The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1902-12-07


the depot people in the afternoon that
something was coming. and il was
SIrsnse no one else saw il. They had
been OUT three weeks. and after no end
Of gabbling turned silent Men that
talk are not So dangerous. it's when
they 5uit talking
Neighbor was a man of thousand 10
act on his apprehension. All the after
noon he had the switch engines shunt-
ing cars about the r0undhouse- the
minute the are lights went on the re-
suit could be seen. The old man had
long lines of furniture vans. bOxcars.
gondOla.s and dead Pullmans strung
around the big house like parapets.
Whatever anybody else thought. Neigh
Dor was ready Even old John Boxer
his head blacksmith. who operated an
amateur battery for Salutes and cele-
brstions, had his big gun Overhsuled.
the roUndhOuse was looking for trouble.
Ii was barely S o'clock that night
when a group Of us on Main street
saNv the depot lights go out. and pref
y soon telephone messages began
coming in from the company plant I'D
the river for the sheriff; the Polacks
We're wrec1Oing the =Gynamos. The arc
lights covering the yards were on A
different circuit, but IL didn't take the
whiskered fellows long TO find that out.
I Half an hour later the city plant was
attacked No one was looking for
trouble there. and the great system
of arcs lighting the yard for miles
died ike frefiies. We knew then.
I every body knew, that the POlacks
meant business.
Not a man was in sight when the
blaze sputtered. blue. red and black
ont; but in five minutes dozen torch
es were moving up on the in-freight
house ike coyotes We could hear the
crash of the big oak doors clear down
on Main street There. again. the COM
pany was weak: they hadn't a picket
/ out at either of the freight houses.
There wasn't so much as. sneeze till
/ they beat the doors in; then there was
cry-the women We're ticking a hand,
and it was loot with a big L. The
/ plumber maddened them like brandy
| Neighbor, who feared not the POlacks
nor the devil, made a sortie with a
/ dozen men from his seockade-fOr that
( is what the roundhouse< defenses looked
/ like-tO try to save the building. II
wasn't in men TO do it. The cutting
was done and the Ike rOsene burning
! yellow before he was Esalf way across.
/ &nd the mob. running then in a waver-
/ ing black line from The flames that
! licked the high wind ows. were max
I ing for the storehOuse- NeighbOr saw
] in a minute that nothing was left for
before he could cut Oft the constantly
I lengthening line of rioters they were
| between him and the long storehouse.
1t was there that the first shooting
occurred.
A squad OF the detectives reinforc-
ing Neighbor's little following ran in
on the flank of the rioters as the
master mechanic caught up with their
/ rear. They wheeled on his command
to disDerse. and met it with a cloud
of stones and coupling pins. The de-
tectives opened with their Winchesters,
and a yell went up that took me back
to the HaYmarket. Their answer was
! the torch to the storehouse and a
charge on the imported guards that
shook their front like whirIwind. The
detectives ran for Neighbours breast
works, with the miners not behind and
a hail of deadly missiles on their backs.
Half a dozen Of US stood in the Gu
I pOla OF the fire engine house, with the
/ thing laid below like a panorama
Far as the blazing freight house lit