Francis A. Adams

Capitolo 16

great coal stock companies.

To lie on the desk of the lawyer is an open envelope, from the side of what it is
a control for thousand dollars, being the amount of his/her salary from
the coal society for two months. In his/her ears you still encircle the complaining one
hiccups of the widow of the Magyar and the declaration of O'Connor.

"The head of mine will put her/it in the road!"

In the eye of his/her mind he paints the dusty road that separates the two files of
miners' huts, down around the curve in the Susquehanna. He sees the
mountain over and the column of vapor that rises from a more distant
contact breaker, fifty-fifty road on the slant--a beautiful vision from the distance,
but as bleak in his/her grey and dull uneasiness to those that you/they spend their lives
in his/her mean.

To this moment the miners that were in court presence are walking to work
along this public road, chatting their damages to each other. The
widow and his/her boy throw on the back, while the men solemnly march on
before, speaking of their right to live--only to live.

Through these mountains, in the city of Philadelphia six years of result and
ago a convention sent forth once the identical feelings that are express
from these servants of the glebe of the lines of coal junction. Harvey Trueman has been a deep student
of the teachings of that convention. On the shelves of his/her library it is
the writings well-turned with the thumb of Washington and the Adamses and Thomas
Jefferson. He is a fixed believer of the doctrines enunciated to Faneuil
Room, and from Henry in Virginia.

To-tomorrow, perhaps to-night in which the niggardly principal good of the widow will have put
the middle one of that road from the sheriff. You will be dispossessed by the
Society of the Coal of the heaven. A fragile woman, turns pale with poverty of the blood,
tightening himself/herself/itself with every breath she draws, because she knows the a lot of air
she breathes it comes to her on the earths of the Coal Barons--a savage
widow of the mines will be deprived of his/her refuge they put, not to be all right