confined to the outskirts of the city. Migratory
workers traveling to and from various jobs were taken from the trains,
beaten, robbed and deported. As an example of McRae's methods and as
depicting a phase of the life of the migratory worker the story of
"Sergeant" John J. Keenan, sixty-five years old, and still actively at
work, is of particular interest:

"I left Great Falls, Mont., about the 5th of September after I had been
working on a machine in the harvest about nine miles from town. The boys
gathered together--they were coming from North Dakota--and we all came
thru together. We had an organization among ourselves. We carried our
cards. There was a delegate with us, a field delegate, and I was
spokesman, elected by the rank and file of the twenty-two. There was
another division from North Dakota on the same train with us, going to
Wenatchee to pick apples. We were going to Seattle. I winter in Seattle
every year and work on the snow sheds.

"We carried our cooking utensils with us, and when we got off at a
station we sent our committee of three and bought our provisions in the
store, and two of the cooks cooked the food, and we ate it and took the
next train and came on. This happened wherever we stopped.

"We arrived in Snohomish, Wash., on Sept. 23rd at about 8:45 in the
morning. When the committee came down I sent out and they brought me
back the bills--I was the treasurer as well--one man carried the funds,
and they brought back $4.90 worth of food down, including two frying
pans, and when I was about cooking, a freight train from Everett pulled
in and a little boy, who was maybe about ten years old, he says, 'Dad,
are you an I. W. W.?' I says, 'I am, son.' 'Well,' he says, 'there are a
whole bunch of deputies coming out after you.' I laughed at the boy, I
thought he was joshing me.

"About half an hour after the boy told me this the deputies appeared. In
the first bunch were forty-two, and then Sheriff McRae came with more,
making altogether, what I counted, sixty-four. The first bunch came
around the bush alongside the railroad track where I was and the sheriff
came in about twenty minutes later with his bunch from the opposite way.

"In the first bunch was a fat, stout fellow with two guns. He had a
chief's badge--a chief of police's badge--on him. He was facing toward
the fire and he says, 'If you move a step, I will fill you full of
lead!' I laughed at him, says I, 'What does this outrage mean?' Th