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"
I
know
.
That
's
why
I
smoke
.
But
to
a
certain
extent
you
get
used
to
it
,
though
unlike
most
smells
it
never
quite
disappears
.
Day
in
and
day
out
,
the
molasses
is
always
there
.
"
"
What
are
the
buildings
on
the
river
with
the
black
chimney
?
"
"
That
's
the
mill
.
It
processes
the
cane
into
raw
sugar
.
What
's
left
over
,
the
dry
remnants
of
the
cane
minus
its
sugar
content
,
is
called
bagasse
.
Both
raw
sugar
and
bagasse
are
sent
south
to
Sydney
for
further
refining
.
Out
of
raw
sugar
they
get
molasses
,
treacle
,
golden
syrup
,
brown
sugar
,
white
sugar
and
liquid
glucose
.
The
bagasse
is
made
into
fibrous
building
board
like
Masonite
.
Nothing
is
wasted
,
absolutely
nothing
.
That
's
why
even
in
this
Depression
growing
cane
is
still
a
very
profitable
business
.
"
*
*
*
Arne
Swenson
was
six
feet
two
inches
tall
,
exactly
Luke
's
height
,
and
just
as
handsome
.
His
bare
body
was
coated
a
dark
golden
brown
by
perpetual
exposure
to
the
sun
,
his
thatch
of
bright
yellow
hair
curled
all
over
his
head
;
the
fine
Swedish
features
were
so
like
Luke
's
in
type
that
it
was
easy
to
see
how
much
Norse
blood
had
percolated
into
the
veins
of
the
Scots
and
Irish
.
Luke
had
abandoned
his
moleskins
and
white
shirt
in
favor
of
shorts
.
With
Arne
he
climbed
into
an
ancient
,
wheezing
model-T
utility
truck
and
headed
for
where
the
gang
was
cutting
out
by
Goondi
.
The
second-hand
bicycle
he
had
bought
lay
in
the
utility
's
tray
along
with
his
case
,
and
he
was
dying
to
begin
work
.
The
other
men
had
been
cutting
since
dawn
and
did
n't
lift
their
heads
when
Arne
appeared
from
the
direction
of
the
barracks
,
Luke
in
tow
.
The
cutting
uniform
consisted
of
shorts
,
boots
with
thick
woolen
socks
,
and
canvas
hats
.
Eyes
narrowing
,
Luke
stared
at
the
toiling
men
,
who
were
a
peculiar
sight
.
Coal-black
dirt
covered
them
from
head
to
foot
,
with
sweat
making
bright
pink
streaks
down
chests
,
arms
,
backs
.
"
Soot
and
muck
from
the
cane
,
"
Arne
explained
.
"
We
have
to
burn
it
before
we
can
cut
it
.
"
He
bent
down
to
pick
up
two
instruments
,
gave
one
to
Luke
and
kept
one
.
"
This
is
a
cane
knife
,
"
he
said
,
hefting
his
.
"
With
this
you
cut
the
cane
.
Very
easy
if
you
know
how
.
"
He
grinned
,
proceeding
to
demonstrate
and
making
it
look
far
easier
than
it
probably
was
.
