rowd drifted from the
graveside, but hundreds of them reassembled almost automatically and
marched to the King County jail. Standing there, just outside of the
very heart of the great city, the crowd, led by the I. W. W. choir, sang
song after song from the revolutionary hymnal--the little red song book,
each song being answered by one from the free speech prisoners confined
in the jail. The service lasted until late in the day and, to complete
the one labor day that is as broad as the world itself, a meeting was
held in one of the largest halls of the city. At this meeting the final
collection for the Everett Prisoners' Defense was taken and at the
request of the imprisoned men one half of the proceeds was sent to aid
in the liberation of Tom Mooney and his fellow victims of the Merchants'
and Manufacturers' Association in San Francisco.

There remained but the reading of the instructions of the court and the
addresses by the counsel for either side to complete this epoch making
case and place it in the hands of the jury for their final verdict.

CHAPTER VIII.

PLEADINGS AND THE VERDICT

The instructions of the court, carefully prepared by Judge J. T. Ronald,
required sixty-five minutes in the reading. These instructions were
divided into twenty-three sections, each section representing a
different phase of the case. Herewith is presented the first section in
its entirety and a summary of the remaining portion:

"Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury:

"My responsibility is to decide all questions of law in this case; yours
to decide one question of fact. With these instructions my
responsibility practically ends, your commences. You have taken a solemn
oath that 'you will well and truly try and true delivery make between
the State of Washington and the prisoner at the bar, whom you have in
charge, according to the evidence.'

"There is no escape from the responsibility which has come to you, save
in the faithful effort to render a true verdict. Any verdict other than
one based upon pure conscience will be an injustice. An honest juror
yields to no friendship, nor bears any enmity. He is moved by no
sympathy, nor influenced by any prejudice. He seeks the approval of no
one, nor fears the condemnation of anyone--save that one unerring,
silent monitor, his own conscience. Disregard this whispering voice in
yourself and you may fool the public, you may fool the defendant, you
may, hereafter, with some effort, e