168 AWAKENING OF ENGLAND. 



disturbed by the question put bluntly by a 

 writer of his own country : *' Is the game 

 worth the candle ? " That is, the game of 

 sending the best butter, bacon, and eggs to 

 England, and eating instead margarine and 

 fat Chicago bacon. As the prices of imported 

 feeding-stuffs have steadily risen in Denmark 

 the price obtained for the butter has fallen. 



Some time ago I visited a large farm 

 managed by Danes in an English county, and 

 said to be run on Danish lines. Apart from 

 the delightfully furnished office, which might 

 have been a Cook's Tourist Office in Piccadilly, 

 leading out into the yard, I was not very 

 much impressed by the imported Danish 

 methods. 



The all-round, utility waggon, adaptable 

 for all farm purposes from carrying manure 

 to carrying two tons of hay, and the light 

 harness, attracted my attention chiefly ; but 

 somehow the factory bell, sounded in the early 

 morning, at tlie dinner hour, and in the late 

 afternoon, seemed to strike a discordant note 

 in the quiet English landscape. It is not as 

 conducive to prayer as the Irish Angelus 

 stealing over an Irish bog. The sudden 

 tuning up of the English rustic to foreign 



