human
I'm here, he boomed out in his great voice,
gpt
The police were waiting for him to put his toe across the line of defiance.
human
We'll transgress this order of little Joe Calvin's--why, he might as well post a trespass notice against snowslides as against this forward moving cause of labor. His voice rose,
gpt
I'm here to tell you that under your rights as citizens of this Republic, and under your rights in the coming Democracy of Labor, I bid you tear up these martial law proclamations to kindle fires in your stoves.
human
Listen, he cried,
gpt
I'm going to give you better evidence than that against me. I, as the leader of this strike--take this down, Mr. Stenographer, there--I'll say it slowly; I, as the leader of this movement of the Democracy of Labor, as the preacher preaching the era of good will and comradeship all over the earth, bid you, my fellow-workers, meet to preach Christ's workingman's gospel wherever you can hire a hall or rent a lot, to parade your own streets, and to bare your heads to clubs and your breasts to bullets if need be to restore in this district the right of trial by jury in times of peace. And now, --the crowd roared its approval. He glared defiance at the policemen. He raised his voice above the din,
human
And now I want to tell you something more. Our property in these mills and mines-- again the crowd bellowed its joyous approval of his words and Grant's face lighted madly,