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Local
Agent
,
P
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and
S
.
W
.
R
.
R
.
In
the
midst
of
the
profound
silence
that
followed
,
Osterman
was
heard
to
exclaim
grimly
:
“
THAT
’
S
a
pretty
good
one
.
Tell
us
another
.
”
But
for
a
long
moment
this
was
the
only
remark
.
The
silence
widened
,
broken
only
by
the
sound
of
torn
paper
as
Annixter
,
Osterman
,
old
Broderson
,
Garnett
,
Keast
,
Gethings
,
Chattern
,
and
Dabney
opened
and
read
their
letters
.
They
were
all
to
the
same
effect
,
almost
word
for
word
like
the
Governor
’
s
.
Only
the
figures
and
the
proper
names
varied
.
In
some
cases
the
price
per
acre
was
twenty
-
two
dollars
.
In
Annixter
’
s
case
it
was
thirty
.
“
And
—
and
the
company
promised
to
sell
to
me
,
to
—
to
all
of
us
,
”
gasped
old
Broderson
,
“
at
TWO
DOLLARS
AND
A
HALF
an
acre
.
”
It
was
not
alone
the
ranchers
immediately
around
Bonneville
who
would
be
plundered
by
this
move
on
the
part
of
the
Railroad
.
The
“
alternate
section
”
system
applied
throughout
all
the
San
Joaquin
.
By
striking
at
the
Bonneville
ranchers
a
terrible
precedent
was
established
.
Of
the
crowd
of
guests
in
the
harness
room
alone
,
nearly
every
man
was
affected
,
every
man
menaced
with
ruin
.
All
of
a
million
acres
was
suddenly
involved
.
Then
suddenly
the
tempest
burst
.
A
dozen
men
were
on
their
feet
in
an
instant
,
their
teeth
set
,
their
fists
clenched
,
their
faces
purple
with
rage
.
Oaths
,
curses
,
maledictions
exploded
like
the
firing
of
successive
mines
.
Voices
quivered
with
wrath
,
hands
flung
upward
,
the
fingers
hooked
,
prehensile
,
trembled
with
anger
.
The
sense
of
wrongs
,
the
injustices
,
the
oppression
,
extortion
,
and
pillage
of
twenty
years
suddenly
culminated
and
found
voice
in
a
raucous
howl
of
execration
.
For
a
second
there
was
nothing
articulate
in
that
cry
of
savage
exasperation
,
nothing
even
intelligent
.
It
was
the
human
animal
hounded
to
its
corner
,
exploited
,
harried
to
its
last
stand
,
at
bay
,
ferocious
,
terrible
,
turning
at
last
with
bared
teeth
and
upraised
claws
to
meet
the
death
grapple
.
It
was
the
hideous
squealing
of
the
tormented
brute
,
its
back
to
the
wall
,
defending
its
lair
,
its
mate
and
its
whelps
,
ready
to
bite
,
to
rend
,
to
trample
,
to
batter
out
the
life
of
The
Enemy
in
a
primeval
,
bestial
welter
of
blood
and
fury
.
The
roar
subsided
to
intermittent
clamour
,
in
the
pauses
of
which
the
sounds
of
music
and
dancing
made
themselves
audible
once
more
.
