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The Lure of the Land

(FOURTH EDITION)

The History of a Market-Garden and

Dairy Plot Developed within eight months upon Long Island's

Idle Territory, long designated as "Scrub Oak

Waste," and "Pine Barrens"

Being a true story of the work carried on by the Long Island

Railroad Co. at Experimental Stations Numbers One

and Two, to which in the Second Edition

was added the Aftermath

By EDITH LORING j^ULLERTON

Author of "How to Make a Vegetable Garden"

Editor of "The Long Island Agronomist"

Published by

Long Island Railroad Company

Long Island, New York
1912

Printed by

The Stone Ptg. and Mfg. Company

Roanoke, Virginia

Preface

Second K ■ "^HE large first edition of "The Lure of the Land" has been exhausted for some time.
Edition I As requests for the book come with nearly every mail, the management of the
-*■ railroad has decided to issue another edition.

There have been no changes in the book beyond the correction of typographical errors,
obscure points made more definite, and the addition of one chapter entitled "Aftermath,"'
which tells of the further success of the Long Island Railroad Company's Experimental
Station No. 1, and a brief outline of the development and equally great success of its
Experimental Station No. 2.

I wish here to thank the many people from many climes who have written me such
delightful letters of appreciation, and to those whom "The Lure of the Land" really lured
to Long Island, I wish God Speed.

Edith Loring Fullerton.

October 24th, 1909.

"Prosperity Farm"

Long Island Railroad Company's

Experimental Station No. 2

Medford, Long Island

Third P. S. (A Woman's Acknowledged Privilege). I cannot resist adding a word regard-

Edition ing this reprint of the second edition which has been made necessary by continued re-
quests. The buildings referred to in the final pages are now completed and the plans
have become a reality. A hearty welcome awaits all who care to come and see us.
Summer, Nineteen Eleven. E. L. F.

Fourth P. S. The trite saying "Nothing succeeds like success" seems to be forcibly upheld

Edition by the continued demand for "The Lure of the Land" and the consequent issuing of this
fourth edition.

The Experimental Stations have, in these seven years, achieved their object, for Long
Island is reinstated as a famous dairy country. It held high place among dairying sections
until some twenty years ago when the dairy farms suddenly became popular as estates and
suburban residences. The past year the Experimental Station's Dairy, and others on the
Island, have won State and National fame for high scores in Butter and Milk. Our Gold
Finch Butter this fall won the unequaled score of 99>^.

Orcharding, Grape and Berry Culture, Poultry Plants, Market Gardening and Green-
houses are increasing on the Island at a remarkable rate. Orcharding in particular is
coming back to the place of pre-eminence which it held from Colonial days up to a decade
ago.

Perhaps the Railroad tonnage speaks louder than any other voice of the success of
Mr. Ralph Peters undertaking with the Experimental Stations for they have been the
cause of trebling the tonnage of Agricultural Products in the past three years.

The Alfalfa crop this year reaches the high mark of 6^ tons per acre, while a yield of
143^ bushels of shelled corn per acre, puts the Island in a class all by itself.

Thousands of settlers have come to the Island through the work of the Stations and
their publications. It is with a grateful heart I say not one of them has failed though
many have braved the storms incident to embarking in a new business. May Peace,
Plenty, and Prosperity attend them all.

Edith Loring Fullerton.
"Prosperity Farm"
October 24th, 1912.

Alfalfa.

its Nitrogen Noduled Roots and Bagging Soil to Furnish
our Neighbors Bacterial Inoculation

"Scrub Oal< Waste," the Raw Material, 1905

Foreword

WHEN Mr. Ralph Peters became President of the Long Island Railroad, his inspection tours
of the Island showed him much to be done, and most forcibly was brought before him the
fact that the vast acreage of idle land, especially in Suffolk County (the easterly half of
the Island), must be developed for its own sake and for that of its railroad.

Many thrifty produce farms, dotted here and there in the midst of this wilderness, together with
the vast quantity and high quality of vegetables and fruit grown in the section, showed plainly that
the land now lying idle, much of it untaxed because it had been burned over so often, could be developed
into market gardens, fruit orchards, vmeyards, and dairies.

As "the proof of the pudding is in the eating," and as practical demonstration is vastly superior
to written statements, the President determined to establish Experimental Stations at various points
on the Island and give to the public the results of the work; the object being to prove that the unde-
veloped territory of Long Island, for years designated as "Scrub Oak Waste" or "Pine Barrens" was
maligned, and would, when given the opportunity, produce good crops of high quality.

The w^ork of this development was given into Mr. FuUerton's hands, and I, being favored beyond
most women, have been his "full partner" in the intensely interesting and valuable work.

It has included the daily records of riot only ordinary farm operations, but details of victory or
defeat in the fight with injurious insects and diseases, the quantity of crops gathered, their packing
and shipping; the growing of all valuable vegetables native to the temperate zone, as well as many from
China, Japan, and the Southern States, never before grown in this latitude; the receiving and entertain-
ing of many distinguished "Foreign" guesta as well as the Island neighbors and workers, investigators,
and experts in the tilling of the soil.

It included a daily weather report, made with tested Government thermometers and rain guage,
and conducted under Government regulations; together with the photographic record of every step
of the work.

These records have at all times been open to the public and have been inspected by eminent agri-
culturists in both National and State employ, editors of many agricultural periodicals, besides laymen
in various callings.

The frequeHt'Critici^ra'Ol'tke farm .has been that a man of small means could not go and do like-
wise. That is an unfaiV an^ unlust'critids'ih* We have accomplished in one year what a man may
take several in doing; there is nothing from the simple five-roomed portable house to the 5,000 gallon
tank that a man in moderate circumstances cannot have, and if his means warrant he may have much
more than the Experimental Station possesses.

In proving that this land could raise 3S0 varieties of plant growth, the income from crops was
materially cut down because this meant small plots of a variety. It has paid Long Island in giving it
an agricultural impetus already beneficial. It will show a man who is launching in this new business
just how much produce of each certain type was raised on a given space; it has paved the way for him,
made some of his mistakes for him against which he will guard, and given him the encouragement the
beginner sorely needs. Giving to the public these proofs of the land's fertility in two County Fairs has
materially reduced the Farm's income, for the greater part of the force was for three weeks taken from
regular operations that the showing might be as complete and attractive as possible.

It has been said, "Oh, of course the Railroad hauls everything free of charge for its own Farm.
How can you tell what it would cost an outsider?" The Farm has paid freight and express on all its
products, both to and from the Farm and knows just what it would cost another man to do the same
thing. It has lived the "simple life" as far as was possible with the educational work it was created to
accomplish. All supplies were as cheap as true economy would permit, for nothing is cheap that does
not wear well.

In brief, the Farm stands to-day on its first birthday where many men would place it in ten years
or even a lifetime. That others may do likewise, or even exceed the resulcs in the same brief space of
time, goes without saying; that is .simply a matter of personal equation.

EDITH LORING FULLERTON

September Tth, 1906

"Peace and Plenty"

Long Island Railroad Co.'s

E.xperimental Station No. 1

Wading River, Long Island

The "Junior Partner" Blowing Stumps by Batttry

Selection and Clearing

EARLY in August, 1905, the following message came from Mr. Peters: "Find the worst ten acres
on the North Shore upon which to establish Experimental Station No. 1." "Why does he
want the worst piece?" I at once asked.

"Because he don't want everj'one to say, '0, well,' you have known the Island for years
and of course you could pick up the very best piece there was anywhere.' "

"I see — and how are you going to prove to the dear public that it was the worst piece after we
get through with it?"

"0, I have a little scheme up my sleeve," replied the Senior Partner, and I was fully satisfied,
for little schemes up his sleeve always grow larger as they come down and positively burst as they drop
out.

We traveled the ' Mountain Division," as the North Shore branch is lovingly termed, for many
days. Our project seemed doomed, for no one would sell a paltry ten acres; talk about hundreds or
thousands or whole farms and they might listen (but now that is all changed). Finally two plots were
located, 1 at Rocky Point of the desired area, and 1 at Wading River of 18 acres. Rocky Point had
some very fine standing trees, while the Wading River plot was a slice out of the most desolate burned
over "waste" mind can picture. Scarcely a live standing tree, except along the northern boundary and
the northeast corner, and these were scarred and charred second and third growth oak and chestnut.

Photographs were taken of both plots and submitted to the President. We told him that the
native Long Islanders assured us that the Wading River plot was the "no goodest" piece of land to
be found.

"How much soil will we find?" we had queried, and they replied:

"Well, if you find 6 inches you'll be doing well. Besides that it's cold and it's sour."

On August 19th word came that the Wading River plot had been purchased, and on the 23d the
preliminaries had been settled and we could start work at once.

0, days of our Forefathers! Start work in the wilderness a mile and a half from a drink of water
and as good as a thousand miles from anything else. But there is no greater joy on earth than making
something out of nothing and no keener joy to the masculine partner than to be allowed the privilege
of demonstrating that the so-called "waste lands" of the Island he so dearly loves are productive.

Next came conferences in regard to clearing. One thing was certain, the money expended was as
far as possible to be placed in the hands of Long Islanders. Second, the method of clearing must be
the most rapid possible, for fall was coming fast and crops must be produced the following summer.

