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 All day the white-lipped mothers came To search the sheeted dead; And Horror strode the blackened walls. Where Death had walked in red.

But Max Rogosky did not weep. (He knew that tears were vain.) He paid the System's price, and lived To lock his doors again.

(See pages 181, 492, 507)

The strongest castle, tower and town, The golden bullet beats it down.

The Miner's Tale

(A tragedy at Coal Creek, Tennessee, May 19, 1902)

The lord of us he lay in his bed— Good right had he, good right! But we were up before night had fled, Out to the mine in the dawning red; Slaves were we all, by hunger led Into the land of night.

The master knew of our danger well, We also knew—we knew. His greed for profits had served him well,