The trust had shoved the price so low they couldn't hardly make a living.
So they organized and said they would all hold their tobaccer fur a fair price.

But some of the farmers wouldn't organize--said they had a right to do what they pleased with their own tobaccer.

So the night-riders was formed to burn their barns and ruin their crops and whip 'em and shoot 'em and make 'em jine.

And also to burn a few trust warehouses now and then, and show 'em this free American people, composed mainly out of the Angle-Saxton races, wasn't going to take no sass from anybody.
An old feller by the name of Rufe Daniels who wouldn't jine the night-riders had been shot to death on his own door step, jest about a mile away, only a week or so before.

The night-riders mostly used these here automatic shot-guns, but they didn't bother with birdshot.