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Tuesday, July XI, 1905.
PROGRESSIVE FARMER AND COTTON PLANT. Japs are much more skilful and aggressive. They ,,- not confine .themselves to the low grades of ;1l.or as the Chinese do. In the skilled trades nnI in mercantile businesses they are seeking positions. Great imitators, they seem able to do rlmost anything they see the white man do, just flS it has long been known that they are likely to nmlo any kind of machinery, patented or un patented, that is introduced into their country. Aii'l I am told again that they are unscrunulous much shrewder and more unscrupulous than tho heathen Chinee; also much more aggressive. The Chinaman is easily managed, and once he comes into the employ of a family he is likely to keen his place for years. But the Jap is ever on tho alert for something better; he is always ask inir for higher wages, and he leaves the moment a more attractive position is discovered. A Few Random Illustrations. A San Francisco man was also cursing the Jap? for insolence. "A - Chinaman knows his plaeo." he told me, "but a Jap tries to treat yon a his equal." The Japanese also know the ad vantages of co-operation, and work together bet tor than almost any other class of peonle. They will not trade with a white man when it is possi ble to trade with one of their own nation. "They pull together so well," was one of the reasons iriven rne in Monterey for their having driven out the white fishermen and monopolized the fish-in1- trade there. They have no home life; the wife does shoe-making like the husband, was the complaint of a San Francisco cobbler. No hody questions their industrv. "The white wood chopper quits at sundown," I was told on the cars at Pacific Grove, "but these yellow fellows often keep at it until after dark." In Oakland a deck hand said he ought not to complain, perhaps, as he was a foreigner. "But it's a mighty poor jrovernment ," he continued, "that will let these foreicmers come over here and run out the men who have made this country. These Mongolians wouldn't fight for you if you had a war, would they?" - f " These little incidents throw some light on the situation here. Neither the Japanese nor Chinese can vote, so there is no fear of them politically, hut because they compete with the white man m the industrial world, the feeling against them seems to be growing more and more intense. So far as my observation goes, the Southern peonle are more magnanimous and cool-headed in hand ling their race problem than are the people of tho West or Northwest in dealing with theirs. C. H. P. Portland. Oregon, July 3, 1905. ACROSS THE CONTINENT. VIII. At the Portland Exposition. (Editorial Correspondence.) Our party is here at the Portland or Lewis and Cark Exposition. I gave in The Progressive Far mer a month ago a brief story of the Lewis and Clarke exploring expedition which this Fair com momorates, and it is not necessarv to repeat it now. Tho Lewis and Clark is a pretty good fair, but is unfortunate in that it comes so soon after that at St. Louis last year the biggest thing of the kind that the world has seen, and any ordinary fair must seem small compared with it. More over, it does a Southerner good to know that the itv of Charleston, with only about 40,000 white P"plo, if I remember correctly, made as credita hl' an exposition as Portland with about 150,000 whites, has made. It is unfortunate that Char leston did not get more advertising and more patronage. The South doesn't know how to boom and blow as the West does. First of all, this Portland Fair has a very pret ty setting. The Willamette River furnishes plenty oi fitter for lakes, canals, and islands, and in the background are moutnain sr.urs, dark with forests of stately fir and cedar more beautiful than ever when the taller trees are outlined against the sun set glow, and the entire picture reflected in Expo sition Lake. In the day one sees to the north ward, sixty miles away, softened and cloud-like, the snow-clad summit of Mt. Adams. Mt. Hood is also visible on most fair days, I believe. Oregon now has one-sixth of all the standing timber in the United States, and it is entirely proper therefore that the Lumber and Forestery Building should be the most prominent one at the Fair. It is made entirely of rough logs. In side are massive logs and planks well calculated to open the eyes of an Easterner. Another interesting section of the Fair is that devoted to Oriental exhibits. These attract more attention here than they would with us, because the Pacific Coast looks to Asia more and more as a field for trade conquests. A Salem merchant with whom I talked says that our purchase of the Philippines has done a great deal to clear the way for tr is commercial expansion. As for me, I haven't studied the problem enough to know whether or not he is right. In the Government Building are excellent Alaskan and Philippine ex hibits. A great many people have gone from this section to the .Klondike, and trade with Alaska is on the increase. A California man told me of a friend of his who has made $450,000 in Alaska gold mining. All expositions are very much alike, and having seen Omaha, Buffalo, Charleston, and St. Louis, I suppose I am less impressed by this one than I should be if I had not seen the others so recent ly. And at any rate, it is too far from home to attract many people from the South. It might pay them to come to seethe Northwest, but not to see the Exposition alone. One of the buildings no visitor should miss, even if it is somewhat sidetracked from the main section, is that of Fine Arts. The paintings are far superior to what