry
wolves They severed the fllmsy lock and
in less time than it takes to describe it the
valise was opened and its contents scattered
in the dust. A big red-faced man picked
up freshly-laundried shirt and waved it
over his head Thousands of infamed ewes
caught a glimpse of the shirt. and then as if
by arrangement a dozen grips and bundles
were wrested from the prisoners
The Air Filled With Underwear.
Soon the air was filed with all sorts and
conditions OF underwear and clothing. This
tuique episode tickled the people, and fer
a me diverted their attention from the
prisSners. During the brief breathing
spelithe guards moved closer to their cap
tivesband the gaps in the long column were
closed up. Just beyond Munhall station
the road takes a sudden bend
When the leaders turned the bend they
were confronted by veritable wall of
excited humanity. In the front ranks of
this new and unexpected obstacle were a
group of women armed with brooms and
clubs. 1t looked then as though no human
power could prevent collision. But
thanks TO the quick wit of one of the lead
ers the danger was averted and what bid
fair to be a bloody tragedy was trans
formed into comedy. 1t happened this
way:
One woman, who appeared to be the
queen of the battle, raised her broom, and
in a shrill voice said: "Where are the dirty
blacksheep? Let's have them, boys" At
Al. l.
voice so loud that it could be heard by
all, despite the din and confusion: "Why,
my good woman, we want our shirts laun-
dried and we are going to make these
tramps do the job at cut rates."
Made Way for the Procession.
This rough joke was cheered to the echo
and by good luck changed the tickle humor
of the mob. make way for u.s." COM
manded the Joker, and strange to relate the
women obeyed. Slowly and reluctantly
the people crowded up against the high
whitewashed fence of the company and in
the narrow lane the column advanced.
Thus with bowed heads and laggard steps
the Pinkertons marched on. They did not
dare to even glance at the stern white faces
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although the road was rough and their bur-
dens heavy they made no sign.
At the intersection of Heisel street and
Eighth avenue there is hill At the foot
of the hill and fronting on the avenue is the
big brick hall in the top story of which is
located the headquarters of the workers
This afternoon the headquarters were
closed, but from one of the open windows
extended long pole from which hung a
large American flag. When the column
reached the crest of the hill those in the
front ranks looked down into veritable
sea of stormy humanity. More than
thousand determined looking men and pale
faced, talkative women were passed on
either side of the avenue.
An Angry Crowd Waiting for Revenge.
This human gauntlet was at least
quarter of mile long and extended from the
brow of the hill to Mcclure street, a
distance Of several city squares. For fully
an hour these men and women had stood
and waited for the captives, and, as a
natural sequence they were in no pleasant
humor. Great clouds of yellow dust heralded
The advancing column. Over the hill they
came, this motley company. There was a
moment of perfect silence as solemn as it
was portentious and mighty cheers with a
perfect war of Kisses ard cat calls followed,
The line never faltered. The
leaders knew that human gauntlet
must be passed, come what would, and
wisely decided that the best plan was to
proceed with all possible speed. The
armed escort met with an ovation, and the
first batch of prisoners, who were at the
very heels of the rear ranks, managed to es-
cape the attention of the crowd But for
the long line of bleeding men that followed
them the conditions were not so pleasant.
A tall, handsome woman in blue calico
gown began the trouble by throwing
handful of dust right in the eyes of one of
the prisoners. The man stopped in his
tracks and uttered groan of agony
"My God, I'm blinded" he moaned
a Woman Knocks a Man Down.
"Serves you right, you dirty cur" re-
piled his fair assailant as she pulled from
the pocket of her gown bit of jagged
stone and hurled it with crushing force at