ermined body of men filed down the steps leading from the I. W. W.
headquarters and marched by fours to the Colman Dock.

Their mission was an open and peaceable one. Cheerful, optimistic,
enthusiastic, the band of social crusaders felt that the conquest of
free speech was assured. Not for a moment did they think that the
Everett Klu-Klux-Klan would dare resort to violent and criminal tactics
in the broad daylight of that beautiful sunny day and in plain view of a
host of conscientious Everett citizens.

Assisted by Harry Feinberg and John T. (Red) Doran, Captain Chauncey
Wiman checked the number of men who went on board, stopping further
entry when the legal limit of two hundred and fifty persons was reached,
Feinberg joining the men on board in order to serve as the main speaker
at the proposed meeting. Among those who secured passage were several
who were not members of the free speech party, but in the work of
checking, the tickets of these persons were not collected, their fares
being paid in the lump sum that was handed to the captain. Regular
passengers of the Verona were informed that their tickets would be good
for the steamer Calista, lying at Pier 3. Thirty-eight additional
members of the free speech band joined the regular patrons who took
passage on the Calista.

Laughter and jest were on the lips of the men who crowded the Verona,
and songs of the One Big Union rang out over the sparkling waters of
Puget Sound. Loyal soldiers were these in the great class war,
enlightened workers who were willing to give their all in the battle for
bread, happiness and liberty. Men of all callings these--logger,
carpenter, laborer, railroad clerk, painter, miner, printer, seaman and
farmhand, all united with one common aim--the desire to gain for Labor
the right of free expression.

Among their number, however, were two individuals of a breed reckoned
among the lowest order of the human species; two "stool pigeons," low
informers upon whom even a regular detective looks down with contempt.
One of these, carrying an I. W. W. card and in the employ of Snohomish
county and the Everett Commercial Club under the direction of the
Pinkerton Detective Agency, had sneaked out of the I. W. W. headquarters
long enough to telephone Lieutenant Hedges of the Seattle Police force
that there was a boatload of I. W. W. men leaving for Everett. There was
no secret in connection with the trip, but that there exist such class
traitors, re