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 and freezing of their own kith and kin to the shooting of workingmen in Idaho bull pens.

I can't stand for the master class, with their slave pens and sweatshops and stolen wealth on one side and their gatling guns and armed thugs on the other, to slobber over murder.

I have no mortal use for the self-confessed methods of James McNamara—but I have a damned sight less use for the whole pack of hypocritical thieves that have stolen their millions and back their stolen property with cannon.

Pardon my strong language, but nothing less fits the case.

The wan, hungry faces of the outraged victims, the sobs of the women and babies—oh, the horrible murders of Mammon. These haunt me and will when the McNamara affair is long forgotten.

For me, I take my pledge with George Kirkpatrick:

Nay, more—I refuse to uphold a Christless system that makes an Otis hire hungry scabs and drives a rebellious workingman to deeds of violence in retaliation.