ars of age, had her head
cut open by one of Sheriff McRae's Commercial Club tools."

Roberts ran down the street to the interurban depot, where he hid behind
a freight car until just before the car left for Seattle. Feinberg, with
his face and clothing covered with blood, got on the same car about a
mile and a half from Everett and the two returned to Seattle.

John Ovist, a resident of Mukilteo who had joined the I. W. W. in
Everett on Labor Day, got on the box and said, "Fellow comrades----" but
got no further. He was knocked from the box. Ovist states: "Mr. Henig
was standing alongside of me when Sheriff McRae came up and cracked him
over the forehead with a club. I don't know what else happened to him
for just then Sheriff McRae came in front of me and pushed the fellow
off the box. When the two fellows were arrested I started to speak and
McRae took me and turned me over to one of them--I don't know what you
call them--deputies, or whatever they are. He had a white handkerchief
around his neck and he took me toward the county jail. There was a
policeman standing in front of the jail. If I am not mistaken his name
is Ryan, a short heavy-set fellow. I walked by him. Of course, I never
thought he was going to hit me, but I felt something over behind. He hit
me with a club behind the ear and cut my head until it was bleeding
awful."

"When we came to the county jail, Henig, he was in there already. His
face was red and he was full of blood. And they took us into the toilet
to have us wash the blood off, and when I came back I heard screams and
pounding.

"Then the sheriff recognized me, he had been down in Mukilteo before,
and he says, 'What are you doing up here?' I said, 'Well, I didn't come
up here, they brought me up here.' He says, 'You are a member of the I.
W. W., too.' So I told him, 'I don't see why I should come and ask you
what organization I should belong to!' So he opened the gate and says,
'Here is a fellow from Mukilteo,' he says. 'Beat it!' And I seen, I
guess--a hundred and fifty or maybe two hundred, I didn't have time to
count them, right out back of the jail lined up in lines on either side.
And I had to run between them and come out the other end. They banged me
on the head with clubs, and all over. I looked bad and I felt worse. I
had blue marks on my shoulders and on my hips and under my knees.

"I got thru them and there was a couple ran after me, but I beat it
ahead of them. I guess they i