"It's safer than to blow up a armory or a powder mill, or even a public building--and we done all that, while the war was on.

We'll give 'em Force! This Republic be damned--there is no republic but the republic of Man!" These familiar doctrines seemed to excite the applause usual among hearers of this sort.

There was a chorus of approval, so that their orator went on, much inspired.
"People in Gallatin offered a thousand dollars for one man catched putting matches in a threshing machine.

Other ranchers was willing to give a thousand if they found out what made their hay get a-fire! Hah! They don't know how we set a bomb so the sun'll start it! They don't think that the very fellers running the threshing machine is the ones that drops the matches in! They don't think that the man running the mowing machine is the one that fixes the sickle bar! They don't think that the man in charge of this here road gang is the one that's a-doctoring trees! "They're still eating all sorts of things for bread now," he resumed.
"Folks in the cities pays more and more.

Wheat'll go to four dollars before we're through.