Snow on the headlight : $b a story of the great Burlington strikeWarman, Cy
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Snow on the headlight : $b a story of the great Burlington strike
Warman, Cy
Burlington Strike, 1888 -- Fiction; Strikes and lockouts -- Fiction
The general manager was still inclined to hold his ground, but upon
being assured that the Watchem detective agency would throw the whole
business over unless the demands of the chief were acceded to, he
yielded, and after a brief conference the two men descended, the
Philosopher closed the offices and went his way.
CHAPTER FIFTEENTH
Scores of criminals, deputies and strikers were rounded up for a hearing
before Judge Meyer. So great was the crowd of defendants that little
room was left for the curious. The first man called was a laborer, a
freight handler, whose occupation had gone when the company ceased to
handle freight. The charge against him was a peculiar one. His neighbor,
a driver for one of the breweries, owned a cow, which, although she gave
an abundance of milk at night, had ceased almost entirely to produce at
the morning milking. The German continued to feed her and she waxed fat,
but there was no improvement, and finally it was decided that the cow
should be watched. About four A. M. on the following morning a small man
came and leaned a ladder against the high fence between the driver's
back-yard, and that of the laborer. Then the small man climbed to the
top of the fence, balanced himself carefully, hauled the ladder up and
slid it down in the Dutchman's lot. All this was suspicious, but what
the driver wanted was positive proof, so he choked his dog and remained
quiet until the man had milked the cow and started for the fence. Now
the bull-dog, being freed from his master's grasp, coupled into the
climber's caboose and hauled him back down the ladder. It was found upon
examination that a rubber hot-water bag, well filled with warm milk, was
dangling from a strap that encircled the man's shoulders, shot-pouch
fashion.
Upon being charged, the man pleaded guilty. At first, he said, he had
only taken enough milk for the baby, who had been without milk for
thirty-six hours. The thought of stealing had not entered his mind until
near morning of the second night of the baby's fast. They had been up
with the starving child all night, and just before day he had gone into
the back-yard to get some fuel to build a fire, when he heard his
neighbor's cow tramping about in the barn lot, and instantly it
occurred to him that there was milk for the baby; that if he could
procure only a teacupful, it might save the child's life. He secured a
ladder and went over the fence, but being dreadfully afraid he had taken
barely enough milk to keep the baby during the day and that night they
were obliged to walk the floor again. It was only a little past midnight
when he went over the fence for the second time. Upon this occasion he
took more milk, so that he was not obliged to return on the following
night, but another day brought the same condition of affairs and over
the fence he went, and he continued to go every night, and the baby
began to thrive as it had not done in all its life.
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