The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1905-07-21

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the back (and about Is buck shot in
his whip took dad right where the
pants are tight when you bend over
to pick up somethtng) and the Co.'S
sack laughed when dad Strengthened
up and started to run.
l never saw such a change In
man as there was in dad. He started
for our hotel, and as good sprinter
as am couldn't keep up with him,
but I kept him in sight. Before we
got to the hotel 4 sledge came along,
not an "old sledge," such as you play
with cards, high-low-Jac game, but a
sort of sleigh, with three horses
abreast, and l yelled to dad to take
hitch on the sledge, and he grabbed
on with his feet on the runners, and
man in the sledge with uniform
on, who seemed to be grand duke,
cause everybody was chasing him and
yelling to head him off, hit dad In the
nose with the butt of a revolver, and
dad fell off in the snow and the
crowd that was chasing the grand
duke picked dad up and carried him
on their shoulders because they
thought he had tried to assassinate
the duke, and we were escorted to our
hotel by the strikers.
We didn't know what they were, but
you can tell the laboring men here
because they wear blouses and look
hungry, and when they left us the
landlord notified the police that sus
picious characters were at the hotel,
and came there escorted by the mob,
and the police surrounded the house
and dad went to our room and used
witch hazel on himself where the Cos
sack hit him with the loaded whip.
He says Russia will pay pretty dear
for that stroke of the whip by the
Cossack, and I think dad is going to
join the revolution that is going to be
pulled off next Sunday.
They are going to get about a mil
lion men to take a petition to the
car, workingmen and anarchists, and
dad says he is going as an American
anarchist who is smarting from injus-
tice, and l guess no native is smart
ing more than dad is, cause he has
to stand up to cat and lie on his
stummick to sleep. There is going to
be hades of a time here in St.
Petersburg this next week, and dad
and l are going to be in it clear up to
our necks.
Dad has given up trying to see the
car about stopping the war and says
the car and the whole bunch can 60
plum Ito the deviD and he will die
with the mob and follow priest who
is stirring the people to revolt.
Gee, hope dad will not get killed
here and be buried in trench with
thousand Russians, smelling as they
do.
l met young man from Chicago,
who is here selling reapers for the
harvester trust, and he says if you are
once suspected of having sympathy
with the working people who are on
a strike you might just as we'll say
your prayers and take rough on rats,
cause the Cossacks will get you, and
he would advise me and dad to get
out of here pretty quick, but when I
told dad about it he put one hand on
his heart and the other on his pants
and said: "Arnica, arnica, arnica!"
and the police that we're on guard
near his room, thought he meant an
archy, and they sent four detectives
to stay in dads room.
The people here, the Chicago young
man told me, think the Cossacks are
human hyenas, that they have had
their hearts removed by a surgical
operation when young, and piece
of gizzard put in in place of the heart,
and that they are natural murderers,
the sight of blood acting on them
the same as champagne on a hui
man being, and that but for the
Cossacks Russia would have a popu-
lation of loving subjects that would
make it safe for the Little Father to
go anywhere in Russia unattended,
but with Cossacks ready to whip
and murder and laugh at suffering
the people are becoming like men
bitten by rabid dogs, and they froth
at the mouth and have spasms and
carry bombs up their sleeves, ready
to blow up the members of the royal
family, and there you are
If you do not hear from me after
next Sunday you can put dads obit-
uary and mine il the \local papers
and say we died of an overdose of
Cossack. If we get through this rev.
olution alive you will hear from me,
but this is the last revolution am go
ing to attend. Yours,
HENNERY.