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setting plants. He has a sandy loam, and can use tools to set 

 plants with. There they can't get a stone to throw at a squirrel, 

 but up here in New England we have stones; and you take 

 a plant-setting machine where there is a stone, and it is not 

 successful. This simple hoe is successful. 



A Member : How about the hay from salt marshes ? 



Mr. Race : Just the thing — only don't put it on too thick. 



Mr. Hale: Why would you zvant to throw a stone at a 

 squirr-el ? 



Mr. Race : Because I have seen him get^ into a robin's nest 

 and eat them right up alive. (Applause.) 



A Member: Does the robin eat the strawberries? 



Mr. Race: No sir, but they get into my early cherry tree, 

 and I sometimes think "darn" towards them then, but Massa- 

 chusetts laws won't let me shoot them. Down south those 

 fellows don't care which — they shoot them. They never get 

 into my strawberry bed. That old fellow that we call "crow" 

 is the worst fellow in a strawberry bed. I think just as much 

 of him as I do of the squirrel. My sympathies are in favor of 

 the robin and against the squirrel. If I was a law-maker, I 

 would get rid of all the crows and squirrels and blue-jays. I 

 would foster the robins because they eat the grub that eats my 

 strawberry roots. 



President Gulley: Mr. Race intimated that his men are 

 boys. Do 1 understand that you expect to make boys work 

 twelve hours a day at any kind of work ? 



Mr. Race: No, sir. Yes, sir. I don't mean to be hard. I 

 mean to be a good sort of a fellow, but I have seen a good many 

 days when 1 had to put in more than twelve hours a day in 

 order to save the crops, but before the week is over there 

 comes a play day and they get it. I never had a man grumble 

 when I asked him to work a little more or less to save a load 

 of hay, because he knows he would get a stick of candy or a 

 cigar, or a day off, to pay for it. 



A Member: Did you ever have any trouble with strikers? 



Mr. Race: No, sir. I had a little fellow come into my 

 strawberry bed one time — I didn't want him when he came. He 

 picked a half-a-day or more, and then I found him running 

 round among the other pickers. (I have to employ my neigh- 

 bors and their wives and children.) This little fellow, it seems. 



