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" Good enough. We can sell all we can get. The 

 trouble is to get enough to sell." 



"What you selling, mostly?" 



"Meat and sass. It is mighty hard work to get good 

 sass up at Arenac. The farmers won't grow it, and we 

 have to send to the city for all our stuff. Besides, the job- 

 bers ask so much that our people won't pay us enough to 

 make it an object." 



" I found the same trouble at my place. They all want 

 green s'ass in the spring, but don't want to pay such high 

 prices. However, they will have it any way, and once a 

 week I get up a car-load from town. I don't make any- 

 thing on it. It is pretty well spoiled by the time I get it. 

 I have asked Farmer Brown to raise me some ; but he and 

 all the rest do as their fathers did, and run in the same old 

 rut. Any one who would raise sass for us would make a 

 small fortune in time." 



We reached our destination at noon, and went at once 

 to the hotel. After dinner and a short rest, we started 

 out to inspect the place. We found Arenac to be a man- 

 ufacturing town on the banks of the Hoosensacken. The 

 factories were all on the line of the river, and faced the 

 single street that extended through the town. On the 

 opposite side of the way were the various stores that 

 supplied the material wants of the inhabitants. As we 



