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of Argentina, there is no great area of cornland in 

 all the world save our own. There has been no 

 one product of either farm, mine or factory devel- 

 oped by any other nation that compares in value 

 and volume with the mountains of maize piled up, 

 even in comparatively unfavorable years, by our great 

 sisterhood of western states. Texas heaped upon 

 Oklahoma! Their stores piled on top of Kansas' and 

 Nebraska's! South Dakota and Minnesota swelling 

 the huge yields of Iowa and Missouri! The states 

 east of the Mississippi River lifting the harvest 

 up to Himalayan heights! Tennessee joined with 

 Kentucky, Ohio with Indiana, and Michigan with 

 Wisconsin, completing the endless chain of this 

 unparalleled production! In the center of it all, the 

 state of Illinois! Within the boundaries of Illinois, 

 imperial Chicago! At the bottom of the prosperity 

 of that metropolis, the interests that make the 

 Union Stock Yards; and its heart, its very core, 

 "Packingtown!" 



In the days of old the breed-makers with whom 

 we have been visiting sold their fatted bullocks on 

 the streets of their local market towns to some 

 village SWIFT. Later on the beasts were driven to 

 some central fair, where buyers whose require- 

 ments were on a larger scale came to barter for 