It was not our purpose to cut off the trees and brush and allow the stumps to remain six years
to rot; nor was it our purpose to attempt to raise partial crops in the stump land, tearing the life and
heart out of a man, beast and harness, and profiting but little.

Thirdly, as the scheme of "ten acres is enough" for a market garden, what should be done with
the remaining eight? "Make it into an experimental dairy and prove that this land is capable of pro-
ducing forage just as well to-day as it did a hundred years ago."

By this time August had passed, and we were still vainly seeking help. Finally on September 1st
we started out from our home town, Huntington, with the efficient aid of one colored coachman, who
decided that it would be fun to go with us and sent word to his employer that he would not be home that
day. (This we learned later, for we would not intentionally have robbed our neighbors.) We were
armed with an ax, bush scythe, whetstone, snathe, and, last but not least, the lunch basket. We arrived
at the scene of desolation about mid-morning. Frank was started to work in the northwest corner
while we went about among the good trees tying white rags on the ones to be spared the woodman's ax.

It was evident the house plot must be at the northeast corner, for we hold firmly to the belief that
in clearing land some trees should be left standing for shade about the home that a person building
a house in the broiling, baking sun and then planting young trees around it is short-sighted indeed and
loses the best part of a lifetime waiting for them to grow. As a rule the farmer's wife and the house
take the dregs of the thought and planning expended, and we made up our minds that the feminine
portion of this farmer's household should have some shade and beauty from the earliest days of settle-
ment.

By careful choosing and much planning, a grove of unmutilated or only slightly burned trees was
left in front of the house site, a few trees indicated the road, and a smaller grove to the south of the
house site gave slight protection (or should I say future promise of protection) from the hot summer
sun; it also furnished an excellent place for locating the chicken house and yard.

The next day we succeeded in getting four men, two colored and two white: Frank and his friend
Steve, while the others came from Huntington and Wading River, respectively. It was an interesting
day, while two lunch baskets replaced the one of the day previous. Was this pioneering?

"Frank, get in here with that bush scythe and trim out this plot where the house is to go," said
the Senior Partner.

"Yas, sir," said Frank, whose smile I am sure will never come off as long as his facial elasticity
remains.

A few strokes and the exclamation, "Golly, dis year sweet fern and huckleberry am hard cuttin.' "

"Well, suppose you sharpen the scythe up and see how she goes."

"All right. Boss, speck dat mought be a good idea."

"Say, there, George, what are you doing cutting down trees like that; didn't I tell you not to
touch anything until I gave the word, that tree was part of the drive and the only chestnut I had; all
right" — as a dubious expression came over his face — ^"you get to work trimming up these felled trees
and cutting what is good into cord wood."

And then we sat down together and wept over over our lost chestnut.

"Never mind, you know a cherry tree would be much better than a chestnut," I said.

"Well, maybe it would, but I wanted that chestnut."

"Look at Steve, does he think this is Broadway, he's wearing gloves and, my gracious, patent
leathers also! Great woodmen these. No wonder Westerners call it the effete East."

"Yes, but look at the Captain, he can everlastingly cord wood, and no lost motion.

The next day there was added to our "gang" "Bijah" and "Tootsie" and "Rayme," who was
familiarly known as the "Pahson," while a few more individuals of colorless character but strong on
complexion completed the "gang."

Their dinner was a sumptuous meal: coffee, boiled in true woodman fashion, sandwiches galore,
bananas and cake.

They decided staying right there and clearing up the whole ten acres was just what they were
looking for; that coincided with our desires, so they remained.

We found that as evening approached the "call of the curbstone" and street lamp was upon them,
so they decided to walk to the "Port," as Port Jefferson is fondly termed. This they did, covering the
twelve miles on the railroad tracks in due and ancient form, and the return twelve miles were negotiated
by dawn. Next day work was not so brisk, but it was some time before we discovered the reason.

But there was "a grouch on" and complaints started.

"Mis'r FuUerton, we all ain't gittin' 'nough to eat. Dis year san'wich diet ain't no food fo' a
working man."

"Well, boys, why don't you appoint a cook and caterer, surely one of you can get up a meal. You
have talked enough about being good axmen, you ought to know how to live out of doors."

So the "Pahson" was made chef. Next day a sumptuous meal was in readiness at noon, in fact
a trifle before, soup, meat-stew, succotash, pie, and cake. The usual result of a hearty midday meal
was soon visible, each man wanted to lie down and go to sleep.

Then and there we held a conference. The Islanders must be replaced by the manual mainstay
of civilization; the sons of Sunny Italy must be secured. In the meantime it was decided to remove
the stumps by dynamite, as trying to yank them out by pullers or by mattock and plow was both slow
and brutal; as for the ordinary custom cf allowing nature to work six years at the stumps and gradually
eliminate them in part by decay was not worthy of consideration.

Dynamiter Kissam of Huntington was engaged to do the blowing. He is a man of calm and serene
temperament, steady and careful at work, and to be fully trusted. With the approach of his coming,
the "up sleeve" scheme appeared. The editors of all the big New York and Brooklyn daily papers
and many editors of the prominent magazines were to be invited to the spot to see the first stump blown
out.

A good dozen of them made the trip on September Gth and Dynamiter Kissam greeted them with
a salute. The first stump was blown, shattered to bits and the ground pulverized, leaving a hole thirty
inches deep and marvelous to relate, every bit of it beautiful rich brown soil with no sign of sand or
gravel. The six-inch theory went up with the stump.

It was an interested and interesting party of men. Some of them decided to travel as far north-
ward as they could go, others retreated in utter confusion, while some remained the safe 200 feet from
the explosion.

\i sorted Native Help

Manual >rainstay of To-day — the Italian, Finished the Work

Dynamiters and Well-Drillers at Lunch

The universal verdict, however, was that they "would not undertake the task of making that
wilderness into a market garden for any money," and "we certainly had picked out the worst piece of
land ever." They wished us joy of the experiment.

By this time the "gang" of woodmen had increased to eight, and some of their experiences were
very funny.

"When the charges had been placed and the usual warning signal, "fire!" given, both negroes and
white men would fall over themselves to get out of the county; which was decidedly unnecessary, for
the explosions were always kept well away from the workmen.

Shortly after the arrival of the dynamiter came Lorenzo Balzarano, a "Corporale" or Italian boss,
to look over the work to be done and receive instructions, that he might pick men best suited to the
work in hand. He was a big fellow with a good face and a "job lot" of English in his possession. He
remained over night, when the following interesting incident happened. It came to us from the dyna-
miter. One of the colored men being much infatuated with the cornet, and in fact, a village virtuoso,
had taken his instrument into the wilds and made night hideous with his attempts at imitations of
Levy.

Lorenzo, whose name is shortened and Americanized to "Larry," asked if he might try the bugle.
This portended huge fun for the superior American, so the instrument was gleefully handed over to
the man they called the "dago." Larry made some noises even more startling than Steve's, and amid
much laughter they endeavored to teach him the approved method of blowing. Larry made strenuous
efforts and finally, rising to his full height and throwing out his chest, filled the air with the most beau-
tiful musical calls, running from the thrilling call for a cavalry charge, through all the war horseman's
life, to the last honors given a fallen hero. Never had they heard a professional cornetist strike every
note more clearly or with the fervor that only the Latin blood possesses. All the American and many
foreign army calls were rendered before the men realized that the joke was on them.

"Where did you learn them, Larry?" the dynamiter inquired.

"Me in Emperor's bodyguard. Me boss bugler," he calmly responded.

The next day Larry, his brother, Antonio Monteforte (a /ia//-brother, evidently), who came in
the capacity of timekeeper, and 18 other Sunny Sons arrived, when the natives were very glad to depart
to places of beds and indoor meals, sidewalks, and continuous half -holidays.

The question of housing the men while at work was a matter that early came up for consideration.
A shanty is the usual solution, while tents might be adopted, or the unsanitary "dug out" mar the
landscape. The former was entirely too ugly to suit our tastes; it also was expensive and useless when
the men were through with it. Tents were rather too airy, as we knew the work would continue until
freezing weather and perhaps well into the winter. We "passed" on the "dug out." The ideal as
well as the practical was something that would be of use after the work of clearing was completed,
and for that purpose we decided upon "condemned" freight cars. They cost but $10, the railroad
being glad to get rid of them (a later sale by a big trunk line placed the market price at $1.00 each),
while the hauling and placing cost about $15. For $25 we had a well-built, permanent, and the warmest
and coolest (because! ined with air space) chicken house one could possibly secure. A second car (for
two were found necessary when the Italians arrived), which we planned ultimately to make into a hay-
loft or feed-bin, was placed to the north of the location selected for the barn; so that by building a
small barn directly against the ear, the warmest possible place for animals would be secured.

These cars were purchased and placed as soon as a clearing could be made for them, and the Italians
were as happy as kings in a palace.

One day a long, lanky, seedy individual arrived and asked for work; cockney English was rampant
within him and he proved to be an English "Navvy" just come over to join his wife, who had been
here some time; he was cheerfully given work, but we looked for but little from him. He proved earnest
and eager to learn, therefore of much promise. He started a farmer's boy and had run the gamut of
"clerk," hostler and soldier, finishing as 'longshoreman.

With the advent of Larry and his swarthy followers work began in earnest, for the native helpers
had merely succeeded in clearing the house plot of trees and taking out dead and crowding underbrush
in the windbreak which bounded the north and had escaped total extinction by fire.

