Visiting his cottage, consisting of one room and a "lean-to," I found his wife ill with fever, a fever-stricken babe in her arms, the second child lying dead on the bed.

In answer to my soft-spoken questions: Yes, she was pining (starving), there was no work.

Why did she leave the dead child on the bed?
Because she had no other place for it till the coffin came.

And at night the unhappy, driven man, the fever-stricken wife, the fever-stricken child, the dead child, all lay in the one bed.

The farmers hated the Union because its success meant higher wages for the men, and it never struck them that they might well pay less rent to the absent landlord and higher wage to the men who tilled their fields.