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they passed a patch of tobacco. *'I suppose it is 

 equal to the best Havana, but nobody will ever know 

 it Look at that big, green tobacco worm; it re- 

 minds me of my childhood days." Henry figured 

 what the crop would be worth in New York if made 

 into cigars at fifty cents apiece; and, as he turned 

 away, he remarked," "What a lot of money New 

 York men blow up in smoke!" 



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Fig. 20. Cuban girls at work in a cigar factory. They strip the to- 

 bacco and men on the next floor roll it into cigars. 



