CHAPTER XII

CARPENTERS QUIT WORK

On Friday, August 30, I was obliged to go to a western city on business

that would keep me from four to ten days. I turned my face away from the

farm with regret. I could hardly realize that I had spent but one month

in my new life, the old interests had slipped so far behind. I was

reluctant to lose sight, even for a week, of the intensely interesting

things that were doing at Four Oaks. Polly said she would go to Four

Oaks every day, and keep so watchful an eye on the farm that it could

not possibly get away.

"You're getting a little bit maudlin about that farm, Mr. Headman, and

it will do you good to get away for a few days. There are _some other_

things in life, though I admit they are few, and we are not to forget

them. I am up to my ears in plans for the house and the home lot; but I

can't quite see what you find so interesting in tearing down old barns

and fences and turning over old sods."

"Every heart knoweth its own sorrow, Polly, and I have my troubles."

Friday evening, September 6, I returned from the west. My first

greeting was,--

"How's the farm, Polly?"

"It's there, or was yesterday; I think you'll find things running

smoothly."

"Have they sowed the alfalfa and cut the oats?"

"Yes."

"Finished the farm-house?"

"No, not quite, but the painters are there, and Nelson has commenced

work on two other buildings."

"What time can I breakfast? I must catch the 8.10 train, and spend a

long day where things are doing."

Things were humming at Four Oaks when I arrived. Ten carpenters besides

Nelson and his son were pounding, sawing, and making confusion in all

sorts of ways peculiar to their kind. The ploughmen were busy. Thompson

and the other two men were shocking oats. I spent the day roaming around

the place, watching the work and building castles. I went to the alfalfa

field to see if the seed had sprouted. Disappointed in this, I wandered

down to the brook and planned some abridgment of its meanderings. It

could be straightened and kept within bounds without great expense if

the work were done in a dry season. Polly had asked for a winding brook

with a fringe of willows and dogwood, but I would not make this

concession to her esthetic taste. This farm land must be useful to the

sacrifice of everything else. A winding brook would be all right on the

home lot, if it could be found, but not on the farm. A straight ditch

for drainage was all that I would permit, and I begrudged even that. No

waste land in the cultivated fields, was my motto. I had threshed this

out with Polly and she had yielded, after stipulating that I must keep

my hands off the home forty.

Over in the woods I found two men at work splitting fence posts. They

seemed expert, and I asked them how many they could make in a day.

"From 90 to 125, according to the timber. But we must work hard to make

good wages."

"That applies to other things besides post-splitting, doesn't it?"

Closer inspection of the wood lot gratified me exceedingly. Little had

been done for it except by Nature, but she had worked with so prodigal a

hand that it showed all kinds of possibilities, both for beauty and for

utility. Before leaving the place, I had a little talk with Nelson.

"Everything is going on nicely," he said. "I have ten carpenters, and

they are a busy lot. If I can only hold them on to the job, things will

go well."

"What's the matter? Can't you hold them?"

"I hope so, but there is a hoisters' strike on in the city, and the

carpenters threaten to go out in sympathy. I hope it won't reach us,

but I'm afraid it will."

"What will you do if the men go out?"

"Do the best I can. I can get two non-union men that I know of. They

would like to be on this job now, but these men won't permit it. My son

is a full hand, so there will be four of us; but it will be slow work."

"See here, Nelson, I can't have this work slack up. We haven't time.

Cold weather will be on before we know it. I'm going to take this bull

by the horns. I'll advertise for carpenters in the Sunday papers. Some

of those who apply will be non-union men, and I'll hold them over for a

few days until we see how the cat jumps. If it comes to the worst, we

can get some men to take the place of Thompson and Sam, who are

carpenters, and set them at the tools. I will not let this work stop,

strike or no strike."

"If you put non-union men on you will have to feed and sleep them on the

place. The union will make it hot for them."

"I will take all kinds of care of every man who gives me honest work,

you may be sure."

When I returned to town I sent this "ad." to two papers: "Wanted: Ten

good carpenters to go to the country." The Sunday papers gave a lurid

account of the sentiment of the Carpenters' Union and its sympathetic

attitude toward the striking hoisters. The forecast was that there would

not be a nail driven if the strike were not settled by Tuesday night.