Beginning at the east line and working westward the Italians clea,red out every useless tree, cutting
cord-wood where any could be obtained, and burning the branches and charred trees as they went;
they also cleared out all underbrush, and burnt the ground over thoroughly.

The dynamiter with his helper followed them up. This is by far the most exciting and interest-
ing part of clearing land by modern methods. The dynamiter prepared his charges in two ways, one for
fuse ignition, the other for electric spark.

The dynamite is put up in half-pound sticks, they are a little larger than an ordinary candle and are
wrapped in heavy yellow paraffined paper. One folded end of this paper is opened up and a hole made
by a wooden skewer in the dynamite stick, which is plastic and resembles graham bread in color and
consistency.

For magnetic battery work a copper cap containing a minute quantity of fulminate of mercury,
and which requires a spark to explode it, is attached to fine electric wires and scaled by sulphur; this
cap is placed in the hole in the stick of dynamite and then securely tied by drawing string tightly around
the paper which was raised to admit the cap.

In preparing a charge for fuse ignition, the cap is crimped on to the end of a piece of mining fuse
and this is inserted in the dynamite stick and securely fastened as previously described.

These prepared charges are placed in a basket and carried very tenderly to the stumps which have
been prepared by the dynamiter's assistant. All the work is handled very tenderly and carefully,
for while there is no danger of an accident unless fire is placed near the explosive, extreme caution is
used at all times. To handle explosives one requires a nature serene, calm, and deliberate, which
Mr. Kissam possesses to a marked degree, and never in all the years he has used the dynamite has he
become the least bit careless, or ceased to regard it with respect.

Placing (Jne-Uali a i'uuiid ui JJjuamiK

Once a Big Stump, now Kindling Wood

A Little Fellow "Blown Clean"

The helper has made deep oblique holes under the stump singled out for execution with a round
crowbar or chisel-ended piece cf pipe. This is one of the most important parts of the work. The
holes should be as nearly horizontal as possible and directly under the stump, that all the explosive
force ma,y be expended on the wood and not on the earth between the dynamite and the stump, for
earth acts as a cushion and the natural tendency of dynamite to exert force downward is accentuated.

Small stumps up to 4 feet require about one-half pound, while large ones, say 6 to 8 feet in diameter,
require 3 pounds of the explosive, which is placed in several separate holes surrounding the stump.
When a stump requires separate charges, in order to secure united effort the electric spark is used, the
wires attached to the sticks of dynamite are connected, and this circle of wire attached to battery wire
about -00 feet long. This main wire is stretched to its limit and attached to the magneto battery.
At the word "fire," the plunger of the battery is sent home to the base, closing the circuit and sending
the spark generated to the caps, thus the several sticks of dynamite are simultaneously exploded. It
is a grand and wonderful sight, and I doubt if many women have had the pleasure and privilege of send-
ing the spark to a stump of live chestnut which measured 7J^ feet in diameter and in an instant making
of a waste place a bit of ground capable of taking its place in the world's work and ready to grow many
blades of grass where none had grown before.

Fourteen fuse charges are placed under as many stumps; the method of placing, by the way, is
to lower the charge into the oblique hole, press it steadily and firmly with a blunt ended stick until
expanded to the full size of the crowbar hole, then fill up the hole with earth and tramp it firmly, that
no explosive gases may find a loophole of escape. Each loaded stump is then marked by a stick or
branch.

Two men light these fuses, which are cut a thirty-second length (about a foot and a half of fuse
burns this time). A match is touched to each fuse, which has been slightly opened at the end that the
powder may be exposed and catch fire quickly. When the 14 fuses are all lighted the men take to
their heels and flee for their lives.

They always reach a distance of 100 feet and often more, for it is the longest thirty-seconds one
can conceive. At the first uplifting noise and shock they glance backward, ready to dodge any kindling
wood coming their way. When they have run a safe distance they turn and face the stumps, counting
carefully each explosion and watching the flying pieces, that they may net be hit. Dynamiter Kissam
has never had an accident, and I trust he never will.

Then follows a mcst delightful Fourth of July fire cracker exhibition on a large scale. Roots are
thrown up out of sight and return to earth a hundred or more feet from the place in which they grew,
while the air is filled with minute fragments of wood and powdered earth. The record for stump
blowing is 130 in one day, when 84 pounds dynamite was used. Three men can remove thoroughly
one to three stumps in one day by the use of the mattock, ax, and shovel.

But to return to the farm. Work pushed steadily on and as soon as a small strip was blown, the
Italians came in gathering up all the stumps, roots, and fragments, removing any pieces that might be
loosened, but not completely torn out and piling them at intervals and immediately burning them.
This is a process that cannot take place when stumps are removed by any other method, for by the
digging process the earth must be picked and scraped from them and ultimately the stumps chopped or
split in pieces before they will burn.

By the method pursued the stump is burned and the ashes spread upon the ground in a few hours
after they are blown out. By this process is obtained the finest kind of unleached wood ashes, nature's
best fertilizer, containing vegetable lime to "sweeten" and potash and phosphoric acid to furnish plant
food.

The two condenmed freight cars had been placed in position and the Italians made themselves
thoroughly at home. In fact, they seemed supremely happy there. Larry and Tony had partitioned
off a portion of their car for a bedroom, while a "hot stove" was placed in the remaining portion, which
served as kitchen and dining-room.

The rest of the men made bunks along the walls and an "eat stove" filled their cup of happiness
to overflowing. We made it a custom to say good morning and good night to every man and to learn
the name of each one; they soon became bright faced, polite, eager to please, and extremely faithful.
In fact, each one came to us asking to go out to work there again in the spring. As the days grew shorter
they asked to be allowed to make a full day and get full pay. We were only too glad to have them do
so, but didn't see exactly how they could manage it. They were up with the first streaks of dawn and
and cut the dinner time down more and more, working on until it became dark.

Their meals are curious and interesting: a dish of red peppers and a half a loaf of rye bread for
breakfast, half a loaf of dry bread for dinner, and for supper a good pan full of macaroni and beans
and tomatoes. During all the time they were there they ate no meat and were well and happy without
it. Tony cut his foot badly with the ax once, but kept at work just the same.

While the work was progressing, much thought had been expended upon the soil and its needs.
There was no top soil or humus; forest fires had robbed the plot completely of this valuable element.
'Tis worse than a pity, 'tis unpardonable negligence on the part cf landholders to neglect their fire lines.
In the olden days ditches were dug around all boundaries and were kept free from dead leaves and dry
matter which would carry fire. Now no one thinks either of ditching or keeping the old ditches clean,
so that fires starting from a carelessly thrown match and various other causes, sweep from the Sound
to the Ocean, many times utterly destroying small farms and threatening villages in their path.

We were thoroughly convinced that the soil contained all the elements of plant food and that
it was of extremely good quality. Oaks and chestnuts will not grow seven feet in diameter unless
this be true; also it requires good soil to produce a forest with from 300 to 700 trees per acre, none
under 18 inches in diameter. We also knew the forest land is always sour. That is, it has been shaded
so much, the sweetening powers of sun and air have been denied it. The fact that this piece had been
burned over aided a trifle, as the sun could reach the soil somewhat; further, the ashes produced from
the burned stumps would help. Long Island wood ashes contain, however, but about 5% lime (the

Island having no limestone upon it). Therefore, with these facts before us, it was determined to spread
half a carload (or 10 tons) of old strawy manure to the acre and procure some Canada wood ashes,
which contain 40% vegetable lime, for use where the soil proved too acid. The manure was ordered,
five carloads, and delivered on October 3d. The Italians proved their interest in the work, and their
willingness and eagerness to help was never better shown than when 18 of them unloaded and cleaned
two cars (nearly 60 tons) in 59 minutes. The 3 remaining cars were unloaded by 14 men in 2yi hours.
It was accomphshed this way:

"Larry," said the Senior Partner, "tell the men to unload as quickly as they can and I will give
them an American smoke. The railroad men say it will take three hours and I do not wish to delay
the train crew so long."

"All right, Boss, we see." The word was passed around with the above result.

The box of cigars was delivered; then came the morrow.

"Good morning, Larry, did the boys like the cigars?"

"Yes, sir, we keep 'em, feast day."

"But, Larry, were they really good?"

"Yes, sir, not so good like Italian cigar, Italian cigar stronger."

"What do you pay for yours?"

"I buy fifty cigar, thirty-five cent, him very good."

"Are they American?"

"No, Boss, him come from Italy."

A team of horses with wagon, plow, and driver was hired from the neighboring village of Rocky
Point. First was hauled to the northern boundary all cord-wood the Italians had been able to secure
when clearing the land of standing timber and underbrush preparatory to dynamiting. When this
was accomplished we possessed 18 cords of rather small wood; not much for 10 acres surely.

October 4th Mike Cooper (American for Miguel Coperillo) began spreading manure on acre "1"
and immediately plowing it in. It was our intention to sow winter rye on as much of the land as could
be prepared before cold weather prevented further work, in the hopes of having a few inches of green
humus to plow under in the spring.

By this time such a hue and cry went up about the expense of using dynamite for clearing land
that we had Larry pick his three best men to take stumps out by hand. We chose average stumps
for them, and the best they could do was one stump each in from 2^4 to 3X hours, and requiring the
united efforts of all three to roll the root out after it was loosened. They succeeded in getting out only
the bare stump, leaving all roots, large and small, to check the plow and prevent or seriously hinder
cultivation.

