his neck; this other at the masthead high shouting to foreign Shores for
help we do not need.

Never did the black flag of a Caesar or a Napoleon III. bear down on a
richer-laden prey than this helpless hulk and its jabbering crew.

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Through Confiscation, and Confiscation alone, can we restore the
conditions that are necessary to the life of the Republic.

Confiscation is a forbidding word. We associate it with the sheriff's
writ, and with the idea of distress in some form, and with bloody war
itself, its greatest field of operation. It is one of the few words in
the vocabulary of Might. Without Might there would be no such word, and
the weak have ever been the prey of both. But it is a plain word. As
plain as are the conditions under which we are now living. There is no
mistaking its meaning. And having the same momentous work ahead of us -
of gaining our freedom, and throwing off the yoke of our latest master -
as that which confronted the founders of the Republic, we cannot go to a
nursery rhyme for a word to describe that work.

It is the way in which Might is to restore our lost liberties and
resources that is of the gravest concern to all, and not the word used
to describe the result of what Might shall do.

Justice is due. But how is it to arrive? By way of the ballot, or over
the same bloodstained road in use before the ballot was discovered?

If the plundered and starving have lost faith in the ballot, and sheer