The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1893-12-13

man again.
Get hearty supper all round, gen.
tlemen, then-'boots and saddles and
away for sidnsyl"
Two days later. A fierce July sun is
pouring down food of humid, mois-
ture laden heat upon densely packed,
sweltering mass of turbulent men,
many Of them fufhed with drink, all
Of them hushed with triumph. for the i'll
armed, i'll disciplined militia Of the Sow
enties--a pygmy force as compared with
the expert guardsmen" of today---has
been scattered to the winds; the sturdy
police have been swept from the streets
and driven to tho shelter of the sta
tions. Mob law rules supreme. Dense
clouds of smoke are rising from sack
and ruined warehouses and from 10
trains of burning cars. Here and the
little groups of striking employees have
gathered. holding sloof from the reck-
less and infuriated mob, appalled, at the
sight Of riot and devastation resulting
from their Ill advised action. Many OF
their number, conscious Of their re-
sponsibility for the scenes Of bloodshed
and pillage and wanton destruction of
property, public and private, would
now gladly undo their work and array
themselves among the few defenders Of
the great corporations they have served
for years and deserted at the call of
leaders whom they never saw and in a
cause they never understood, but there
can be mo footsteps backward" now.
The tide Of riot has engulfed the great
city Of the west, and the majesty of the
law is but the laughing stock of the
lowest of tn asses. Huddled in their
precinct sta the police are bandag-
ing their ed and broken heads.
Rallied at sir armories, the more de-
termined Of the militia are preparing to
defend them and their colors against
tho anticipated attack Of 90 times their
force in ''toughs'-Chicago's vast
accumulation Of outlawed, vagabond
or criminal men. The city fathers are
well nigh hopeless. Merchants and
business men gather on change with
blanched faces and the oft repeated
query: "What nextl What next?"
Every moment brings tidings Of fresh
dismay. New fires and crippled and
helpless department, for tho rioters
slash tho hose and laugh all efforts
TO scorn. A gleam of hope shone in at
10 O'Clock. and the boardroom rang
with cheers at the presidents announce
ment that the regulars were coming-a
whole regiment of infantry from Oma-
ha was already more than half way.
But the CLEAN died out at noon when,
with white lips, an official read the tel
egram saying the strikers had "side
tracked tho special trains bearing the
soldiers, and they could not advance
another mile.
And so they had on one road, but
there are others. better guarded, better
run. Tho sun is we'll over TO the west
again, Chicago is resigning itself to
another night of horror, when from the
suburbs there comes gliding in to the
heart Of the city the oldest looking
railway train that has been seen for
years, sight at which host of riot
Gus men break away from the threat
ening front, dragging with them those
"pals" whom drink has either mad I
dened OF, stupefed; a sight at which /
skulking blackguards who have picked
up paving stones drop them into the
cutters and think twice before they lay \
hand on their revolver butts. No puff
ing engine hauls the train; the motive
power is at the rear. First and fore
most Is platform car-open, uncover
ed, but over its buffer glisten the bar
rels of the dreaded gatling gun, and
around the gun-ca1 these be soldiers?
Covered with dust and cinders, hardly
vestige of uniform among them, in
the shabbiest of old felt hats. in hunt
ing shirts of flannel or buckskin, in
scout worn trousers and Indian leg
gings. but with their prairie belts
crammed with copper cartridges, their
brawny brown hands grasping the
browner oarbine, their keen eyes peer
Ing straight into the faces of the throng-
ing crowd, their bronze features set and
stern, the whole car fairly bristles with
mer who have fought tribe after tribe
OF savage foes from the Yellowstone to
the Sonora line, and who hold a savage
mob In utter contempt. Here by the
hub OF the gatling's wheel stands old
Feeny, close at the elbow of dark faced
Drummond. G troops first platoon
mans" the gatling gun, and under its
old leader Of the Arizona campaigns
leads the procession" into the Garden
City of the antebcllum days. BY
Drummond's s side is a railway official
gazing ahead to see that every switch
is properly set and signaling back to
the engineer when to slow" when TO
rome confidently ahead. Behind the
plntform car CON- ordinary baoyaya
and passenger Goa hes, black with men
in the same rough, devil may care
scouting rig. Ali. except their horses and
horse equipments left with the quarter
master at Sidney station, the battalion
has been run to Chicago exactly as il
came from the plains, and Chicago's
"toughs, who would have hooted and
jeered perhaps at sight Of polished
brasses and natty uniforms, recoil be-
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