CHAPTER LIX.

HIGH COST OF LIVING.

I am going to tell you the story of a public market of Cincinnati,

Ohio, nearly a hundred years ago, or more accurately speaking of

incidents in which the farmer dispensed with the service of middlemen;

where the producer and the consumer met and dealt face to face upon the

sidewalks of that embryo city in the long ago.

I am reminded of the incidents referred to by a stroll through the

public markets of Seattle. The "middleman", those who bought of the

producer and sold to consumers, or those who established a place of

deposit and for a commission would sell the products of producer to the

retail merchants, who in turn would sell to the consumer, have been

berated and charged with the crime of contributing to the high cost

of living, hence the public markets were established to the end that

producers and consumers might meet on common ground and drive their own

bargains. Here is what I found in the Seattle markets:

Eggs from China; grapes from California and Spain; nuts from Brazil,

California, Texas and Italy; lemons from California, and Italy;

bananas from South America; tomatoes from Cuba; peanuts from Japan and

Virginia; oranges from California and Florida; grapefruit from Florida;

beef from Australia; butter from New Zealand; cranberries from New

Jersey; cocoanuts from South America; oysters from Maryland, and so

on down a long list, of various minor products not necessary here to

name, to illustrate the point, or rather two points, first that the

producers and consumers could not come together and must be served by

the "middleman"; and, second, that we are ransacking the world, even

to the antipodes, for the products of the earth, in a great measure to

satisfy the cravings of abnormal appetites incident to high living.

Any one, at a glance, can see this marshaling of products from the

ends of the earth and transporting them for thousands of miles must

increase the cost of living and must of necessity call for the offices

of the hated "middlemen" with their resultant profits. Even the local

products were sold to a great extent by dealers (middlemen) and but few

producers were seen in the market. Things are different now from the

prevailing condition of a hundred years ago, or even eighty-five years

ago, when I was born. The application of steam power for propelling

boats was unknown then, or known only as an experiment, and hence

there were no steamships to cross the ocean and bring their cargoes

of perishable freight; no cables to tap and with a flash to convey an

order to the uttermost corners of the earth; no international postal

service to carry and deliver written messages; in a word, no facilities

to aid in and thus to increase the cost of living; hence, that

generation of a hundred years ago, led the simple life. I am not here

canvassing the question as to which is the better—simply record the

fact. I will venture the opinion, however, the pioneers enjoyed their

living with their keen appetites, incident to their out-of-door life,

as much as the most tempting collection can give to the abnormal hunger

following a gorge of dainties after a day of idleness.

It is well to note, however, the fact that not all the gatherings from

foreign lands tend to increase the price of a particular article.

Sometimes the opposite results and the cost is reduced, but the general

rule is that the imported articles are simply luxuries and should be

chargeable to the cost of high living rather than to the high cost of

living.

When the tariff was recently revised and protection withdrawn or duties

reduced on agricultural articles produced in the United States, with

trumpets from the housetops it was proclaimed the cost of living would

be reduced. No such result has followed, as in fact it has advanced.

Take the article of beef for instance. The duty was removed, the

great packing firms at once established agencies in all foreign meat

producing countries, the foreign markets advanced a notch, the meat

baron of the United States took up the remainder of the duty reduction,

the government lost the revenue, meat at the block continued as high as

ever to the consumer, the meat producing industry of our country was

discouraged and the high cost of living remained. This foreign meat

produced on cheap lands and with cheap labor is a constant menace to

our own meat producing industry and will deter many from increasing

their bands of cattle, so that we may see prices in the future advance

instead of declining, because of the reduced home production.

Take the item of eggs. The duty was removed and immediately shipments

came from China, where labor is twenty cents a day or less, where

eggs can be produced at half the cost as here, but the consumer does

not as yet reap any benefit, for the shipper fixes the price at what

the market will bear; but, and here is the point, there is the menace

to deter our home producers from reaching out to produce more eggs,

knowing there will come a time when prices will seek a common level,

governed by the shipments from China, our producers will be discouraged

and go out of the business and up will go the price of eggs higher than

ever.

The duty was lowered from six cents a pound to two and a half on

butter; foreign canned milk is displacing our home production and the

dairy interest begins to feel the depressing influence of the danger

that hovers over it. Let the prices drop to a point that would cease to

be profitable, our dairies would be depleted and the foreign products

take possession and take all the market would bear. And so we find it

in other agricultural products, to be considered hereafter.

