Snow on the headlight : $b a story of the great Burlington strike — John Shaqi
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
"Well, on the whole," said the chief clerk, gathering up a batch of
telegrams that made up the official report from the various division
superintendents; "it was a rough night. Three yard engines disabled in
the Chicago yards, freight train burned at Burlington, head-end
collision on the B. & M. Division, two engineers and one fireman killed,
ware-house burned at Peoria, two bridges blown up in Iowa, two trains
ditched near Denver, three--"
"Well! well!" broke in the general manager, "that will do." The clerk
stopped short, the office boy passed out through the open door and a
great swell of silence surged into the room.
After taking a few turns up and down the office, the manager stopped at
the secretary's desk and added: "We must win this strike. The directors
meet to-day and those English share-holders are getting nervous. They
can't understand that this fight is necessary--that we are fighting for
peace hereafter; weeding out a pestilence that threatens, not only the
future of railway corporations, but the sacred rights of American
citizens--the right to engage in whatever business or calling one cares
to follow, and to employ whom he will at whatever wages the employer and
employed may agree upon. Let these strikers win and we shall have a
strike as often as the moon changes. When I endeavor to reach an
agreement with them, they take it that the company is weakening, and the
leaders will listen to nothing. I shudder to think what is in store for
them and what they must suffer before they can understand."
With that the general manager passed into the private office and the
chief clerk, who had been at his post all night, turned to a steaming
breakfast which the porter had just brought from a café across the
street. The postman came in, grave-faced and silent, and left a big
bundle of letters on the secretary's desk. Most of the mail was
official, but now and then there came letters from personal friends who
held similar positions on other roads, assuring the general manager of
their sympathy, and that they would aid his company whenever they could
do so secretly and without exciting their own employees.
Many letters came from stockholders protesting vigorously against a
continuation of the strike. Some anonymous letters warned the company
that great calamity awaited the management, unless the demands of the
employees were acceded to and the strike ended. A glance into the
newspapers that came in, showed that three-fourths of the press of the
country praised the management and referred to the strikers as
dynamiters and anarchists. The other fourth rejoiced at each drop in the
stocks and called every man a martyr who was arrested at the instigation
of the railroad company. The reports sent out daily by the company and
those collected at the headquarters of the strikers agreed exactly as to
date, but disagreed in all that followed.
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