I expected to find in this frontier, country. , And no incidont-nf t trln haa pleased rnVnBrrlmiLfiEntf Millet's "Man With the Hoe," the original copywTffth ,$175,000, , as I went through the gallery yesterday. Everybody, of course, has seen small renroductions of the picture printed in connection with Markham's famous poem which the picture inspired: butthe original, with its color, detail and shading, is a work far "more profound and powerful than any cheap reprint can indicate. The man, of course, is the European peasant, and his hoe is not an improved goose-neck, but what we call a grubbing hoe : a rough, ill-shaped blade with a short, heavy handle. With this rude tool he has dug ut the earth about him, and still leaning, looks up for a moment as if something, had attracted his atten tion. His mouth is half open, his dull eyes are staring, and a mass of unkempt, matted hair al most covers his low, slanting forehead. Mark ham's poem is eloquent, but not more so than the picture. One cannot fail tosee here the natural product of centuries of oppression this terrible cloutish figure, stolid and stunned, hopeless and careless, slave to the wheel of labor and brother to the ox! I shall always be glad that Markham's poem, not then famous, impressed me as a master piece the first time I saw it, and that it was re printed in The Progressive Farmer then, with editorial comment. "The Man With the Hoe" and Kipling's "Recessional" are the only two poems of the last ten years that are likely to be come classic. They are also showing here the log cabin only two or three rooms in which President Roosevelt lived while ranching in North Dakota twenty years ago. There are other exhibits which I should like to describe, but a traveler is a slave to dinner hours and train schedules, and I must close this hastily written sketch. To-night I leave for Salt Lake City and Denver, and before. this letter reaches Progressive Farmer readers I shall be at my desk again. C. H. P. Portland, Oregon, July 4, 1905. .HOME AGAIN. After an absence of five weeks, I am again at my desk in The Progressive Farmer ofiice. My vacation has been thoroughly delightful, but it is good to be at home again, and I have seen nothing to make me sorry that my lot has been cast in North Carolina. In spite of all that has been said about the West for young men, I am sure that enterprise and energy will accomplish as much here as anywhere else in the country. As Dr. Charles D. Mclver says, we hare pioneer opportunities without pioneer privations. I have not yet completed the story of my trip, and two or three other travel papers are yet to be printed. The Progressive Farmer has not suffered dur ing my absence. I sincerely thank our corre spondents who rallied to the paper at my request; and I thank Mr. Denmark, Secretary Parker, and Foreman Faucette, together with Messrs. Bur ke tt and Kilgore, for the help they rendered in getting out the paper so creditably. CLARENCE H. POE. July 10, 1905. A THOUGHT FOR THE WEEK. The basis of political economy is non-interference. The only safe rule is found in the self-adjusting meter of demand and supply. Do not legislate. Meddle, and you snap the sinews with ' your sumptuary laws. Give no bounties; make equal laws; secure life and property and you need not give alms. Open the doors of oppor tunity to talent and virtue, and they will do them selves justice, and property will not be in bad hands. In a free and just Commonwealth nrooer- ty rushes, from the idle and imbecile to the in dustrious, brave and persevering. From Emer son's Essay on "Wealth." it The Man With the Hoe. Bowed by the weight of centuries he leans Upon his hoe and gazes on the ground, The emptiness of ages in his face, Who made him dead to rapture and despair, A thing that grieves not and that never hopes, Stolid and stunned, abrother to the ox? Wlv lwoanl -uud lc i 'tlvr n ii Ills ' Ui u bal jnw - -- -- Whose was the hand that slanted back this brow? Whose breath blew out the light witinJg- Is this the Thing the Lord God made and gave To have dominion over sea and land; To trace the stars and search the heavens for power; To feel the passion of Eternity? Is this the Dream He dreamed who shaped the suns And pillared the blue firmament with lights Down the stretch of Hell to its last gulf There is no shape more terrible than this More toneued with censure of the world's blind greed More filled with signs and portents for the soul More fraught with menace to the universe. What gulfs between him and the seraphim ! Slave of the wheel of labor, what to him Are Plato and the swing of Pleades? What the long reaches of the peaks of song, The rift of dawn, the reddening of the rose? Through this dread shape the suffereing age3 look ; Time's tragedv is in that aching stocp; Through this dread shape humanity betrayed, Plundered, profaned, and disinherited. Cries protest to the J udges of the World, A protest that is also pronhecy. O masters, lords, and rulers in all lands. Is this the handiwork you give to God, This monstrous thing distorted and soul-quenched? How will you ever straighten up this shape; Give back the upward looking and the light; Rebuild in it the music and the dream ; Touch it again with immortality; Make right the immemorial infamies. Perfidious wrongs, immedicable woes? O masters, lords and rulers in all lands. How will the Future reckon with this Man? How answer his brute question in that hour When whirlwinds of rebellion shake the world? How will it be with kingdoms and with kings With those who shaped him to the thing he is When this dumb Terror shall reply to God After the silence of the centuries?