Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1894-05-17

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StcudilU sHcnt'V. Ominoltslv the train
rO}lS dlOng.
And so into the great stone station
they roll. and here they find the plat
forms TANNED with citizens-some
drawn by curiosity. some active sym
pathizers in the strike. and many of
them prominent leaders of the mob surg
ing in the crowded thoroughfare with
ont. The train has hardly come to a
stand when from every direction the
mass of outsiders is heaving up around
it.
"Now, Feeny, clear the platform TO
the left. Take the other side, Wing, 3"
says Drummond quietly to the officer
at the front door of the next car.
In the very fraction of II second the
first sergeant and dozen men have
leaped from the deck, and straight into
the heart Of the crowd they go. Back
with vel Out o. this are the stern,
determined orders, emphasized by Wig
orous prods with the heavy carbine
butts. Astonished at methods so prompt
and decided, there is only such resist
ance as the weight and bulk of those in
rear can offer and that is but moment
arv. The sight of those cleaning gat-
ling barrels, the stern, brief orders and
the rapid, confident advance combine
to overcome all idea of resistance. On
both sides, at the head of the train, the
huge crowd, half laughing, half sufio-
eating. is heaved back upon itself and
sent like a great human wave rolling
up to the iron lattice at the office end.
Meantime. without an instant ; delay
the battalion springs ont from the cars,
forms ranks ON the north platform,
counts fours, and then. arms at right
shoulder. away it goes with swinging,
steady tramp around the rear of tho
train, across the parallel rows Of rails,
and in another moment, greeted by ire
mendous cheers from the occupants Of
long lines and high tiers Of stores, offices,
business blocks, the grimy, dusty. war
worn Campaigners come striding down
the crowded street Heavens, how
the people shout. Staid old burghers,
portly business men, trot painting along
side, waving their hats and cheering
themselves hoarsa. Them fcllerS
hasn't no bouquets III then guns, " is the
way street gamin expresses it.
Whittier are they going:' What
have they first to do?" is the cry. Po-
lice officials ride now with the captain
temporarily in commands a carriage
has whislled the colonel over to head
quarters. but haste. haste is the word.
On they go, silent, grim, with the al
kali dust of the North Platte crossing
still coating their rusty garb. A great
swing bridge looms ahead; dozen po-
lice deploy ON either side and check the
attending crowd Over they go at
route step, and then, turning to the
right, tramp on down a roughly paved
street, growing dim and DINNER every
minute with sitting smoke. Presently
they are crossing snakelike lines OF
hose, gashed and useless passing fire
apparatus standing unhitched and neg
lected; passing 6remen exhausted and
listless. Then occasional squads OF
scowling men give way before their
steady tramp and are driven down alley
ways and around street corners by re-
viving police. Then the head of col
ann turns to the left and comes full
upon scene of tunult-a great build
ing in flames, a great mob surging
about it defying police interference and
bent apparently ON cutting the struc-
ture from roof to cellar and pillaging the
ncighboring stores. Now, men of the
til, here's work cut ont for you
Drive that mob, bloodlessly if you can,
blood letting if you must
The colonel is again at the head. All
are on foot. Left front into line,
double time" the first company throws
its long double rank from curb to curb,
Drummond. its commander, striding
at its front, Wing, his subatern, anx-
iously watching him from among the
file closers. Already they have reach
ed the rearmost of tho rioting groups,
and with warning cries and impreca-
tions these are srurrying to either side
and falling into the hands of the ac-
,ompanying police. Thicker, denser
grows the smoke; thicker, denser the
mob.
Clear this street Out Of the way!"
are the orders, and for half block OF
/ so clear it is. Then comes the first op'
position. On pile Of lu,n her tall,
stalwart man in gris7led beard and
slouching hat--evidently a leader OF
mark among the mob-is shouting or
de,s and encouragement. What he SAYS
| capuet be heard, but now, tightly