152 ILLINOIS STATE DAIRYMEN'S ASSOCIATION. 



Now don't misunderstand^ me, we welcome any man that comes or 

 woman and takes their stand; under our flag and will defend it with 

 their lives, but the class of people I refer to you need to tell in tones so 

 clear that it reaches clear across the waters, and say we do not want them. 



A few years ago it was my go od fortune to take a trip across the con- 

 tinent. I want to speak of another emigration that is coming. I remem- 

 ber going across your beautiful state of Illinois and on to the western 

 coast. We came to that great western reserve, and I can remem'ber when 

 I used to study the old geography it was marked down as the Great West- 

 ern Reserve. We rode mile after mile and mile after mile by the side of a 

 single wire stretched from post to post and from iron post to iron post, 

 and finally I turned to the gentleman who was seeing us through from 

 Chicago and asked him if he knew what this fence was for and how 

 long it was. "Well Madam," he said, "this fence is in a ranch." He 

 looked as though I did not know what a ranch was. I told him that we had 

 first seen it at such a time and that we had ridden beside it for hours. 

 "How far have we gone?" He told me and then I asked him how many 

 miles it extended away from the railway. He told me he could not tell me 

 anything about it. I asked him who owned it, He informed me it was 

 owned by an English Syndicate. I kept turning that thing over in my 

 mind, an English Syndisate, an English Syndicate, and I watched those 

 Iron posts as they passed our window and the farther we went and* looked 

 at that vast stretch of counry I thought all the more an English Syndi- 

 cate, and you have seen them. I saw in the distance as far as> the eye could 

 reach up the mountain hills little specks that looked like flies on the 

 window pane, and they were cattle, just as slick and fat as any stall fed 

 animal you ever saw. It was in the month of August when everything 

 is dry. They lived on that bunch grass, and yet when that train thun- 

 dered by they bounded off and the fat actually shook on them. I called the 

 attention of a travelling companion and asked if he could look out of that 

 car window and not see a herd of cattle. 



I will tell you something else I saw; I saw tiny houses no larger than 

 some of your corn houses, and I saw women and children in those little 



