It was too terrible and awful to be true.

But there was Jackson, and Jackson's arm, and the blood that stained my gown and dripped from my own roof-beams.

And there were many Jacksons--hundreds of them in the mills alone, as Jackson himself had said.

Jackson I could not escape.
I saw Mr.Wickson and Mr.Pertonwaithe, the two men who held most of the stock in the Sierra Mills.

But I could not shake them as I had shaken the mechanics in their employ.