A Trip to Town 



they were competitors for the load of wheat I 

 had brought to town, but I and others hke my- 

 self had no means of knowing whether this was 

 the case, or whether they were really in some 

 combination for their own advantage and the 

 disadvantage of the grower. 



However, taking a sample of wheat from the 

 sleigh, I walked across the railroad track to the 

 nearest, and made my way to the little office 

 attached to the building. Knocking at the door, 

 a voice shouted " Come in ! " and doing so, I found 

 myself in the presence of two men, one smoking, 

 the other reading a newspaper, Both men wore 

 the usual blue jean overalls, and sat balanced 

 the hindlegs of their chairs. 

 " Who's the boss ? " I asked, glancing from one 

 the other. 



" That's me," said the man who was reading 

 le paper, laying it down. 



" I've brought in a load of G 's wheat, and 



ire's a sample. What's the best you can do 

 )r him ? " I asked. 



" Well," said he, as he took the sample, poured 



)me into his hand, and examined it, " if I could 



ike it, which I can't, I guess it would go No. 4, 



id I could stand you fifty cents a bushel." 



" Can't take it ? " I said inquiringly. 



" Haven't room for another bushel, and haven't 



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