Dynamiter Kissam, with "Dell" Hawkins' assistance, blew regularly from 75 to 110 stumps a day.
The dynamite splits them so completely that they can be burned at once, and in fact one of the unwritten
laws was that all stumps blown each day should be burned and the ashes spread before work stopped.
The stumps taken out by hand required cleaning, splitting, and drying before they could be burned;
an added expense. Thus the comparison figures on 100 stumos:

DYNAMITE.

Average 60 pounds^Dynamite at 15c. per lb $9.00

Labor of Expert and Helper 5 . 50

100 fuses at 45c. per 100 feet 75

100 caps at 75c. per 100 75

$16.00

HAND LABOB,

100 average stumps requires 3 men 33 days at $1.33 per day $131 . 67

Stump pullers were out of the question, there was no standing timber for the block and fall to be
fastened to, the time necessary to hitch to stumps buried just under the surface, frequently with rotted
heart, together with the cost of the puller, hire of horses and men, made it way beyond the power of
competing with dynamite.

The daily bombardments seemed to interest people in the surrounding country very much. When
questioned as to what was being done at the Experimental Station they would reply:

"Aw they're plantin' dynamite and raisin' hell, and that's all they ever will raise." Now that
the farm has raised other than that warm locality they say it is "Fullerton luck," but we know better.

By the tenth of October all the 10 acres had been cleared of underbrush and dynamite work was
progressing well. Fuses gave out, causing some delay, as manufacturers are not overly prompt in
deliveries. Two teams were working upon the cleared section, one plowing, one disc harrowing. Fol-
lowing this process came spring tooth harrowing, which gathered up the finer roots of sweet fern and
huckleberry so that they could be piled and burned.

All this time water had to be carried from the depot, a mile and a half away. Two small Italian
boys were kept busy all day traveling back and forth. Water must be had for the farm, and it was our
desire to experiment in a small way with irrigation. There comes a time every season when the Eastern
States have a drought of greater or less duration. A market-gardener should not be at the mercy of
the elements. There is too much at stake. Then, too, all extra choice products should be carefully
washed before they are packed. As for the actual quantity of water required by plants for their growth,
the following instances are very convincing:

To produce 1 ton of dry oats requires 520 tons of water; 1 ton corn, 310 tons water; 1 ton red clover,
453 tons water. In other words growing plants require 300 to 500 times their dry weight. It certainly
seems as though water were more necessary than fertilizer or anything else but sun and air.

In the middle of October the well was started; it was located on the house plot northwest of the
house site. The trees left vacant a circle which was an admirable setting for the tank tower and a
protection both winter and summer. Much thought and investigation were expendf d upon the water
supply. The well, of course, was a necessity, but there was much to be considered in regard to the
method of pumping. Under ordinary circumstances a wind mill would do, but a farm should not be
allowed to prove a failure for lack of water in a droughty season. During the past summer, that of
1905, a drought struck the entire eastern section of the United States, when vegetation was making a
strong early growth; as a consequence many plants remained practically dormant. In case of drought
(and almost evcr>' spring or summer brings one of greater or less duration) water must be on hand,
and as a drought is usually accompanied by windless weather a windmill could not be depended upon.
An engine was obviously necessary, both gasoline and kerosene engines were closely investigated with
the result that a "Secor" kerosene oil engine was decided upon. This engine starts immediately by
lighting a very small quantity of gasoline by electric spark, which generates sufficient heat to vaporize
the kerosene when the engine is shifted to the latter fuel. Some kerosene engines must be started by
heating an iron ball red-hot by means of a gasoline torch, before the kerosene is vaporized; this requires
oftentimes 20 minutes and more. Gasoline engines are more expensive in operation and more dangerous
to run ; while the kerosene engine's first cost is greater it is much cheaper to operate. Another advantage
of the engine over windmill is that it will furnish power for cutting wood or grinding grain, shredding
fodder, filling silos, or lighting the buildings, a 2J4 horsepower engine running 25 16-C.P. lights easily.

The well-driller was accompanied by a huge colored man whom the Senior Partner immediately
dubbed "Big Mice." Alas, he could not remain, for there was not a house in the neighborhood where
one with African blood in his veins could get a bed to sleep in. He returned home, leaving George, a
young Westerner, to do the drilling, with our 'longshoreman as a helper. It was an exciting time when
the well was started. It would mean so much to have all the water needed and not have to carry it the
long distance in small quantities at high cost.

Then, of course, it permitted of a little sport, and many bets were made as to the depth we should
strike water. The site was about 100 feet above the Sound and we deemed that about the depth we
should have to go. The Senior Partner bet the driller we would strike water nearer GO than ICO feet;
the bet was for a hat against a pair of gloves, and he was so sure of winning he told me in confidence he
had decided upon a white "stove pipe" with a deep well band.

Ah, the tantalizing delays about that well, first the driller ran out of pipe, when more came it was
the wrong size, and interminable delay, and the next lot was cracked.

Water was finally reached at 102 feet (the hat remained a dream). A little more drilling to bed
the well points and strainer revealed the fact that we had struck an infold or overlap of a terminal
moraine, for the sand instead of being sea-wash running into gravel was as fine as emery. It would
never do to stop there, for the flow would be slow and the sharp stuff would wear the leather cups and
brass valves out in less than no time. Drilling continued through shallow layers; always water in
plenty, but geological conditions poor. At 149 feet a beautiful flow was struck with ideal gravel bottom;
we had reached that huge subterranean river which lies under Long Island and is a never failing source
of crj'stalline water, free from surface drainage, pure and sweet for whomsoever cares to tap it. It
rose to within 40 feet of the surface and was still rising when the pumps were put on and we had the
first sip — sweet, sparkling, cold (49° F.)- — the best drink in the world. Then, to test the supply, an
18-inch stroke was pulled and she never "kicked." Now the first turn of the pump throws water into
the tank, showing that the water stands close to the top of the pipe.

But to return to the land, Nature smiled her sweetest upon us up to October 20th, when there was
a 24-hour downpour.

"Now w'e're up against it, we won't get the rye drilled in for a week or more, and that will be too
late to get a good start this year," said the Senior Partner.

"Well, if that farm is anything like our garden you can drill in rj-e to-morrow," I said.

Hand in hand we traveled forth the next day and there were the harrows going merrily over the
ground, and though the soil was moist it did not cake up a bit. Rye was sown in the afternoon, thus
completing 3 out of the 10 acres.

The comparison of plowing this land with land cleared in the usual way is interesting. To begin
with, the team and driver cost $4.00 per day, while they always charge $5.00 per day for the land when
stumps are left in. This land plowed at the rate of 1^ acres a day while K of an acre is the best they
can do in stump land.

On October 2Sth I had the pleasure of blowing out our "king" stump, a chestnut 7>2 feet in diameter.

Our neighbors and friends were kind and encouraging, many of them came long distances to re-
monstrate after this fashion:

"Say, old man (that's not I), we're awful fond of you and you have done a lot for the Island. We'd
hate to see you rum yourself. For goodness sake give this thing up before it is too late. You know
nothing will grow here under three to six years. Honest, old man, we mean it."

Then the Senior Partner would w\'^Jk around with them a bit and they would say, "What's that
green over there?"

"Rye."

"No, go-wan, it can't be!"

"Go and look for yourself then," he would answer. They went away nobler and better men.

Others would gather in the village stores and decide that we had "pizened" the soil with gases
from the dynamite, but as the rye grew stronger and greener they said, "Well, anyway, it wouldn't
live the winter through."

As the weather grew colder the problem of handling the dynamite became a perplexing one. It
freezes at 44° and we were absolutely determined to get at least 10 acres cleared before snow flew.

A magazine was made of a large dry goods case and placed in the middle of a pile of manure, the

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opening facing soutli. The dynamite was stored in this, only as much as was needed for immediate
work being removed at a time.

"Dynamite camp" was first located in the house plot, but as the work moved westward, camp
also had to move. Finally we located in the windbreak, placing cords of wood to the west, north, and
east, leaving the south open. An old sail cloth was thrown over the wood-pile in the daytime, keeping
out the winds and making a warm sunny sheltered spot. Here the dynamiters prepared their charges,
placing them when ready in a small box, in the bottom of which was some hot manure, a cloth was
thrown over the top and the lid closed down. Thus they were transported safely to the stumps already
prepared for charging.

The acres were cleared up quickly and cleanly, the stumpage running from 270 up to 337 on the
eighth acre, the ninth numbered 334, and when they started blowing the tenth we felt our goal was
nearly reached.

Dynamiter Kissam and the "Captain," or "Cap," as Dell was more often called, worked harder
than ever. They started the acre November 2d and blew 110 stumps that day: the next 97, next 20,
next 6C, next 99, but apparently they made no impression upon it. We became impatient, the fall was
slipping by and that last acre hung fire.

"Charlie, can't you get someone else to help you, we must get this acre and as much of the dairy
as possible done this fall."

"Why, yes, I guess Ed. Underbill, cf Syosset, will help me."

■'Telegraph him, then, and see if he will come out to-night," said the Senior Partner.

