THE NYKJOBING SUGAR FACTORY 



Continuing my journey southward I came to 

 Vordingborg, and here crossed the Storestrom, the 

 sound between Seeland and the island of Falster, a 

 passage of about twenty minutes on the steam ferry 

 which carries the sleeping cars of the trains to and 

 from Hamburg. At a place called Orehoved I took 

 train again for Nykjobing, a prosperous little seaport 

 on the island of Falster. 



The land in Falster is very good, indeed some 

 of the best in Denmark, and looked to me as though 

 it had once been fen. Here for the first time I saw 

 the sugar-beet growing in fields and in process of 

 being lifted by women who dug it up with forks. 

 Also I saw a man ploughing it out with two horses 

 harnessed to a curious implement which I will describe 

 later. Everywhere the beet looked very well, being 

 regular in the plant, green in the crown, and clean. 

 There is a good deal of woodland on Falster, and 

 some of the fields here are divided from each other 

 by wattled hurdles, alongside of which are planted 

 rows of poplars. 



At Nykjobing I was met by Kammerherre 



Tesdorpf and Mr. Moller, Director of the Nykjobing 



Andels Sukkerfabrik, or sugar factory. There are 



several such factories in Denmark which pay, I 



understand, from 17 to 20 per cent., but I believe 



I am right in stating that this at Nykjobing is the 



only one which stands out from some sort of combine 



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