ed with criminals, bums, deputies and strikers. The police courts
were constantly grinding out justice, or decisions intended to take the
place of justice. Mothers were often seen begging the magistrates to
release their boys and wives praying for the pardon of their husbands.
These prayers were often unanswered and the poor women were forced to
return to a lonely home, to an empty cupboard and a cold hearth.

In the midst of the rioting on this wild day came Patsy Daly strolling
up the track singing:

"_Always together in sunshine and rain
Facing the weather atop o' th' train.
Watching the meadows move under the stars
Always together atop o' th' cars._"

"Hello! there!" came from a box car.

"Hello to you," said Patsy as he turned out to see what the fellow was
in for. "Now, what the divil you doin' caged up in this car?"

"I'm hidin' from the strikers," said the man, peeping cautiously out.

"Faith, and I'm one of them myself," says Patsy, "and I suppose you're
after takin' my place, ye spalpeen; I have a right to swat your face for
you, so I have."

"You couldn't do it if I was opposed," said the stranger opening the
door.

"Oh! couldn't I? then let yourself drop to the ground till I take a
little of the conceit out of you."

"No, I won't fight you," said the man, "I like your face and I want you
to help me out."

"And I like your nerve; now, what's your pleasure? Have you been
working in this strike?"

"I started to work this morning only to get something to eat on."

"Are you a railroad man?"

"I'm a switchman. I was foreman in the yards at Buffalo, had a scrap
with the yard-master who had boasted that he would not have a switchman
he couldn't curse, an' got fired."

"Did you lick him?"

"Yes."

"Good and plenty?"

"Yes."

"Go on with your story."

"Well," said the man, seating himself in the door of the car, "I started
out to get work--had my card from the Union and felt sure of success. I
had only been married a year, but of course I had to leave my wife in
Buffalo until I got located. When I applied for work I was asked for
references and I had none. I told them where I had worked; they asked
me to call later, and I called, only to learn that they didn't need any
more men. This performance was repeated in every town I struck, until I
began to believe that I had been blacklisted. In time my money gave out.
I wrote to my wife and she sent me money. When that was gone I se