n. It was significant that several members of the Chamber
of Commerce called for a certain paragraph to be reread. It was this:

"If you working-men could only stand together you could do in this
country what has been done in Russia," declared the I.W.W. orator.
"You know what the working-men did there to the slimy curs, the
gunmen, and the stool-pigeons of the capitalistic class. They bumped
them off. They sent them up to say, 'Good morning, Jesus.'"

After a moment of muttering and another silence the president again
addressed the meeting:

"Gentlemen, we have Anderson of Golden Valley with us to-day. If
there are any of you present who do not know him, you surely have
heard of him. His people were pioneers. He was born in Washington.
He is a type of the men who have made the Northwest. He fought the
Indians in early days and packed a gun for the outlaws--and to-day,
gentlemen, he owns a farm as big as Spokane County. We want to hear
from him."

When Anderson rose to reply it was seen that he was pale and somber.
Slowly he gazed at the assembly of waiting men, bowed; then he began,
impressively:

"Gentlemen an' friends, I wish I didn't have to throw a bomb into
this here camp-fire talk. But I've got to. You're all talkin' I.W.W.
Facts have been told showin' a strange an' sudden growth of this
here four-flush labor union. We've had dealin's with them for
several years. But this year it's different.... All at once they've
multiplied and strengthened. There's somethin' behind them. A big
unseen hand is stackin' the deck.... An', countrymen, that
tremendous power is German gold!"

Anderson's deep voice rang like a bell. His hearers sat perfectly
silent. No surprise showed, but faces grew set and hard. After a pause
of suspense, in which his denunciation had time to sink in, Anderson
resumed:

"A few weeks ago a young man, a stranger, came to me an' asked for a
job. He could do anythin', he said. An' I hired him to drive my car.
But he wasn't much of a driver. We went up in the Bend country one
day, an' on that trip I got suspicious of him. I caught him talkin'
to what I reckoned was I.W.W. men. An' then, back home again, I
watched him an' kept my ears open. It didn't take long for me to
find discontent among my farm-hands. I hire about a hundred hands on
my ranches durin' the long off season, an' when ha