The chief spokesman was Captain O’Connor whose words evoked great cheering.  He said, “Friends, we meet this morning to strike for our freedom.  How do you like being fenced out from your work?  What will your families do for a roof when the snows come and you have no bread for your children?  We are assembled here not for talk, but for action.  I hold in my hand a resolution which we must pass.  Let me read it:  ’Resolved, that we, the employees of The Harrisville Iron & Steel Co., having been driven out of our positions by a soulless corporation which promised a return to former wages when the times improved, will not re-engage our services to the Harrisville Iron & Steel Co. till the promised restoration of wages is granted.”  This resolution was unanimously carried, with hurrahs and beating of the drums.

“Bravo men!  Here is another resolution for your action,” and Captain O’Connor read it as follows:  “American citizens!  In the spirit of brotherly love we appeal to you citizens and taxpayers of Harrisville for fair play.  Four years ago the employees of the Harrisville Iron & Steel Co. bowed before the law, and we should continue to do so had we not discovered that the law, the judges, and the government seem to be for the rich alone.  But we prefer liberty to slavery, and war to starvation.  Again we lay down our tools and seek to arouse public sympathy in our behalf.  Again we plead the righteousness of our cause, and may the God of the poor help us.”

This resolution was carried with shouts and the throwing up of hats.  The band began playing, and the procession headed by Captain O’Connor and his assistants moved forward.

A third of the sober-minded of the employees soon dropped out of the procession, while three thousand or more, many of them foreigners, were only too glad to escape the everyday serfdom of a steel plant.  All were armed with clubs and stones.  When O’Connor from the hill-top looked back upon the mob that filled the street down into the valley and far up the opposite hill, his courage for a moment failed him.

“What shall I do with this vast army?” he said to himself.  Just then the employees made a rush for the company’s furnaces by the riverside, filling the yards and approaches, shouting “Bank the fires!  Down with capital!”

The big engines were stopped and the furnaces were left to cool.  Frightened faces of women and children filled the door-ways and windows of the many little brown houses on the hillside.  Success emboldened the strikers whose numbers were now greatly augmented.  Again the band played and the strike managers shouted, “Forward!”

The route taken was along an aristocratic avenue where the wealthy resided.  Windows and doors were suddenly closed, and the terrified occupants forgot their riches, their diamonds, and their fine dress, and thought only of safety.  Vulcans of the steel works, each armed with a club, occupied the avenue for two miles.  Evidences of hunger and vengeance were in their faces and sadly worn garments were on their backs.