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to stir up more. She was always trying to have them pull a strike. When they were out on strike, she was the great one to keep them out and to keep their courage up, and so forth and so on. She boasted she wasn't afraid of anything. I heard mine workers say that she had more physical courage than any man they ever saw. She was probably the kind of person who gets hopped up by excitement an wouldn't mind walking right into a rain of bullets. They say that she walked at the head of this group of miners down the bed of the creek at Ludlow, Colorado. She took some kind of a scarf she had around her neck and waved it like a flag, saying “Come on me biys, come on me biys,” walking straight down the bed of the creek when they were shooting. The police that had been called in were shooting. Right into the face of the bullets walked Mother Jones. She was screaming at the men to follow her. She was well known for tactics like that.

She was very much in the papers during that whole Colorado Fuel & Iron Company rumpus, because she stayed there all the time and made trouble everywhere. She wasn't afraid of anything. She was capable of putting a little shawl over her head and kind of waddling along like a poor old woman. Nobody would stop a poor old woman. Then she'd get right up to the very doors of the office of some manager or other and then would burst in storming. So far as I know she