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was another old gentleman with a chin beard, fat, middling fat, probably
my own age, and he picked up my coat which was lying alongside me and
looked at my button. He says, 'Oh, undesirable citizen!' I says, 'What
do you mean?' He says, 'Are you an I. W. W.?' I says, 'I am, and I am
more than proud of it!' 'Well,' he says, 'we don't want you in this
county.' I says, 'Sure?' He says, 'Yes.' I says, 'Well, I am not going
to stay in this county, I am going to cook breakfast and go to Seattle.'
He says, 'Do you understand what this means?' I says, 'No.' He says,
'The sheriff will be here in a few minutes and he will tell you what it
means.' I heard afterward that this man was the mayor of Snohomish.

"I was sitting right opposite the fire with my coffee and bread and meat
in my hand when Sheriff McRae came up and says, 'Who is this bunch?' So
a tall, black deputy, a tall, dark complected fellow, says, 'They are a
bunch of harvest hands coming from North Dakota.' McRae says, 'Did you
search these men?' And he says, 'Yes.' 'Did you find any shooting arms
on them?' He says, 'No.' They had searched us and we had no guns or
clubs.

"McRae then asked, 'Who is their leader?' and this old gentleman that
spoke to me first, he says, 'They have no leader, but that old man over
there is the spokesman.' So he came over to me and says, 'Where are you
going?' I says, 'I am going to Seattle.' Then he used an expression that
I don't think is fit for ladies to hear. I says, 'My mother was a lady
and she never raised any of us by the name you have mentioned, and,' I
says, 'I don't think I have done anything that I will have to walk out
of the county.' He says, 'Do you see that track?' I says, 'Yes.' He
says, 'Well, you will walk down that track!' I says, 'But for these
twenty-one men that are here in my hands I wouldn't walk a foot for
you.' He says, 'You get out. I am going to shoot all these things to
pieces.' I says, 'You will shoot nothing to pieces, I bought them with
my hard-earned money.' He says, 'All right, take them with you.' Then he
shot up the cans and things, and he says, 'That is the track to Seattle
and you go up it, and if I ever catch you in this county again you will
get what you are looking for.'

"So we walked up the hill toward Seattle and there is a town, I think
they call it Maltby, and we got there between four and five o'clock in
the evening. Fellow Worker Thornton, Adams and Love were the committee
men and th