these things happening every day ruin, stared the road and the territory it served in the face.When eight bridges went up in flames the first two weeks in January oti this year there came an angry muttering that should have been sufficient warning. J. C. Murray, general manager of the road, had appealed to local, state and government officials for protection, but depredations kept on unabated. Finally, in desperation, on January 13, he issued a bulletin stating that he would discontinue operations until he was as-Mired that the railroad property would *ie protected.The news spread like a forest fire; before a gale. In every town along! tlieroad men gathered in groups on; the streets. Back in the mountains! farmers gathered in consultation, and j timber and mining men shut down j and confrred.Sunday, the day following the issuance of the bulletin calling for protection, the center of population of the whole territory began to gravi-tater toward Harrison, county seat of Boone County and general head-j quarters of the road. Circuit court; was in session there.Monday morning saw Harrison filled with the largest crowd ever drawn to that place. It was a crowd of determined men, who saw ruin staring them in the face; a democratic crowd, composed of laborers, bankers, merchants, farmers and those in every walk of life, from every industry. They were not in a pleasant frame of mind.They met in mass meeting and appointed a committee of twelve and