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He had been black-listed by the coal miners and they wouldn't give him a job. So he had gone through several years of not being able to have a job, being on the black-list, feeling the cruelty of the mine owners. He had been very wrought up about that. Then he had gotten a job and had been killed in an accident. Then she emerged.

Whether she was active in the union before he died, or not, I don't know. The story about her is that she then dedicated her life to the “biys,” as she called them, the mine workers, to be their friend and helper, to get them what they needed. They were always in trouble and she was going to help them what they needed. She was always agitating for a strike. Wherever there was a whisper that things weren't all right, or there was some discontent, Mother Jones would appear. She would make these rabble-rousing speeches at the mouth of the mines. “Why don't you biys go out on strike? Ain't you got the guts of men?” She would shame them, call them names and try to get them to go out on strike. She was a rabble-rouser type, but witty and quick and kindly in many ways. She was kindness itself apparently to the people that she wanted to help. She'd give her last coat to a mine worker's wife.

She always went where there was discontent and tried