“Have you been in the habit of attending meetings in the street?”—“No; but since I have been here seeing the sights I would stop at anything.”
“Before the police came, did you see anything disorderly?”—“It was, as I know, peaceable, like a Fourth of July.”
“Do you remember the speech of the first speaker?”—“I know the run of his talk; I kept it in my mind. He said, ‘I didn’t want to come here. Then they called me a coward, and I didn’t like to be called a coward, and that is the reason I came.’ A few words after that he said: ‘They are only 500 yards from here. Maybe by to-morrow morning I will have to die.’ I kept that on my mind. I left the meeting when the black cloud came up, and when the bomb exploded I looked around the corner, and I saw everything dark, and I thought the bomb must have blown out the lights.” [Laughter.]
“What else did you seeesee?”—“I saw the policemen and they were all around. They had the ground. I saw some of the workmen run—they were about two blocks ahead of the police.”
“Did you see the police come upon the working men?”—“They came pretty strong in Lake street, and they had the men in the gutter, and when they raised up they got another club.”
Mr. Grinnell—“What is your business?”—“Doing nothing,” replied Mr. Schultz, with a grin at the crowd, and the crowd laughed in a guarded way, because they did not wish to be fired out of the entertainment.
“How long have you been conducting that business?”—“About ten years. Before that I was mining in Montana.”
“Where is your house in Portage City?”—“The next house to the courthouse,” responded the witness with a cunning look at the Court, and there was another wild outburst of mirth from the audience. Mr. Schultz narrated a part of his early history, from which it appeared that before he became a millionaire he played the fiddle at dances; and in answer to a question as to when he began to be a musician, he said: “From nine years old. My father was a musician—it runs in the family.”
“Do you play the violin since you have been in Chicago?”—“No; my money reaches so that I don’t have to do anything.” [Laughter.]
“The first speaker was Spies, wasn’t it?”—“Oh, I can’t promise anything,” said Mr. Schultz, with a contortion of countenance which brought down the house. Judge Gary looked indignantly around and said: “Oh! be quiet!” and the crowd immediately became as demure as a Quaker meeting.