The "water boy" carried the message to the depot and "Ed" appeared on the evening train. My!
how these three boys worked the next 3 days, until on the 16th they made a record blow of 160 stumps,
bringing this acre up to 797 stumps over average size. I blew by electric spark the last one, and this
10 acres, up tc this time a drag upon the community, took its place in the rank of the world's producers.

Three cheers arose from us all, even the Italians throwing their hats in the air, and giving vent
to their feelings.

By this time the plow and harrow were well up to the dynamiter, so that the next day saw the 10
acres seeded down to rye and the telegram that went to the President read like this:

"Number I's ten acres cleared, plowed, disc harrowed, cross harrowed with a spring tooth harrow
and drilled with rye in 64^ working days from the start of clearing."

And the answer came:

"Coneratulation.s."

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Nijiht Work— Burniiii!: the Kino Hoots

Winter Work

DYNAMITING contiiiuecl ill the dairy sgction up to the end of November. Three acres were com-
pleted, but the weather became so cold it was very difficult to go further. Two acres plowed,
but no more work could be accomplished here.

The question of suitable shelter for us and for a man on the place came early into con-
.sideration. We heard of a 5-room portable that had been used 2 summers on the South Shore Beach,
which was for sale. It was in good condition, and authorization was given for its purchase.

Immediately we made measurements for a collar under it, for there was urgent need of store room
for coal in winter and provisions in summer. Larry put 3 men in there and they seemed to vie with
each other in quick work; to us the absorbing part was the soil conditions. Of course all the soil
was carefully placed and saved for future use; it ran just 3 feet deep when sea-wash sand and gravel
in brown and white strata appeared. This was also kept separate for mason work, foundations for
roads and piths.

In a day the cellar was dug, ready for the erection of the house. It came like a pack of cards, was
erected in 2 days by a carpenter and his helper, and looked most ridiculous with the windows curtained
before the roof went on. This is the way it was arranged, leaving out a partition at the western end and
making 4 rooms instead of 5. It was heated by a very small G-hole "eat stove," No. 7 Paragon, and a
No. 10 Redcloud "hot stove" in the office. Into this house we put the English 'longshoreman, his wife,
and little girl; they remained all winter, finding the house more comfortable than the average modern
frame house.

Early in the life history of the farm we roughly sketched the plan of campaign; chicken house,
barn, house, and well were plotted. Next came the orchard, which was to cover an acre of ground.
No farm or country place, no matter how small, is complete without some fruit; it is a permanent im-
provement, to draw more and more interest as time goes by.

It was our plan to experiment with fruit in this way. Firstly, put in many named varieties of
many kinds of fruit and find what wa.> best adapted to the locality; secondly, to procure the stock from
widely differing sections both north and south of us, to see which change of latitude would show the
greater advantage.

Many nights were spent poring over catalogues, and at last the orders were given, each a duplicate
of the other and an accompanying letter stating the nature of the experiment, that the stock would be
planted at the same time side by side. One order went to northern New York State, one to southern
Pennsylvania.

Pennsylvania's came first in "coffins," the mcst ghastly looking packages, arriving the day before
election day. As Italians would rather make a day's pay than vote, and further had not registered,
we started planting on November 7th. A privet hedge running along the drive road on the barn side

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was first planted. Jit was to be allowed to grow tall and obscurejthejjbarn buildings from the house.
A trench was dug, some old well-rotted manure (of which a car load was purchased as a mulch for the
trees and fruit), and wood ashes thoroughly mixed in the bottom, and the bushes firmly set, a foot apart.
Previous to the arrival of the nursery stock, holes had been dug to receive the trees. Acre 4 was
selected for the orchard; it was the middle acre from north to south, on the eastern boundary and not
far from the house and on a slight slope. Apples occupied the first row, set 25 feet apart, with a peach
between each. Peaches last but 12 years, and will be out before the apples need the room. Next
came pears, then cherries with one nectarine and one apricot for trial; next quinces, then a quantityjof
Japanese plums, a few German prunes, and greengages.
The varieties were as follows:

Apples. Cherries. Quinces.

Red Astrachan, May Duke Champion,

Red Bietigheimer, Montmorency, Bourgeat,

Esopus Spitzenburg, Ordinaire. Orange.

Northern Spy. Japanese Plums. Pears.

Raspberries. Abundance, Bartlett,

Golden Queen, Burbank, Worden Seckle,

Champlain. Satsuma, Anjou,

Wickson. B. S. Fox.

Gooseberries. European Plums. Currants.

Downing, Grand Duke, Fays Prolific,

Industry. Bavays Greengage, White Currant.

Monarch.
iMoorepark Apricot, Nectarine,

Red, white, and blue grapes, Catawba, Niagara, and Concord, Rathburn blackberries, Palmetto aspara-
gus, Myatts Linneaus rhubarb and Sharpless strawberries from the home garden.

The holes were prepared with wood ashes thoroughly mixed at the bottom, the roots carefully
pruned, then set in the hole with plenty of room to spread out, and arranged as nearly as possible as
they were in their original home. Dirt was shoveled in carefully and blowly, while one man tamped
gently with a blunt stick in order that the roots might be thoroughly embedded and no air spacf s left
about them.

When the hole was filled, 2 thort stakes were driven beside the tree, one to the east, one to the west,
a piece of old garden hose about 4 inches long was split and encircled about the tree trunk. A soft stout
twine tied around the piece of hose and extending to each brace and back again, held the tree firm so
that no amount of wind could loosen the roots. We had the feeling that this work was too important
to trust to others, but soon found that Larry, Tony, and Dominique were doing as well as we could; in
fact, many of these men showed real talent for gardening. Tying was work that woman's hands could
do, so that was my portion.

Grapes went in around the chicken yard, currants, gooseberries, and blackberries, rhubarb and
asparagus near them. There are but enough of these plants to supply a family's wants. To the north
of the orchard and along the eastern boundary, raspberries were placed, strawberries next them, leaving
a strip in a swale between them and the asparagus for the raising of late seedlings.

By the time these were all in it was well into November, plowing continued in the pasture and the
Italians mounded earth about each orchard tree, making a rain shed and preventing sinkmg about the
tree trunk where ice and snow could settle, next they piled a manure mulch on this mound, leaving an
open circle about each trunk that mice and moles might not be harbored and eat the bark. Well we
knew it was late for setting out trees and bushes, but also we knew that the nurserymen take their stock
from the fields, and "heel" them in where they can get at them in the early spring for shipment. To
our minds, a tree well planted and carefully protected, mainly against heaving by freeze and thaw,
stood as good a chance or better than one "heeled in." Added to that, when planted the roots had a
chance to get settled and gain a foothold, so that when growing season started (below ground long
before above ground) their work went on, gaining just a year in their growth. All the rest of the stock
was mulched, while strawberries were covered with strawy compost after a fair freeze.

The drive and paths were made accordmg to our sketch of the early season. First gravel and sand
from the cellar was spread and rolled with a kerosene barrel filled with stone, next a dressing of loam
and finally cinders were laid; for this rolling, the well-driver's drop weight was borrowed. The road
proved permanent, useful and sightly, weathenng both winter and summer well.

The well being finished the erection of the tank tower and the placing of engine and pump claimed
attention. Stone for the concrete corner foundations of the tower had to be brought from the beach,
the entire farm having disclosed 4 stones, the largest 4 inches in diameter. A large hole was dug, filled
with boulders and cement, a square casing set above and the concrete poured in. The engine base was
made the same way and with even more scrupulous care, for we were particularly anxious the engine
should have a firm foundation. All this work was done by the well-driver and John, no experts or high-
priced men were on the work. The tower went up and waited weeks while "tracers" followed the tank
from Michigan here. If any manufacturer could delay the work we seemed destined to win the delay.
Dame Nature was always with us, helping in every conceivable way, but man — well, man is dead slow
and "bites ofT (in these strenuous days) more than he can chew," and often prefers not to keep his word,
while his contract is seldom lived up to. A carpenter and his boy next held sway, enclosing the tower,
and building a lean-to for the pump head. An engine does its best work when some distance from the
pump; well rods need raising for new cups and valves once in a while, therefore the pump was given a
lean-to with trap door in the roof for raising the rods. In the upper part of the main tower an office was
made by laying a floor and erecting the most amazing flight of stairs imaginable. The engine was set,
the pump head was placed and the carpenter and I "lined" the pulleys. "Pennsylvania millions" has

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been the cry. I am sure none of them ever found their way to Experimental Station Xo. 1; even if they
had, there are many things millions cannot accomplish.

At last the tank arrived and was erected; then another delay while "tracers" again hunted pump
pulleys that had never left the factory. It has become a mercantile custom to saddle delay on trans-
portation companies.

One never-to-be-forgotten day the engine started and pumped the 5,000 gallon tank full in 6 hours.
Hurrah, no more carting of water, no need of thinking twice before taking a drink or washmg hands for
fear the supply would give out!

The irrigation system had been decided upon. Simple in the extreme, it consisted of a pipe running
from the tower directly south through the chicken yard to the .seed bed. By the chicken house it took a
right angle, running west the length of the 18 acres, again north to the northwestern corner, where the
dairyman's cottage would ultimately be. A second pipe was run across the front lawn to the barn.
All these pipes were laid 3 feet deep, the work being done by the Senior Partner and the Italians, with
occasional help from the well-driller. About every 100 feet of this pipe length, a standard was inserted
with a stop-cock at the top; these were for attaching hose, for the system called only for a length of hose
with lawn sprinkler attached. Our idea, proven to our own satisfaction in our own garden work, is that
plants want their water in nature's way, from above and that it can be applied when the sun is shining
just as well as not, provided you give them enough, don't just wet the leaves and moisten the ground, soak
them, it is the sunshower of summertime.

