Bisbee daily review., 1917-07-15
SOME REFLECTIONS ON THE |. W. W. DRIVE
(BY THE EDIToR).

Don't novel" one of them shouted. The pickets turned and looked behind them, and saw these rifemen where no men had been a moment before when they went on duty and had look ed listlessly at the mouth of the mine they had come to try to close forever. The apparition of these men finished them. They had been surprised be- fore; they were supplied now.
 And then was seen a sight that no town has witnessed outside the war zone in Flanders where they fight house to house for the possession of the place. From every side street and alley came these armed deputies in groups driving ten, twenty, a score of strikers before them.
 The captives in the plaza were in- creased 10 five hundred men inside of five minutes. They began to mill around. The leaders were harrangue- ing them. The moment was critical. Several deputies raised their rifles threateningly and it surely looked as though blood would run on the streets. But what was this, The steady tramp of men resounded on the streets leading up the canyon. They were coming down. the reserves two hundred strong with their rifles on their shoulders. The front of the line came up to the plaza and some one called halt. The crash of musket butts on the pavement stilled the mutter- ings and murmurs of the trapped "wobblies" for the rest of the day The heart went out of the boldest of the leaders right then and never came back even when the doors of the box cars yawned a few hours later. { What sights on these peaceful streets. Here came business man in overalls and auto cap with two cart ridge belts buckled around him and carrying a Winchester forty-forty. He was a big man, and in the bright morning light he looked like giant. In the line of the reserves were old men with thin white moustaches and | eyes that burned under their frosty brows like carbuncles. Old Arizona and Texas plainsmen, these. with Colts in their belts. One man in this line was carrying his boys p target rife. He was certainly brave man. At the mouth of Brewery Gulch stood a little man but he had big heart and a Krag-Jorgensen and A heavy pistol. He and his men had been through that gulch and stood with ready rifles while Sheriff Wheeler had gone right up into Union hall. Every window framed hostile face and a desperate man. But not shot was fired.
 And then the march for the loading pens was begun. Another critical mo- ment. But the reds of the l. w. w. the picked terrorists, had seen enough The expression upon the faces of these men who had been called from home and business before dawn to clean their town of its enemies froZe ties overawed them.
 At the sharp call of "fallin there; MARCH~ the ''wobblies" shuffled around awkwardly enough, but eagerly and they marched. What study in faces as the procession ambled by. Old offenders with sullen brows and smouldering eyes. Foreigners with sullen brows and smouldering eyes. Foreigners with heavy, stolid looks and bearded. unwashed faces. Young men who looked half frightened and half ashamed SOrrowful. simole, soulless faces passed by like a bad dream.
 Some of the men laughed from pure bravado, but most of them looked very serious Many glanced furtively, from time to time over their shoulder as though they expected to see the ghosts of old sins. Objected looking men marched here Here came a man with bloody face and his jaw awry; he had offered resistence. Here was a man without a shirt; they had hauled him out of bed. That man with his hand to his head had not raised his hand quickly enough a half hour be- fore and now he walked with his hand raised to caress tenderly a big bump raised by the but of a Colts army pat tern.
 A big man swaggered by. Behind him marched a Dutchman smoking a big pipe. Then came a Mexican with a face as expressiOnless as a mesquite chunk Next was a man who looked as though he might have been plucked from the pirate chorus of stage comedy. His black whiskers reeked of stratagems, treasons and spells; Italy gave him to the world and Vienna nurtured him and Halstead street, Chicago. educated him in every spec ies of crime and sent him here to serve Haywood's crew.
 Every type that the old world had to offer to the new was here. Slav and Pole and Serb and Welch and Magyar and Italian and Finn and Celt and Saxon. all walked in this i'll kempt line Chicago. Denver. Butte, Frisco and the City of the Angels r..- Al.