Boys all over the city were quickly crying extras of the "Labor-party"
organ, the first column of which was headed:
BUTCHER STIRLING
THE NOMINEE OF THE DEMOCRATIC PARTY
SHOOTS DOWN UNARMED MEN
IN
COLD BLOOD.
This was supplemented by inflammatory broadsides. Men stood up on
fences, lamp-posts, or barrels, wherever they could get an audience, and
shrieked out invectives against police, troops, government, and
property; and waved red flags. Orders went out to embody more regiments.
Timid people retired indoors, and bolted their shutters. The streets
became deserted, except where they were filled by groups of angry men
listening to angrier speakers. It was not a calm night in New York.
Yet in reality, the condition was less serious, for representatives of
Capital, Labor, and Government were in consultation. Inside the
station, in the Directors' room of the railroad, its officials, a
committee of the strikers, and an officer in fatigue uniform, with a
face to match, were seated in great leather-covered chairs, around a
large table.
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