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He told a little incident of how the harbor learned he was here . About nine o'clock one morning , as he was waiting his chance to get into one of the North River docks , a teamster recognized him there from a picture of him he had once seen . The news traveled swiftly along the docks , out onto piers and into ships . And at noon , way over in Hoboken , Marsh had overheard a German docker say to the man eating lunch beside him , `` I hear dot tamn fool anarchist Marsh is raising hell ofer dere in New York . '' `` But I was n't raising hell , '' he drawled . `` I was over here studying literature . '' And he drew out from his pocket a tattered copy of a report , the result of a careful investigation of work on the docks , made recently by a most conservative philanthropic organization . ''