They would call the barn and tell us where to go. Then I would put the harness on the horse and go. By the time I got the call and I reached No. 3 Mine, it would take five minutes. To get to No. 4 Mine, the farthest one away, it took twelve minutes.

I drove out in the open, not covered. There used to be hard winters those years. With the wind in from the north and the snow squalls.

I was at that for 26 years. In those 26 years I saw some queer, horrible accidents. Some of them lived and more of them died. I saw people burned. Burned to death.

When I brought them to the stretcher, I thought I would get half sick.

I witnessed men coming out of the mines after a fall of ground. One man was six foot two. Two and a half tons of stuff fell on him. His body was flattened, and he was hanging out over the sides of the stretcher. I saw some horrible old accidents, wicked.

They later hired out the ambulance job to someone with a van. I had to do something else. I didn't like the mines job. I saw too many accidents, to tell you the truth.

I got a job as a blacksmith's helper. I was there for five years. Then, when there was a maintenance helper off, they put me at that.

I started off at 28 cents an hour. I used to bring home $17.10 for a sixty-hour week, ten hours a day.