Well into the winter work continued, the Italians (now cut down to a much smaller force, of course),
set fence posts about the entire IS acres, and a division fence line between the market-garden and the
dairy. This was slow and tedious work, for the ground was pretty well frozen, yet we knew that when
spring opened there would be more than all hands could attend to without thinking of fences.

Nature favored us with an exceptionally open winter, so that much more was accomplished than was
expected. Yet what remained to be done seemed .stupendous and we awaited the opening of spring
with bated breath.

\^'inter nights found us poring over catalogues of seeds and implements, traveling to factories to see
these implements made and learning their various features, drawing plans for a simple barn that would
blend into the freight car without looking freaky, plotting the 10, or rather 13, cleared acres, that there
might be no hitch either in ordering seed or planting the same.

About the middle of January, Teddy, a young Englishman of about 20, appeared, asking for work.
He was an artisan's son and had been working on Long Island for a year or more; we engaged him gladly
for the spring. He found work in the village during the winter and we were ready for his help March 1st.

We had also engaged a Huntington boy who had worked for us in our garden, where many strange
vegetables have found a home, to go with his wife to the farm when spring opened; Mike Cooper, who
broke up the soil, following the dynamiters closely, begged to become one of our force, and as he is a
good plowman, farmer, willing, and quick, we also engaged him for the spring.

In January a trench 4 inches deep had been dug along the front fence on the house plot; here we
sowed peas, giving them a little old manure and plenty of wood ashes. They were covered to within
an inch of the surface, and instructions given to I\Iack to fill it in before a heavy snow-storm. Alas for
for the sweet peas, he filled the trench with true English thoroughness and but few of them ever came
through. I think now I prefer spring planting. Who said, "Sour Grapes?"

A pile of "blown" stumps with their long slender roots was piled by the drive gate to serve in the
future as a nasturtium trellis. Several stumps were placed about the trees to serve as seats and flower-
stands, and as reminders of the past.

One of the most important portions of winter work is the making of hot-beds for raising seedlings.
The barn was not erected at the farm, and no spot was quite sheltered enough for beds; besides a 'long-
shoreman-sailor-soldier Englishman cannot tend hotbeds successfullj'.

"What shall we do?" said the Senior Partner. "We must have tomatoes, early cabbage and cauli-
flower plants. We will have to grow them here under our personal supervision and there is only one
place to put them that is ideal."

"I know," I replied, "where I raised my early chicks, the warmest spot in our home acre. All
right, go ahead, we'll sacrifice even chickens to the success of Number 1."

So John Coddington was at once installed maker and tender of hotbeds for Experimental Station
No. 1 at Huntington in our own home chicken yard. The space admitted of 7 sash; a 3-foot hole was
dug, the frame set according to regulations and hot manure placed in the bottom. Fine sifted loam was
placed over this and when the bed had reached the proper temperature radishes were sown, for we
intended getting 1 crop of these before tomatoes, cabbage, and cauliflower took all the room. There
were many bunches pulled in March when radishes were bringing 25 cents a bunch.

Tomato seed was sown in February, in 7 varieties: early, medium, and late; pink, red, and yellow.
In the little conservator^', our winter's delight and recreation, my seed boxes were brought forth and
planted with asters, pansies, coleus, peppers, and cardoon, all destined to beautify the house plot about
the little homestead in the wilderness. When seeds are sown, spring begins.

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PRING began with us when the ground, even though still hard, could
be turned over. "Mack," so dubbed to prevent confusion with
John Coddington, forked the lawn plots about the house — the plow
had not done any work here, for the trees interfered. It was hard
work and slow, but brawny muscle and encouragement prevailed.
A dressing of well-rotted manure and a sowing of ashes had been
spread for turning under, for we wished to lay special stress upon
the grass plot. Too many new homes never have one, more's the
pity.v Of course, it needed raking after being turned over, and as
no rakes seemed to grow in scrub oak, the Englishman turned
Yankee and invented one. He took a board, drove nails through
it, fastened it to a stick, and proceeded to rake; Teddy, for a drag
and leveler, tied a couple of cedars to a board, which answered the
purpose admirably.

Edward Tuddenham, or Ted, started work March 1st, giving
us 2 men. Much work on buildings was yet to be done, while 2
more portables of 3 and 5 rooms each were ordered ; one was for the
helpers, the other for our own use. This necessitated moving the
seaside cottage already erected on the house plot farther west — an
added.expense, but one that under the circumstances was unavoid-
able.

The tower was still incomplete and the bam unerected.
March 19th brought with it a corps of 4 carpenters. I quote
from the Senior Partner's diary to show that things did not go
merrily all the time:

"The 4 carpenters arrived with little to eat, nothing to cook
with and nowhere to sleep. I took out of the chicken house car
materials stored there waiting the arrival of the portable houses,
set 2 men to work erecting bunks and tables, while the third re-
turned to the city for food supplies."

It was necessary to keep the workmen there, for distances
were so great the best portion of a day was used in traveling back
and forth.

Our next few days were spent in getting out orders for vegetable plants (knowing full well we could
not raise all we should need), and various other "knittmg work." Receiving word that the csrpenter
who erected the first portable would be there to erect the others (which, by the way, had arrived), we
returned to the farm. The first thing that greeted us was the barn frame, standing about 4 feet above
the car top and big enough for an apartment house.

"For heaven's sake," exclaimed the Master Mind, "do you think we are going to keep giraffes?
That thing is big enough for giants. Where's the plan? ^We drew it and sent it in with this roof slanting
south from the car roof!"

The drawing was produced, a beautiful blue and white thing by expert draftsmen, but the speci-
fications attached did not "gibe."

To say we "threw fits" draws it mildly. Three men had worked 3 days with second hand extra
heavy timber (this is where the Pennsy was saving a few millions) and this awful nightmare stared us in
the face.

"It hoodoos the whole place," I exclaimed. "We might just as well not have worked so hard.
Telephone (oh, yes, we had a telephone, every farmer should, especially if he is far from civilization and
the base of supplies) to the Engineer's Department 'and ask them if it can't be altered."

A heart to heart talk with the foreman revealed the fact that his instructions were to "Do whatever
Mr. Fullerton wants. If he says to put the roof on the ground and the floor on top, you do it."
That was sufficient for us, the roof came down in the world and later took its proper place.
But March was slipping away and there were no horses, and plowing must start soon! Would that
barn ewer be built?

The Thanksgiving cottage must be moved; for so the first one erected was named, from the fact
that we took the 2 children and dinner under our arms and spent the day at the farm. Dinner consisted
of cold broiled chicken — the real kind that you raise yourself, not the dormant kind of city life — fried sweet
potatoes, which I warmed in the little oven (this was before Mack's family had moved in) and pumpkin
pie. To quote again from the diary:

"The entire Fullerton family having decided that the small village plot was not sufficient in extent
to allow their true Thanksgiving proper expansion, arranged to take their dinner in a basket and eat
what was the first Thanksgiving dinner ever eaten, by a white man at least, on Peace and Plenty Farm
(this is our own pet name for the place). The little portable was warm and the drawing table supple-
mented by an extremely low rocker, one extremely high rush-bottomed chair, several dynamite boxes
and the mattress of a cot bed, made this dinner unique in a great diversity of respects.

"As an appetizer, the orchard and growing rye were found remarkable, and the old car which had
once served as a refrigerator car on the once-famous Long Island-Boston milk train now almost forgotten,
gave the children an opportunity which they have longed for, of being 'real railroad men,' utiUzing the
low platform with its brake as a locomotive of express speed.

"By means of an object lesson, consisting of peanut brittle, figs, velvet molasses and a very careful
and lengthy explanation, the Italian gang were made at last to understand what the American Thanks-
giving was about, and finally by combining Spanish with English, reward was secured and some feast
day called 'Succore" held in Italy was discovered, this evidently being a day of similar meaning to the
Italian race."

And I might add that every man jack of them later passed the door, raised his hat and said, "T'ank
you, boss." Boss to them is feminine as well as mascuHne.

But to return to the march of events. Thanksgiving cottage was moved, a new one erected over
the cellar, and the 3-room farther west in the wind-break. We selected as much tree shelter as we could
for each cottage, knowing the shade would be welcome during the heat of summer.

Shelves were put in for clothes, books, etc., while kitchen cupboards, diminutive pantries, and table
shelves made the kitchen arrangements of the cottages complete. We were to eat in the office end
of Thanksgiving cottage, for 6 of us were to sleep in the 4-room "Homestead."

Pruning time was here, so we sallied forth to see how our orchard fared. With fear and trembling
we went over it; returned rejoicing in the fact that not a tree was dead and even this early (March 22d)
they showed signs of awakening.

Rain, sleet, and snow now prevented outdoor work; there was plenty inside, however, and the
carpenter's hammer still rang. The last day of March being clear, we set out some dormant plants
about the house plot; roses, ornamental grasses, iris, and such things.

