General Folsom had a bit of news.  An attempt had been made to place army telegraphers in the telegraph offices, but the wires had been cut in every direction.  This was, so far, the one unlawful act committed by labour, and that it was a concerted act he was fully convinced.  He had communicated by wireless with the army post at Benicia, the telegraph lines were even then being patrolled by soldiers all the way to Sacramento.  Once, for one short instant, they had got the Sacramento call, then the wires, somewhere, were cut again.  General Folsom reasoned that similar attempts to open communication were being made by the authorities all the way across the continent, but he was non-committal as to whether or not he thought the attempt would succeed.  What worried him was the wire-cutting; he could not but believe that it was an important part of the deep-laid labour conspiracy.  Also, he regretted that the Government had not long since established its projected chain of wireless stations.

The days came and went, and for a while it was a humdrum time.  Nothing happened.  The edge of excitement had become blunted.  The streets were not so crowded.  The working class did not come uptown any more to see how we were taking the strike.  And there were not so many automobiles running around.  The repair-shops and garages were closed, and whenever a machine broke down it went out of commission.  The clutch on mine broke, and neither love nor money could get it repaired.  Like the rest, I was now walking.  San Francisco lay dead, and we did not know what was happening over the rest of the country.  But from the very fact that we did not know we could conclude only that the rest of the country lay as dead as San Francisco.  From time to time the city was placarded with the proclamations of organized labour—­these had been printed months before, and evidenced how thoroughly the I.L.W. had prepared for the strike.  Every detail had been worked out long in advance.  No violence had occurred as yet, with the exception of the shooting of a few wire-cutters by the soldiers, but the people of the slums were starving and growing ominously restless.

The business men, the millionaires, and the professional class held meetings and passed resolutions, but there was no way of making the proclamations public.  They could not even get them printed.  One result of these meetings, however, was that General Folsom was persuaded into taking military possession of the wholesale houses and of all the flour, grain, and food warehouses.  It was high time, for suffering was becoming acute in the homes of the rich, and bread-lines were necessary.  I knew that my servants were beginning to draw long faces, and it was amazing—­the hole they made in my stock of provisions.  In fact, as I afterward surmised, each servant was stealing from me and secreting a private stock of provisions for himself.