Their leaders were executed for sedition or confined in madhouses.

Those who were executed went to their deaths with all the gladness of martyrs.

It was a time of madness.

The unrest spread.

In the swamps and deserts and waste places, from Florida to Alaska, the small groups of Indians that survived were dancing ghost dances and waiting the coming of a Messiah of their own.
And through it all, with a serenity and certitude that was terrifying, continued to rise the form of that monster of the ages, the Oligarchy.
With iron hand and iron heel it mastered the surging millions, out of confusion brought order, out of the very chaos wrought its own foundation and structure.
"Just wait till we get in," the Grangers said--Calvin said it to us in our Pell Street quarters.