At home the tomatoes had grown strong and sturdy; we were giving them all the air possible to
keep them stocky, and now they needed transplanting. Potted plants fruit much earlier than unpotted
ones; early fruit brings the highest price: ergo, ours should be potted. John and I set to work, making
the chickens' scratching house our workshop. A case of paper pots was to our hand; some earth from
the hotbed and the seedlings completed the outfit. John filled the pots, I set the plants, a whole day
and they were not done yet; another half day and we had the bed's capacity filled, 1,300 pots returned
to the frame to await warmer weather for transporting. We were rather proud of that bunch. For
several days they were kept well watered, shaded and cool, until the fine roots should have gained a new
foothold. Cabbage and cauliflower were thriving, though not to our liking, tomatoes need heat, the
others cold, so the latter were being somewhat coddled.

April 1st and the barn not yet complete. There was only one thing to do, coax Neighbor Robin-
son to rent us his team again until we could get our horses. On the 2d, plowing started on acres 1 and 2.
The rye was 15 inches high — alas for the prophets — and was being turned under to do untold good.
Fine roots of huckleberry and sweet fern still kept coming up and we knew the fight with them was
destined to be a long and hard one. The harrow gathered them up somewhat, but still they were ob-
structionists.

The annual forest fires started to the west of us; strenuous effort on the part of all the force of
workmen saved that section of the Island from again burning over; a second fire a few days later with a
westerly wind met its own defeat against the fence of the cleared land of the Experimental Station.

By the end of the first week in April work was swinging at a rapid pace, land was being plowed as
fast as possible, the stable nearly complete, so that on the 7th the 2 "condemned" express horses (con-
demned because their feet were worn out by city pavements and for no other reason) arrived. Great
big beautiful fellows, one a gray with a little Percheron in him immediately named "Buckeye," while the
other, a Roman-nosed buckskin, received the name "Texas," in recognition of his ancestry.

Horse and hand implements were being assembled, these consisted of Planet Jr. one horse culti-
vator, horse leveler, hand drills, hand cultivators, a roller, and a plow.

Three plum trees were heeled in the fall and saved for spring planting, for comparison with the fall
planted stock; these were now set out, 2 in the chicken yard, 1 near the little cottage.

On the 11th grass seed was sown about the house plot, a mixture of Burpee's "Fordhook Famous"
and his "Shady Nook." It was brushed in with the cedar trees. To the southwest of the house a small
plot was sown with U. 8. Government grass seed; a row of Haricot beans, also from the Government,
bordered it, so it became known as "Government plot." Some plants with lovely copper tags bearing
enormous numbers were also planted here; they throve well, but things without a name are never as
sweet to me as ones with names, even though long Latin ones.

As the land was finally prepared for seeding, it was done in this manner. Rye turned under with
the plow, followed by disc harrow, followed by spring tooth harrow, followed by leveler, which, by the
way, is one of the best and least appreciated or used of farm implements. It levels uneven spots, breaks
clods, and pulverizes the soil.

The "gude mon" came home and said, "Those cussed wiry huckleberry roots are still so thick, I
don't see how the hand drills will ever work among them. We simply can't spare time to rake them out
by hand."

"Why don't you borrow a regular horse hay rake, I should think that would clear them up a bit."

"Level head," he exclaimed. We borrowed a rake and it worked Hke a charm, 2 carloads to the
acre of those "cussed roots" came out and were promptly burned.

April 14th was ushered in with a light white frost, but hand drills started early and by night 4
varieties of radishes, covering half an acre, and 3 varieties of peas had been planted; also Sakurajima —
a Japanese radish. The drills worked hard and unevenly, going into the soil deep, then checking against
roots. A 2-man method was invented, 1 pulling with a lialter, the other pushing. But the men, John
and Ted, soon found they could work them alone.

In going over the diary for April, one's head fairly spins with the work accomplished. Plants were
removed from Huntington to the farm, tomatoes were placed in the implement shed until a cold frame

Anivnl at No. 1 of Horses "Buckeye" and "Texas

The Well-Diilleib' Unip-Weight Served as a lii.ad i;..!

could be built to receive them. Cabbage and cauliflower were set at once in the field, being covered
with paper pots for a few days to prevent wilting, and sometimes at night to guard against cold.

Lettuce, beets, onions, spinach, parsnips, endive, scorzonera, celery (in the seed-bed), and com
were drilled in by the little Planet Jr., hand drills, those exquisite little time-savers.

As an illustration of the work they will do in this new ground it required 25 minutes to plant 8
rows of parsnips, each row 100 feet long.

To plant 3 rows each of 4 different varieties of lettuce consumed 45 minutes, and this of course
meant empty and fill the drill for each new variety.

Lettuce plants and cabbage plants from a Huntington grower were set out (we wished to test trans-
planted lettuce with that grown in drills and only thinned). Chives, shallots, Pe-tsai, carrots, and
radishes from North China were all sowed. Udo, the Japanese celery, was planted to the east of the
raspberries.

On the 21st all trees and shrubs were sprayed with "Scalecide," as a preventive against the San
Jose scale. To do the orchard and berries required 1 hour and 15 minutes, and 8 gallons of the mixture
(1-3 gal. Scalecide at 60c. per gallon) ; not a very costly ounce of prevention.

A portion of the lawn was sprinkled as a first test of irrigation. On the 26th of April the grass
seed had germinated on this portion only.

Potatoes were planted this month — nine varieties as a test of their earliness, productiveness and
qualities.

On the night of the 22d the "hustler" came home and exclaimed: "A plum is in bloom."

"Where? In our garden?"

"Our garden nothing. No. 1 of course."

"Why it can't be," I exclaimed, "you know they really ought not to be alive and they can't bloom
the first year."

"I don't care, it's in bloom and a lot of the others show fruit buds."

"Whose trees? New York or Pennsy?"

"Pennsy, all their trees are way ahead, they're ahve to the tips and some of them are in leaf, while
New York's are only in budwith no fruit buds, and many of the branches have died back three or four
inches," he replied.

"Score 1 for No. 1," I said. Everyone said you should move stock south to have it produce earlier,
but we know that Pennsy's stock stood the better chance, for they showed more careful packing and
the trees looked sturdier and had great numbers of fibrous roots. Anyhow, no one can say they did
not have a fair show, for they were warned of the contest and came prepared to meet victory, defeat or
a tie.

Chill drizzly weatherjnow^prevented further planting afield. A cold frame was erected in the lee
of the barn and tomato plants transferred there. They were showing the need of overhead light, al-
though still stocky and strong. Rain, however, rushed vegetation along and rhubarb and Udo jumped
out of the ground like a "Jack in the Box."

The painters were busy on all buildings, while the homestead was being completed and furnished
for our occupancy, for the farm needed us every hour, day and night, this its first tender year. The
call of its tender youth was strong upon me, for I adore babies of every description, but the dear old
home must first be placed in good keeping before I could fly.

The office completed and desk in place, the stenographer took up her abode at the farm with our
EngUsh family, helping until I came, with the daily records of the multitude of things accomplished
each day.

To quote from the'diary, April 30th:

"More lettuce, spinach, and salsify up and apparently glad it came. Brought further live stock
to the farm in the shape of 2 setting hens. (This was my scheme, I wanted young chicks, could not
set the hens at home and being afraid the trip would 'break them up,' I put each hen in a box with hay
and 3 china eggs under her. They traveled the 33 miles setting all the way. I doubt if anything could
have disturbed them with the eggs under their breasts. Wonderful nature of motherhood!)

"Set out 880 cauliflower from the hotbed.

"Being unable to secure plumbing experts, made a practical demonstration that an English soldier
and an American cowboy could cut pipe and affix fittings without stupendous diSiculty, and further
make absolutely tight joints."

This same "skilled labor" (non-union men, however) made for us the "dandiest" little bathroom
ever a farm beheld. Beside the pump head in the lean-to was a space about six feet long and three feet
wide. This was boarded in, a cement floor laid slanting to one corner; pipe run through and tap at-
tached. A tiny bathtub was placed across the end of the room, a 2-hole oil stove back of it and raised
on boxes to the level of the tub. A wash boiler with brass spigot in its side near the bottom crowned
the stove and here was the hot water supply. No one could ask for a better bath, and the cowboy-
soldier combination made it all after the strenuous outdoor day work was done.

Lima beans were planted on the last day of April, although I believe the proper old-fashioned
time is the afternoon of the 29th of May, or some such jargon.

We were also _^utterly disrespectful of the light and dark of the moon. All root crops being in
our forefathers' day planted in the "dark" and all upper crops in the "light." To us, nature's signs
are the best; when the maple is in bud, in leaf and in bloom are sure signs, for she never makes a mistake.
Her chats with "Old Prob." are in a better and surer language than ours.

April gone! with its sweet odors nowhere so sweet as on new land surrounded by woods, rapid
growth; continuous surprises. The month of tears and sunshine — and strenuous work.

May day started with the planting of corn and beans, finishing the last cleared acre of the dairy
and resowing celery in the seed-bed. This seed-bed was one of the Farm's semi-failures; we selected
a plot to the south and east of the chicken yard, warm and protected. It was forked over with a goodly
quantity of manure and raked as fine as possible. Somehow it baked and celery being so slow to germ-

inate (3 weeks), the surface could not be broken. It needed old light, friable black soil, such as we
should have had if forest fires had not robbed us. Too much care cannot be expended on a seed-bed,
and a seed-bed is one of a farm's most valuable adjuncts.

