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"Colonel Stirling," he continued, "we know you're our friend. But you can't stay so if you fight labor. Take your choice. Be the rich man's servant, or our friend." "I know neither rich man nor poor man in this," Colonel Stirling said. "I know only the law." "You'll let the scabs go on?" "I know no such class. If I find any man doing what the law allows him to do, I shall not interfere.
TIMOTHY. He recognize the union! He'll recognize the devil first! Even Dr. Jonathan, with all the persuasion he has, couldn't get Mr. Pindar to recognize the union. He'll close down the shops, and it's hunting a job I'll be, and I here going on thirty years. RENCH. If he closes the shops what then? The blood of the soldiers'll be on his head, not ours. If there were fewer scabs in the country
Some men were pushing these with their breasts and arms, while others were yoked to them and were pulling them. The friction of the straps had formed purulent scabs round about their armpits such as are seen on asses' withers, and the end of the limp black rag, which scarcely covered their loins, hung down and flapped against their hams like a long tail.
"Keep quiet yourself, McNish," replied the man, still pushing his way toward the front. "Heaven help us now," said Maitland. "It's Tony, and drunk at that!" It was indeed Tony, without hat, coat or vest. "McNish, we want those scabs," said Tony, in drunken gravity. "There are nae scabs here. Haud ye're drunken tongue," said McNish savagely.
Her gaze was wandering, her look diffident, her face purulent with scabs; one of her lower eyelids, drawn in as the result of some ailment, exposed the bloody, turbid inside of her eyeball. Death would stalk about in her tatters, in house slippers, with a tin-box and an old basket into which she gathered her findings.
"McNish," persisted Tony in a grave and perfectly courteous tone, "you're a liar. The scabs are in that office." A roar again swept the crowd. "Men, listen to me," pleaded McNish. "A'll tell ye about the scabs. They are in the office yonder. But I have Captain Maitland's word o' honour that they will be shipped out of town by the first train." A savage yell answered him.
Others were sent in to attend upon the prisoners, with the scabs of that disorder upon them. "'Some of the prisoners soon caught the disorder, others were down with the flux, and some from fevers.
You've got scabs on your nose. You've got scabs on your nose. See!" I hadn't either, and neither had the Swede. Our noses were all right. The direct bearing of his words was beyond our comprehension, but the indirect bearing was clear as print: he didn't like our looks, and beer was evidently ten cents a glass.
I have seen a great deal in my life! Choose your companions with care, for there are people just as contagious as a disease. At first you cannot tell them even when you see them; he looks to be a man like everybody else, and, suddenly, without being aware of it yourself, you will start to imitate him in life. You look around and you find that you have contracted his scabs.
That the releasing of one class of women from household labor by sending another class of women into the factory, there to perform their historic tasks of cooking, sewing, and laundry work, was to result in the humanizing of industry, no mind ever prophesied. Yet these things are coming. The scabs of the labor world are becoming the co-workers instead of the competitors of men.
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