Truth. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1901-1908, 1905-03-25
1.-THE BATTLE OF THE 6oYNE."
(By C. M. Jackson)

VIC
,ood-this was in the good old times
before trusts were invented-he was
locked upon askance by the Irish pop
ulation. which had no use for "a ma
orr" For Sam was black. Not so
Terv black, but black enough to
be identified as son of Africa, be-
sides which he had kinlly hair. But
for the last characteristic he might have
nossed in some localities as an Indian
or even a Spaniard but having the
short crisp wool of his fathers there
was no use trying to conceal his iden-
titv Sam located in a small shanty,
vacated a month or two previous by
a Welshman, who found life among the
Irish a bit too strenuous, hung out
sign indicating his willingness to do
whitewashing, or any sort of manual
labor. and waited for something to
come his way.
Work didn't come bowling round
the door of his humble home, for no
one seemed to want a colored man in
any capacity. The foremen in the
mines in the neighborhood told him
in language both forcible and profane
to get out, and one of them threat
ened to set The Mollies" after him.
Sam, who could read, and had read
of many of the atrocities committed by
that mysterious brotherhood, fed in
dismay and made no more applca-
lions for work in the mines. The big
coarse and gruff superintendent of
the Lackawanna gravel train declined
to listen to his humble petition for
Wprly with n chnup1 of
per day, and other white men being
equally obdurate and hard of heart,
things looked black indeed for the
darkey. To add to his discomfort arts
ing from lack of employment the vag-
rant boys-Irish boys with freckels
as large as three cent pieces, and en-
lowed with a natural antipathy to-
ward any one with a dark complex
Compensated in heaving "dornicks"
through his windows and abiding to
him in language intended to be facet
ious, but which was in reality vulgar
and soul harrassing. Sam, however,
like the balance of his race, had an
even disposition and a forgiving ma
lure, so he made the best of the sit
uation, to the great satisfaction of the
Kids and the safety of his own hide.
Tor, had he resented the ill treatment
and laid chocolate hand on any of
these scions of the house of Murphy,
oCallahan, Daugherty, Shaughnessy
or the balance, he would have undoubt-
edly been hammered into a pulp with
PICK handle by some indignant sire.
sam had a little money when he
arrived in Razorville, but economic
aS ne might it melted away, so there
came a time when, after eating sup
per,he noted that he had provender
enough for one small breakfast 1t
was then that he INDUCED in a brief
spell of cogitating.
Somethln's gotter tu'n up sho' huff"
sOllloqulzed Sam, as he washed his one
pate his one knife and fork and his
one cup, for his china closet boosted
ol no saucer, "but All reckons twill
~ ~ me good Lawd takes care OBJ his
oniiluns' Whereupon the negro
Sedseo worrying and took from its
w." MS old fiddle preparatory to driv-
lug lug dull care away by a concourse of
utenshtiul sounds. The melody was
uihieHy OF the quick and devilish" va
10y Satan's Dream" chased "Mon-
ny ~ MUSK and Turkey in the Straw"
III t,aa lI a hot foot after the "Old Woman
~ Che Haymow" and "Sir Roger de
1overly.' The shanty vibrated to the
f music and Paddy Connors. returning
from his DAYS worI, in tba hrooet boIt