no others of prominence on the scene, excepting the civil officers, and none of any consequence had appeared up to the time I left for Colorado Springs.
Witnessing the revolting sight at the depot, the crowd started down the street, where many others were encountered. Erick Johnson, or some one, said to be shift boss of the Portland Mine, was met by the crowd on Fourth Street near Victor Avenue. Nearly everyone in the crowd was condemning the tmion, calling them vile names, and charging them with the commission of killing tiie Findley miners.^ The man said to be Erick Johnson spoke up and said, "YouVe got no right to charge the union with this crime; get your evidence first; you've got no proof. I am a union man working at the Portland, and I am proud of it, and I have worked as hard as any of you carrying the injured to the hospitals; but, by God, if a union man committed this crime, I will be one of the first to help lynch him." At first I thought Johnson would be attacked, but the crowd left him, still applying vile names to the tmion men. Another union man was encountered at the corner of Fourth and Victor Avenue. He started to say some.thing when one man in the crowd told him if he would open his mouth he would kill him.
Two non-union miners went into the National Cafe, where they met a policeman, and pulling their revolvers from their podcets, they shoved them m the face of the policeman, and dared him to take their gims away.
By this time the streets were thronged with non-union miners and sympathizers, and the crowd more and more angered. It was then that a desperate-looking man who was under the influence of drink began a tirade against the union miners employed at the Portland Mine, and a number of men in the crowd took up the cry^ihey were of the lawless ele-
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ment and all unknown to me. There were cries of "Let's go