HIS LIFE AND WORK 



of carriages and automobiles. This in a State 

 where there are no Grand Dukes and where 

 every man works for a living! 



If the lords of Siberia wish to know what may 

 be done with that famine-swept vastitude 

 they may come and see that bed of an 

 ancient sea, which in thirty years has been trans- 

 formed into the world's greatest bread-land 

 the Red River Valley. Here the banks are 

 not only packed with millions, but hundreds 

 of millions, belonging to the shirt-sleeved pro- 

 prietors of the soil. Here, in the yellow days 

 of August, a man may travel for days and see 

 no limit to the ocean of w r aving, shimmering 

 wheat, that ripples around him in a vast 

 sky-bounded circle. Wheat wheat wheat! 

 Nothing but wheat! It is a Field of the Cloth 

 of Gold, that adds nothing to the glory of kings, 

 but much to the glory of the common people. 

 Drop the German Empire down upon this 

 valley and its expanse of dizzying, swirling 

 wheat, and the wheat would not be wholly 

 eclipsed. There would still be enough grain 

 around the edges to make a golden fringe. 



