It was the year 1771. A motley crew of peasants had assembled outside the front door of the cotton mill. They were protesting over the owner’s treatment of children.
Children as young as six were being made to work in the mill for up to sixteen hours a day. He had whippers watching ready to whip if a child fell asleep. He chained the children to their work so they couldn’t run away.
So there they were, this dirty band of ignorant poor people standing outside his door. Making demands. Demands.
Sir Robert got his gun and shot the ring-leader dead. Yep. There was no quicker way to get them back to work.