It seemed that I had not moved a day too soon. On Monday thirty-seven

carpenters applied at my office. Most of them had union tickets and were

not considered. Thirteen, however, were not of the union, and they were

investigated. I hired seven on these conditions: wages to begin the next

day, Tuesday, and to continue through the week, work or no work. If the

strike was ordered, I would take the men to the country and give them

steady work until my jobs were finished. They agreed to these

conditions, and were requested to report at my office on Wednesday

morning to receive two days' pay, and perhaps to be set to work.

I did not go to the farm until Tuesday afternoon. There was no change in

the strike, and no reason to expect one. The noon papers said that the

Carpenters' Union would declare a sympathetic strike to be on from

Wednesday noon.

On reaching Four Oaks I called Nelson aside and told him how the land

lay and what I had done.

"I want you to call the men together," said I, "and let me talk to them.

I must know just how we stand and how they feel."

Nelson called the men, and I read the reports from two papers on the

impending strike order.

"Now, men," said I, "we must look this matter in the face in a

businesslike fashion. You have done good work here; your boss is

satisfied, and so am I. It would suit us down to the ground if you

would continue on until all these jobs are finished. We can give you a

lot of work for the best part of the year. You are sure of work and sure

of pay if you stay with us. That is all I have to say until you have

decided for yourselves what you will do if the strike is ordered."

I left the men for a short time, while they talked things over. It did

not take them long to decide.

"We must stand by the union," said the spokesman, "but we'll be damned

sorry to quit this job. You see, sir, we can't do any other way. We have

to be in the union to get work, and we have to do as the union says or

we will be kicked out. It is hard, sir, not to do a hit of a hammer for

weeks or months with a family on one's hands and winter coming; but what

can a man do? We don't see our way clear in this matter, but we must do

as the union says."

"I see how you are fixed," said I, "and I am mighty sorry for you. I am

not going to rail against unions, for they may have done some good; but

they work a serious wrong to the man with a family, for he cannot follow

them without bringing hardships upon his dependent ones. It is not fair

to yoke him up with a single man who has no natural claims to satisfy,

no mouth to feed except his own; but I will talk business.

"You will be ordered out to-morrow or next day, and you say you will

obey the order. You have an undoubted right to do so. A man is not a

slave, to be made to work against his will; but, on the other hand, is

he not a slave if he is forced to quit against his will? Freedom of

action in personal matters is a right which wise men have fought for and

for which wise men will always fight. Do you find it in the union? What

shall I do when you quit work? How long are you going to stay out? What

will become of my interests while you are following the lead of your

bell-wethers? Shall my work stop because you have been called out for a

holiday? Shall the weeds grow over these walls and my lumber rot while

you sit idly by? Not by a long sight! You have a perfect right to quit

work, and I have a perfect right to continue.

"The rights which we claim for ourselves we must grant to others. One

man certainly has as defensible a right to work as another man has to be

idle. In the legitimate exercise of personal freedom there is no effort

at coercion, and in this case there shall be none. If you choose to

quit, you will do so without let or hindrance from me; but if you quit,

others will take your places without let or hindrance from you. You will

be paid in full to-night. When you leave, you must take your tools with

you, that there may be no excuse for coming back. When you leave the

place, the incident will be closed so far as you and I are concerned,

and it will not be opened unless I find some of you trying to interfere

with the men I shall engage to take your places. I think you make a

serious mistake in following blind leaders who are doing you material

injury, for sentimental reasons; but you must decide this for

yourselves. If, after sober thought, any of you feel disposed to return,

you can get a job if there is a vacancy; but no man who works for me

during this strike will be displaced by a striker. You may put that in

your pipes and smoke it. Nelson will pay you off to-night."

The strike was ordered for Wednesday. On the morning of that day the

seven carpenters whom I had engaged arrived at my office ready for work.

I took them to the station and started for Four Oaks. At a station five

miles from Exeter we quitted the train, hired two carriages, and were

driven to the farm without passing through the village.

We arrived without incident, the men had their dinners, and at one

o'clock the hammers and saws were busy again. We had lost but one half

day. The two non-union men whom Nelson had spoken of were also at work,

and three days later the spokesman of the strikers threw up his card and

joined our force. We had no serious trouble. It was thought wise to keep

the new men on the place until the excitement had passed, and we had to

warn some of the old ones off two or three times, but nothing

disagreeable happened, and from that day to this Four Oaks has remained

non-unionized.

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