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Manson, his face gray with pain, was nursing a dangling arm, and round them the derelicts of battle were strewn grotesquely. But it was Fisette who spoke first. "By Gar!" he said with flashing teeth, "she's one big fight, eh!" Silence spread again over the works. An armed picket was left at the big gates, while the rest of the troops patrolled suddenly deserted streets in Ironville.
"Through ignorance yes; but they cannot support life. At least, unassisted." Now came this exciting telegram: IRONVILLE, N. Y., 9.30 A.M. Just arrived. This village in consternation. Elephant passed through here at five this morning. Some say he went east some say west, some north, some south but all say they did not wait to notice, particularly.
Marys was, in truth, stupefied, and when the first shock began to smooth itself out, the reality of the thing became grimly apparent, and then arose the first rumor of trouble in Ironville, that straggling settlement of shacks where dwelt the bone and muscle of the works. To the Swede and Polander there was no suggestion of achievement in the vast buildings in which they labored.
A slowly thickening stream of Swedes, Poles and Hungarians filed out of the big gates, and Ironville was, in mid-afternoon, populated with a puzzled multitude that repaired automatically to the saloons. Through pulp mills and machine shops, through power and pumping stations, the story went, growing as rapidly as it spread.
The inspector was as self-contained as a graven image. He calmly touched his bell. "Alaric, send Captain Burns here." Burns appeared. "How many men are ready for instant orders?" "Ninety-six, sir." "Send them north at once. Let them concentrate along the line of the Berkley road north of Ironville." "Yes, sir." "Let them conduct their movements with the utmost secrecy.
It was good to be out of Ironville. On the way down they passed Clark, and with boyish abandon waved their hats in greeting, Clark smiled back and whirled on. The sight of them provoked the question in his mind and brought it closer. What if these men were not paid next week, as they were promised? Returning to his office, he devoted himself to innumerable details affecting the iron works.
At the terminus of the car line a new town had sprung up. In Ironville dwelt the brawn and bone of the works. The place was not restful like St. Marys, but a heterogeneous collection of sprawling cabins, corner saloons and grocery stores where the food was piled on sidewalk stands and gathered to itself the smoke and grime of the works when the wind came up from the south.
Marys seen the white spruce shaven of its brown bark and ground and sheeted and loaded into the gaping holds of Clark's steamships seen the blast furnaces vomit their molten metal seen the rhythmic pumps and dynamos send water and light through every artery of the young city seen the veneer mills ripping out flexible miles of their satiny wood seen the power house on the American side making carbide to the low rumble of thousands of horsepower, and seen the electric railway that linked Ironville with St.
Dibbott for one." "Then you can put Mrs. Dibbott right." "Will what has happened at the works make much difference here?" "Probably a good deal. I'm looking for trouble." "Up at Ironville?" she said anxiously. "But I'm good for it." He stretched his great arms, feeling strangely free and fit for his duty. "What about Mr. Clark?" At this Manson grew suddenly thoughtful.
Yet, for all of this, it did not seem possible that the whole structure was tumbling, the structure on which so many years of labor so much genius and enthusiasm so many millions had been lavished, until one afternoon a drunken Swede threw a stone into a butcher's window in Ironville and, putting forth a horny hand, seized a side of bacon and set forth, reeling, down the street.
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