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The miner lifted up the smock
shaped cotton outer garment of the
babe. It was the only stitch he had
"Good God!" I said, "the baby must
be half frozen."
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Then he must get used to being
half frozen as the rest of us have,"
he said. There is no more to put
"And when it gets colder?" I
"There will be no more," he said.
The girl over whom Josef had been
bending so earnestly came past sing
ing happily in a strange tongue.
"What does she sing?" I asked.
"Polish," he said, "but it is not a
real song she is singing, just sense
less things she makes up about her
man, her Josef."
A .woman came to the .door of a
tent, and called shrilly.
"It is time to eat," said a miner.
"Will you take a bite?"
Meat On Sunday.
I was only too anxious to take sev
eral bites. It is 16 long miles from
Trinidad to Ludlow, and one gets
hungry easily among those wind
swept hills and gullies.
I had beans .and rye bread and
strong coffee', that would have turn
ed one's stomach in the city, but
which seemed scarcely strong
enough here. Then the miner
brought to the impoverished table
made of planks stretched between
two beds, another dish and laid it
"This is Sunday," he said. "And
so we have meat." "
It was canned beef.
Threaten to Shoot.
After I had had dinner I climbed up
the hillsid'e to the west, I was very
careful how I stepped, because it was
farther up this canon that the Victor
American Company's gunmen threat
ened to shoot newspaper men if we
tried to enter the Hastings camp.
The sun sloped westward. It pick
ed out the 200 white tents'below and
they shone brightly. The little fig.
Tires of the men and women and chil
dren seemed to move as marionettes
move. All was quiet.
I sat down. v
It seemed hard to realize that this
was the stage on which a great
drama was being fought.
Hard to Realize War.
It seemed hard to realize that men
lived who wished nothing better than
to crush into subjection and slavery
those slow-moving dots of figures be-'
low; men to whom those tents were
anathema; men who called these
moving dots wild beasts; men who
had fattened on the very flesh of
their flesh, on the independence of
their manhood, on the virtue of their
womanhood, on the joy of their
It seemed hard to realize that these
moving dots were the units in a
great, forward-moving army, sworn
to fight to the death, dedicated to lib
erty. So I pondered.
The Lone Gunman.
The shadows lengthened slowly
The brightness left the tents. 'The
moving dots' seemed to drag wearily.
Mystery crept up from the darkening
eastern sky. Lights showed here and
The sun rolled across the hills. A
cold wave crept up the hillside. I
shivered, and a coyote howled
Far up the canon, on a ridge fop,'
a dark figure loomed through the
shadow, threatening and gigantic. If
Was that of a gunman, posted above'
the Hastings mine.
HOPEFUL, FOR SETTLEMENT
Trinidad, Col., Oct. 4. Vice-Presi-
dent Hayes of the United Mine Work
ers is hopeful that he may yet effect
a settlement of the strike of 8,000
miners in the Southern Colorado coal5
field. He announced that a majority