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My husband devoted himself to his duties. He loved 

 his work and was happy doing it. At seven in the 

 morning he would leave for the woods with one batch 

 of men, and his very able assistant, Mr. Schmidt, 

 would lead away another. At twelve they would re- 

 turn, and at one o'clock go back to their hard labor 

 again. At seven in the evening, when most people 

 think of resting, Mr. Schmidt and my husband would 

 give advice and counsel to the sixty men. It would 

 often be nearly midnight before the last man left. 



Besides all this, he began to write articles on agricul- 

 ture for a newly established paper called "The Bul- 

 letin." One of his articles appeared in the first number, 

 and soon after its publication he received the follow- 

 ing letter: 



DEAR PROFESSOR SABSOVICH: 

 "We have read with great interest your articles on 

 farming. We are very eager for this kind of infor- 

 mation. We are editing The Farmer' here, and I 

 promised our readers a double supply of your valuable 

 articles on agricultural subjects. 



"Yours, 



"BENJAMIN GREENBERG." 



Saving money for the Fund was an idea ever pres- 

 ent with him. It took quite a while to persuade my 

 husband that a direct entrance to the office from the 

 street would give me some much-needed privacy, al- 

 though it did not make an extravagant outlay of Fund 

 money. The cost was about eight dollars. 



