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They dispersed a band of miners who were on the highway, armed, according to the sheriff's version, "with sticks," and bent on creating trouble in Harleigh. Did it matter that the "sticks" were flag staffs on which were displayed the White Flag of truce, and the Emblem of Liberty? News of the massacre on the highway can not be suppressed. A wave of indignation sweeps over the country.
Railroad men were warned to be on guard for washouts. The Beaver Brook and Hazle Mountain mines closed on account of high water. The mules were removed from the Ebervale, Harleigh and Beaver Brook workings. At Shenandoah the storm that raged for two days did untold damage to the mines.
But the deputies, with unerring aim, shoot down the voluntary captive. It would not be so terrible if the miners were returning the fire, if they were offering any resistance. But they are absolutely unarmed. Their mission has been to present a petition to the miners of Harleigh. The slaves of the South had enjoyed the right of petition.
Of the ten miners who run toward Harleigh, not one is spared. Three lie in the road; the snow about them tinged with their life's blood. Another is clinging with a death grip to a stunted tree, which he caught as he staggered forward, with three bullets in the back. "Mercy! mercy!" cry several of the miners. But their wail is lost on the ears of the Coal and Iron Police.
The men there and at Hazleton hold a meeting to-night to decide whether or not they will strike in sympathy with the Carbon County miners, because of the shut-down. "Now, we've got to strike the first blow! The men over at Pittsfield and at the Woodward mines will join the strikers if the Harleigh and Hazleton men go out.
‘But, egad,’ said the manager, rubbing his hands, ‘we shall make a decided hit in “Masaniello.” Harleigh sings that music admirably.’ Everybody echoed the sentiment. Mr. Harleigh smiled, and looked foolish—not an unusual thing with him—hummed’ Behold how brightly breaks the morning,’ and blushed as red as the fisherman’s nightcap he was trying on.
With either, he would not know what to do without the other, and without the one he would not want the other. "Trueman, we are going to have trouble with the men." Purdy draws a chair up to Trueman's desk. "I've just been talking over the telephone to the mine boss at Harleigh.
"Get back to Hazleton or I'll take you prisoners," shouts the sheriff. But his words are lost. The miners are terror-stricken. The sight of the police, armed with deadly rifles, has made the miners insensible to every thought and impulse but that of self-preservation. They scatter up and down the road. "Don't let them escape to Harleigh," shouts the sheriff.
They decide to go at once to Harleigh, to exert "moral suasion" on their fellow miners there. They start from the Hall unarmed, walking two by two. At the head of the line of sixty men, one carries the Stars and Stripes; another a white flag. There is nothing revolutionary about the procession.
It was equally uncertain whether the principal female singer would be sufficiently recovered from the influenza to make her appearance; Mr. Harleigh, the Masaniello of the night, was hoarse, and rather unwell, in consequence of the great quantity of lemon and sugar-candy he had eaten to improve his voice; and two flutes and a violoncello had pleaded severe colds.
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