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arbitration by Durst over their de
mands for better sanitary and work
It preceded the death of former
District Attorney Manwell, Deputy
Sheriff Eugene "Reardon and two un
identified laborers who went down
when a general fusilade began.
It brought the state militia hur
rying to the scene.
A horde of Burns detectives were
loosed by it, detectives who began to
arrest men here and there, subject
ing a number to brutalities.
Finally it brought the official rep
resentatives of Uncle Sam and the
state of California here to investi
gate every phase and circumstance
bearing on the whole affair.
And it is still echoing here in the
austere courtroom where Ford, Suhr,
Bagan and Beck are facing the gal
lows on the charge of murdering
District Attorney Manwell.
Here is Daken's own story of how
his part in the riot made him an old,
sunken-cheeked man over night, of
the terror that his shot launched
"I saw Sheriff Voss walk into the
crowd and demand that they dis
perse, and then the hop people began
throwing rocks and striking with
clubs. They beat the officers down,
and I fired a shot over .their heads
to disperse the crowd.
"I fired a second shot, and when
they opened up I saw the four officers
lying on the ground and the Porto
Rican was beating the sheriff over
the head with a club: I hollered to
him to 'cut it out' And he didn't and
I shot him.
"Then I saw a fellow, Nelson, com
ing at me with a club, and I hollered
'stop.' And he didn't, and I shot him
in the arm.
"Then I hurried to the store of
John Sowell and told him I was out
of ammunition, asking him for shells.
It seems the store had been ordered
closed bv the strikers, but he let me
in and men zae crowd gathered
around the store.
"They said they' wanted that.ofa
cer.' "And Sowell said, 'No officer is
here.' And I asked John for some old
clothes, saying, 'Probably I can dis
guise myself and get out of here.'
He had an old blue shirt and curduroy
pants, and he said, 'If they will do you
any good help yourself to them.'
"And I lay down behind some boxes
and got my clothes off and asked for
a razor and cut off my mustache,
lying there on the floor, and I took
out my false teeth and put on glasses
and then got up. behind the counter
pretending to make out bills as un
concerned as I could, looking like a
"And I could see the eyes looking
through the cracks.
"They said, 'We want that officer.'
"About dusk they sent word to
Sowell, 'If you don't give up that of
ficer we will burn the building and
shoot him as he walks out,' and I said
in that case I will take a chauce walk
ing through the crowd.
"I wasn't recognized until near the
wtown limits when two fellows ap
proached and I heard one say, I be
lieve that's him,' but the other said,
'No, that's an old guy!'
"But one said, 'No, he has changed
his clothes,' and they started to run
and so did I, having no weapon, and
as I got near the schoolhouse, where
some surveyors had planted stakes, I
tripped over one. Then a buggy came
along and I jumped in and said, 'Drive
quick,' and they whipped up the
"I jumped out and ran into my
house and heard the front door click
and I said to my wife, T am going
out,' and I went out the back way and
up town and sjyed until the car
came from Marysville."
It is the story he will tell on the
witness stand soon.
In the witness chair-Henry Daken
will seem like an. old man, and his
friends will comment on how "young
he looked the day before the riot."