The point bearing on the high cost of living is that we need to

encourage and not discourage home production and labor and to get the

producer and consumer closer together; also with our railroads, we

should insist that they look inward and stop the waste before being

granted an increase of rates, so with our consumers, before they outlaw

the producers and kill the goose that lays the golden egg, they had

better look inward and see if the remedy is not at least in part with

themselves.

Let us now look into the scenes of the Cincinnati market of pioneer

days. I will describe only one phase of it, as handed down to me by my

mother, who was one of the actors. My grandfather Baker was a farmer

and lived twenty-five miles away from Cincinnati as the road ran. He

had settled a few miles east of Hamilton, Ohio, in 1801 or 1802, where

my mother was born and near where I was born. In ten years time he had

his flock of sheep, his cows, pigs, horses, colts and abundance of

pasture on the land he had cleared. I never could understand why in all

these years he didn't have a wagon, but such was the case. He never

would go in debt for anything. When my mother was twelve years old

she began making the trips on horseback with her father to the market

at Cincinnati. They carried everything they had to sell on the horses

they rode, or perhaps a loose horse or a two-year-old colt might be

taken along. They carried butter, eggs, chickens (dressed and sometimes

alive), smoked meat and sometimes fresh. Sometimes they would make lye

hominy and then again sauerkraut; then again when hog killing time came

around, sausage and head cheese would be added, and so we see quite a

variety would make up their stock to offer on the market. Nor was this

all. The family of four children were all girls. They were taught to

card the wool raised on the farm, spin the yarn and weave the cloth

all by hand in the cabin adjoining the living room and sometimes in

the living room. I can remember the hum of the spinning-wheel and the

"slam" of the loom as the filling of cloth was sent "home", also the

rattle of grandmother's knitting-needles to be heard often clear across

the room, which is a precious memory. To the stock of products as

enumerated would often be added a "bolt" of cloth, or perhaps a blanket

or two or a few pairs of stockings and often a large bundle of "cuts"

of yarn which always found a ready purchaser—wanted by the ladies of

the city for their knitting parties.

The youngsters will ask, "What is a 'cut' of yarn?" I will tell you as

near as I know. The yarn when spun was "reeled" off from the spool of

the wheel into skeins of even lengths of yarn that could be used in the

chain or warp for the cloth to be woven or wound off into balls for the

knitting. These "cuts" were the skein, of even length of thread neatly

twisted, doubled into shape as long as your hand and size of your wrist

and securely fastened to remain in this shape. Sometimes the yarn would

be "dyed" a butternut color and again would be taken to market in

natural colors either white or black; sometimes a black sheep's wool

would serve to make up the variety by doubling and twisting a black's

and white's together.

The trip to Cincinnati would often be made by moon-light, so timed as

to arrive at "peep of day" to be ready for the buyers that were sure

to come to meet the country folks, for this was a real country market

where no middlemen appeared, and for that matter were not allowed. My

grandfather's "stuff", as they called it, would be displayed either on

the sidewalk or in the street nearby where his horses were munching

their grain or a bit of hay, and by 9:00 o'clock they would be off on

their road home, to arrive by nightfall, hungry and tired, with the

money safe in his deerskin sack.

It is needless to add that this household was thrifty and accumulated

money. Later in life it was currently reported that he had a barrel

of money (silver), and I can readily believe the story, as he spent

but little and was always accumulating. I know that more than a peck

of this silver came over to Indianapolis to assist in buying the farm

where I received my education in farming on the daily routine of farm

work experience.

And so we can see that the so-called high cost of living is chargeable

to the cost of "high living", to the abandonment of the simple life,

to the change in habits of the later generation, not counting the

extravagant wants now so prevalent that was unknown in pioneer days.

The Busy Life of Eighty-Five Years of Ezra Meeker Ventures and adventures; sixty-three years of pioneer life in the old Oregon country; an account of the author's trip across the plains with an ox team; return trip, 1906-7; his cruise on Puget Sound, 1853; trip through the Natchess pass, 1854; over the Chilcoot pass; flat-boating on the Yukon, 1898. The Oregon trail. · 第 59 / 62 章