The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1919-08-08
Copyrights. Bobbs-Merri1i Company

| In straits. Faraday promised his help
on the condition that the affairs OF
the Desert Reclamation company
would be controlled by his company.
He took the control. He inherited
what? Not good will. Threats, dam
age suits. Do you think that snow
slide of complaints Is going to encour-
age him to go on? This is what came
here to talk to you about. You ranch
ers don't want to cut your own threats.
Now, there's good deal going on
| about which you are In the dark.
Faraday's got right to feel he's
shOuldered an old man of the sea.
He's been trying to dislodge 1t. He's
appealed to the president. Ever since
| we came into this, the cry from Wash
ington has been. DO this the way we
like, or We'll not take it off your
hands," murmur of angry voices
started somewhere, swelling toward
| the balcony.
"We don't want the government
began the rising voices. MarshalPs
voice rang out:
"But the government wants-you
Unless you will help save your own
homes, the government will have to, in
time. It's got to. Up there at Laguna.
| have you seen it? There's nothing GO
ing on. They're watching us. That's a
| useless toy If our works are washed
out. Faraday says this to you" Not
a sound in the stilled house. 'Unless
you withdraw your damage suits, he
won't advance another damned cent" .
Sharply he sat down before the au-
dience realized that his message was
finished. The house had not found it's
| voice, when Babcocks gavel was
pounding again for attention. The
question, he felt, had not been put to
them completely. Perhaps, they did
not gather the full import of Mr.. Mar
shall's message. Mr.. MacLean would
follow Mr.. Marshall.
MacLean's superb figure rose from
n tree-paneled background.
''He should sing Brown October
Ale,'" suggested Brandon to Hardin
humorously.
Hardin's eyes were on MacLean.
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| could he tell those men that they did
| not know? MacLean was figurehead
| in the reorganized irrigation company.
Why hadn't they called on him, Har-
| din? He knew more about the involved
history of the two companies than the
whole bunch on the stage down yon-
der. He could have told them, he
| hox 4,,cf
their memory
| MacLean was speaking.
'Mr. Marshall has likened the river
project to the old man of the sea. He
has it on his back, while 1t Is busily
kicking him in the shins
'Mr. Marshall has given you Mr..
Faraday's message. He has asked
you to dismiss your damage suits. ]
| ask you to do more than that. Put
| your hands in your pockets! Come
out and help us. You don't want the
government. I am told that is the
sentiment of the valley. When you
called to them, they wouldn't help
you; they wouldn't give you an ade-
quate price. Congress will soon be
adjourning. What is Mr.. Faraday to
say to Washington? Is he going to
close that break? That depends on
you. Withdraw your suits. Do more.
Stop fighting against us. Fight with
US"
The audience stirred ominously,
angrily. Before MacLean was done, a
voice screamed from the balcony.
"You can't quit. That's threat.
You're in too deep. You can't fool us.
You've got to save yourself. You've
got to go on. Tell Faraday to tell that
to Washington"
The uproar was released. Black,
from the Wistaria, jumped on his