o the scene of the outrage to investigate. The
Ketchum brothers reported that the deputies were formed in two lines
ending in six men, three on each side of the cattle guard. A man would
be taken out of the car and two deputies would join his arms up behind
him meanwhile hammering his unprotected face from both sides as hard as
they could strike with their fists. Then the man was started down the
line, one deputy following to club him on the back to make him hurry,
and the other deputies striking with clubs and other weapons and kicking
the prisoner as he progressed. Just before reaching the cattle guard he
was made to run, and, in crossing the blades, the three men on the east
side of the track would swing their clubs upon his back while the men on
the west clubbed him across the face and stomach. This was repeated with
the men as fast as they were dragged from the autos. They also heard the
sound of blows and then cries of "Oh my God! Doc, don't hit me again,
doc, you're killing me!" Lew Ketchum took deputy Fred Luke by the coat
tails and pulled him back from the cattle guard, asking, "What are you
doing, what is going on here?" and Luke replied, "We are beating up
forty-one I. W. W.'s."

Harry Hubbard tells the story in these words from the time the autos
arrived at Beverly:

"I got out of the car with another fellow, Rice, and I says, 'We had
better stay together, it looks to me like we were going to get tamped
up,' and somebody grabbed hold of him, and I stood a minute, and then I
ran by one fellow up into the woods. Just as I got out of the radius of
the automobile lights I fell over a stump on the edge of the embankment.
I was in kind of a peculiar predicament and I had to get hold of the
stump to pull myself up, and just as I did that some fellow behind me
swung with a blackjack and grazed my temple, knocking me to my knees. I
got up and he grabbed hold of me and we both fell down the bank
together. Then two or three others grabbed me, and this Hawse had me by
the collar, and Sheriff McRae walked up and said 'You are the
son-of-a---- that was over here last week,' and I answered, 'I was
working here last week.' Then he said, 'Are you an I. W. W.?' I said,
'Yes,' and he hit me an upward swing on the nose. He repeated, 'You are
an I. W. W., are you?' and again I said, 'Yes.' He then swore at me and
said, 'Say that you ain't!' and I replied, 'No, I won't say that I
ain't,' and he hit me three more times on the nos