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“
Fortunately
for
myself
,
the
Atlas
Company
was
not
my
only
investment
.
I
have
other
interests
.
The
building
of
ships
—
steel
sailing
ships
—
has
been
an
ambition
of
mine
,
—
for
this
purpose
,
Mr
.
Derrick
,
to
carry
American
wheat
.
For
years
,
I
have
studied
this
question
of
American
wheat
,
and
at
last
,
I
have
arrived
at
a
theory
.
Let
me
explain
.
At
present
,
all
our
California
wheat
goes
to
Liverpool
,
and
from
that
port
is
distributed
over
the
world
.
But
a
change
is
coming
.
I
am
sure
of
it
.
You
young
men
,
”
he
turned
to
Presley
,
Lyman
,
and
Harran
,
“
will
live
to
see
it
.
Our
century
is
about
done
.
The
great
word
of
this
nineteenth
century
has
been
Production
.
The
great
word
of
the
twentieth
century
will
be
—
listen
to
me
,
you
youngsters
—
Markets
.
As
a
market
for
our
Production
—
or
let
me
take
a
concrete
example
—
as
a
market
for
our
WHEAT
,
Europe
is
played
out
.
Population
in
Europe
is
not
increasing
fast
enough
to
keep
up
with
the
rapidity
of
our
production
.
In
some
cases
,
as
in
France
,
the
population
is
stationary
.
WE
,
however
,
have
gone
on
producing
wheat
at
a
tremendous
rate
.
“
The
result
is
over
-
production
.
We
supply
more
than
Europe
can
eat
,
and
down
go
the
prices
.
The
remedy
is
NOT
in
the
curtailing
of
our
wheat
areas
,
but
in
this
,
we
MUST
HAVE
NEW
MARKETS
,
GREATER
MARKETS
.
For
years
we
have
been
sending
our
wheat
from
East
to
West
,
from
California
to
Europe
.
But
the
time
will
come
when
we
must
send
it
from
West
to
East
.
We
must
march
with
the
course
of
empire
,
not
against
it
.
I
mean
,
we
must
look
to
China
.
Rice
in
China
is
losing
its
nutritive
quality
.
The
Asiatics
,
though
,
must
be
fed
;
if
not
on
rice
,
then
on
wheat
.
Why
,
Mr
.
Derrick
,
if
only
one
-
half
the
population
of
China
ate
a
half
ounce
of
flour
per
man
per
day
all
the
wheat
areas
in
California
could
not
feed
them
.
Ah
,
if
I
could
only
hammer
that
into
the
brains
of
every
rancher
of
the
San
Joaquin
,
yes
,
and
of
every
owner
of
every
bonanza
farm
in
Dakota
and
Minnesota
.
Send
your
wheat
to
China
;
handle
it
yourselves
;
do
away
with
the
middleman
;
break
up
the
Chicago
wheat
pits
and
elevator
rings
and
mixing
houses
.
When
in
feeding
China
you
have
decreased
the
European
shipments
,
the
effect
is
instantaneous
.
Prices
go
up
in
Europe
without
having
the
least
effect
upon
the
prices
in
China
.
We
hold
the
key
,
we
have
the
wheat
,
—
infinitely
more
than
we
ourselves
can
eat
.
Asia
and
Europe
must
look
to
America
to
be
fed
.
What
fatuous
neglect
of
opportunity
to
continue
to
deluge
Europe
with
our
surplus
food
when
the
East
trembles
upon
the
verge
of
starvation
!
”
The
two
men
,
Cedarquist
and
Magnus
,
continued
the
conversation
a
little
further
.
The
manufacturer
’
s
idea
was
new
to
the
Governor
.
He
was
greatly
interested
.
He
withdrew
from
the
conversation
.
Thoughtful
,
he
leaned
back
in
his
place
,
stroking
the
bridge
of
his
beak
-
like
nose
with
a
crooked
forefinger
.
Cedarquist
turned
to
Harran
and
began
asking
details
as
to
the
conditions
of
the
wheat
growers
of
the
San
Joaquin
.
Lyman
still
maintained
an
attitude
of
polite
aloofness
,
yawning
occasionally
behind
three
fingers
,
and
Presley
was
left
to
the
company
of
his
own
thoughts
.
There
had
been
a
day
when
the
affairs
and
grievances
of
the
farmers
of
his
acquaintance
—
Magnus
,
Annixter
,
Osterman
,
and
old
Broderson
—
had
filled
him
only
with
disgust
.
His
mind
full
of
a
great
,
vague
epic
poem
of
the
West
,
he
had
kept
himself
apart
,
disdainful
of
what
he
chose
to
consider
their
petty
squabbles
.
But
the
scene
in
Annixter
’
s
harness
room
had
thrilled
and
uplifted
him
.
He
was
palpitating
with
excitement
all
through
the
succeeding
months
.
He
abandoned
the
idea
of
an
epic
poem
.
In
six
months
he
had
not
written
a
single
verse
.
Day
after
day
he
trembled
with
excitement
as
the
relations
between
the
Trust
and
League
became
more
and
more
strained
.
He
saw
the
matter
in
its
true
light
.
It
was
typical
.
It
was
the
world
-
old
war
between
Freedom
and
Tyranny
,
and
at
times
his
hatred
of
the
railroad
shook
him
like
a
crisp
and
withered
reed
,
while
the
languid
indifference
of
the
people
of
the
State
to
the
quarrel
filled
him
with
a
blind
exasperation
.
But
,
as
he
had
once
explained
to
Vanamee
,
he
must
find
expression
.
He
felt
that
he
would
suffocate
otherwise
.
He
had
begun
to
keep
a
journal
.
As
the
inclination
spurred
him
,
he
wrote
down
his
thoughts
and
ideas
in
this
,
sometimes
every
day
,
sometimes
only
three
or
four
times
a
month
.
Also
he
flung
aside
his
books
of
poems
—
Milton
,
Tennyson
,
Browning
,
even
Homer
—
and
addressed
himself
to
Mill
,
Malthus
,
Young
,
Poushkin
,
Henry
George
,
Schopenhauer
.
He
attacked
the
subject
of
Social
Inequality
with
unbounded
enthusiasm
.
He
devoured
,
rather
than
read
,
and
emerged
from
the
affair
,
his
mind
a
confused
jumble
of
conflicting
notions
,
sick
with
over
-
effort
,
raging
against
injustice
and
oppression
,
and
with
not
one
sane
suggestion
as
to
remedy
or
redress
.
The
butt
of
his
cigarette
scorched
his
fingers
and
roused
him
from
his
brooding
.
In
the
act
of
lighting
another
,
he
glanced
across
the
room
and
was
surprised
to
see
two
very
prettily
dressed
young
women
in
the
company
of
an
older
gentleman
,
in
a
long
frock
coat
,
standing
before
Hartrath
’
s
painting
,
examining
it
,
their
heads
upon
one
side
.