Cultivation started on the fourth of May; peas and radishes being far enough advanced to have the
Planet Jr. hand cultivators run through them. The rows were rough, crooked and irregular, showing
plainly where the drill, running into a bunch of roots, had choked, and, being released farther on, dropped
the accumulated seed. Peas did not show this irregularity as much as radishes, but we were content
when we saw the seed coming along in the bare spaces a Uttle later, for we felt we would have a succession
just as good as a second planting. Our surmise proved true, for radishes continued maturing for one
month.

The 5th was lost in a big sea fog, that great factor in Long Island's agricultural success. They
steal in during the night at frequent intervals, covering leaves and soil with a soft film of moisture,
giving a crispness and freshness to foliage which inland plants are denied. It is no wonder cauliflower
ia so happy on the Island.

On the acres not needed for early planting the rye was allowed to grow as long as possible. It
ran up to 34 and 39 inches on some acres, with signs of early and full heading, which proved to our entire
satisfaction that a rye crop on newly developed land would be a paying one.

On the 7th the dairy says: "Set out 100 Long Island Beauty Cauliflower between the rows of
Extra Early Peas. Asparagus up, potatoes up, red and orange carrots from North China up, artichoke,
and kohl-rabi and nectarine in bloom."

John was working on the farm by this time, although his wife and family (consisting of one cat
and a few pet house plants) had not yet arrived. This made 3 three men on the 13 acres, not quite as
much help as one would expect "Pennsy" millions to employ.

Canada wood ashes ^\'ith its 40% vegetable lime had arrived and we sowed them where we felt
they were most needed; about the house plot principally, for this section had received next to none of
the native ashes. Acre No. 3 in the dairy also received 200 pounds, for it was newly plowed in the spring
and had received no manure whatever. We knew the ashes could not make up for the manure humus,
but we wished to do the best we could for the poor thing.

"I'm awfully sorry about that acre," the Senior Partner said.

"But just think what a beautiful test of the soil's capabilities," I replied. "We'll see what she'll
do unaided and alone."

About this time Mr. Peters made the farm a visit. One of his first exclamations was:

"0, Mr. FuUerton, where are the nasturtiums for these roots? You're late, ours at home^have
broken ground."

He was led to the cold-frame where mine in pots were making trellises of the tomato plants.

"All right," he said. "You'll win."

That night we moved out. The children, the cat, the faithful nurse and I. Our baggage was in
boxes made to roll under the beds, for the economy of space was to be a large feature. Put 4 people
to sleep in a room 12 x 12, 2 of them active, healthy children, and every inch of room must be utilized
to the best advantage. These boxes were on ball-bearing casters and had a good handle on the front
of each, they rolled out easily and held our simple country wardrobes to perfection.

The next day being balmy, my first task was to set some pet plants of forget-me-nots from the home
acre in a bed to the east of the house; asters, pansies, coboeas and the nasturtiums were also planted,
giving us the nucleus hi a flower garden.

Black beetle had attacked the tomatoes in full force; where these and all the rest of the pests known
to creation came from is a mystery . Everyone said we would at least be free from them, but we were
forearmed and had a quantity of "killers" on hand.

A heavy sifting of fine coal ashes saved the tomatoes, but they simply ate every eggplant during
the night. They are about the meanest, peskiest little creatures alive.

There was thunder on April 18th, and we decided it was about time for tomatoes to go'afield,
they had long outgrown the cold-frame and the "Earliest Pinks" were in bud.

Some lettuce, Brussels sprouts, and flowering plants came from a big commercial grower in Mary-
land; they arrived in such bad condition that the sprouts were absolutely worthless, a few lettuce were
planted on "a chance," but soon gave up the ghost. The flower plants, a few geraniums, hollyhocks,
perennial phlox, and chrysanthemums were packed better and did well during the Summer.

We were hearing tales of woe from our neighbors about the frost on the 11th.

"Well, I suppose you lost everything the other night. Neighbor FuUerton?" they would say.

"Why, no, I can't see that anything is harmed except the tips of the leaves of the corn and the
Moyashe Udo."

"Corn ! You ain't got corn planted yet, have y'u, why we're just aplowin'?"

"Yes, I went up on the tank tower yesterday and I see we're just about two weeks ahead of you,"
he said.

"But didn't you lose your beans?" the neighbors queried.

"Beans, bless your hearts, no, my beans arn't up yet. What are you planting beans for in April?
Why don't you plant radishes and peas and cabbage and cauliflower and such things, that don't mind
frost?"

"Well, we thought we'd beat you tarnal book farmers and have our beans up ahead of your'n,
but I guess you've got the best of it." And they disappeared utterly disgusted with our "book farmin'."

"The trees are in leaf, it's time to plant squash and pumpkin and cucumbers," said I.

So in they went, while caladium, gladiolus and oxalis were added to the house plot. Wild cucum-
bers, that rapid climber with its pretty feathery white blossom and queer prickly seed pod, were planted
wherever we could find a place for th em to chmb.

Then the crows began to talk a nd we heard them deciding that we were now a portion of civiliza-

tion, while the cabbage and cauliflower butterflies were so delighted to find a new farm, they decided
not to fly farther.

The fields were rough, and it was next to impossible to plant in straight rows, in some cases we
were forced to make a drill by hand and plant by hand, at other times a furrow was opened by hoe and
the seed drill run upon it. In other places the horses plowed a furrow, hand planting following. Certain
it is whatever method was pursued the soil responded and the plants were just as happy crooked as
straight.

On May 16th we shipped the first product of the farm — a bunch of radishes to j\Ir. Peters. He
is the Fairy Godfather and always receives the first or the biggest, as the children say. They were as
anxious for him to have it as we were, and the first of everything from their own wee gardens was re-
ligiously sent to him.

Oii the 21st the Suffolk County Press Association held their annual meeting at No. 1. They dined
out of doors "al fresco," eating of the crops growing not a dozen paces away. To them the farm was a
revelation, for all of them were familiar with the vast tracts of unused lands and to them it meant a
new era for the Island they are all working for so earnestly.

To quote from one of the number :

Wonderful Long Island Soil

H. B. Fnllerton Shows Newspaper Men Mavvelous Results from Seientific Use

Long Island soil is adapted to the growing of all kinds of fruit and vegetables in a degree that is only
just beginning to be realized. It has long been a jjopular superstition that the Island was a barren sand waste,
which could grow only mar.>.h grass, and that none too profusely. There are still a very few people outside of
the Island who believe it can grow more than pound for pound of vegetables to bone fertilizer. It is safe to
say that there is not a baker's dozen of people in all of New York City who know the unlimited possibilities
of the Long Island soil.

A day of awakening is near at hand, however. A man keenly alive to the real agricultural situation on
the Island (his name is H. B. Fullerton) has come into contact with a man keenly alive to the promising
future of all of suburban New York; and the result is that the Island will be developed with intelligence and
patience along the very lines which Nature designed for it.

Ralph Peters is the president of the Long Island Railroad and the man who is alive to the promising
future of the suburbs of New York. When Mr. Fullerton, who can give the author of the "Simple Life" cards
and spades in "getting back to nature." showed Mr. Peters what he had done in a small way with Long Island
soil on his own place at Huntington, Mr. Peters said, "Fullerton, you can doubt theories, but these are facts,"
or words to that effect; and became so possessed of an enthusiasm fur Long Island soil that he was not satis-
fied until the railroad itself had taken hold of the task of demonstrating the soil's productiveness.

Well, the railroad has the task well under way; and you wouldn't believe, unless you had seen, what has
been accomplished since last fall.

Ten acres of what was then virgin, tangled, oak land, a little at the west of the Wading River station,
the last station on the Port Jefferson branch of the road, are now under cultivation and growing almost every
conceivable kind of fruit, vegetables, and flowers. Think of it! It was the despised "Long Island scrub oak
land" last fall! And now it is under cultivation and bearing the tenderest of garden truck.

"Why, certainly," many a scoffer has been heard to say about it, "the experimental farm had the dollars
<jf the railroad back of it to buy fertilizer with. Of course you can make thirty cents grow if you plant a
double eagle." But the joke is "on the scoffer; for this rich little farm, which has been gi-owing only trees,
moss, liiiiklcbeny vines, and rattlesnakes since Columbus came over on the Hamburg-American or wliatevcr
line of steamers it was, and nominated himself for discoverer of America, this little farm has not used an
ounce of that supposed cherished necessity of Long Island farming — bone fertilizer. Mr. Fullerton knew that
the use of it would sound the death knell to his enterprise. «

The land was freed from stumps and the stumps were burned on the place. On one acre there were over
.•-even hundred of them. The wood ashes were left on the ground and the ten acres which were cleared were
sowed with lye, which in the spring was plowed under. Then, in planting the peas, radishes, and what not,
very poor horse manure was used. So much for fertilizer, fish, bone, and every other kind — except water!

And there is the secret. There's water enough on Peace and Plenty Farm. There's a little kerosene
engine which pumps it up from the earth and fills a tank. Cheap iron pipes carry it to the farm; and there
isn't a piece of the land that cannot be reached by it. Old Sol can beat down as he will, and Jupiter Pluvius
go on as prolonged a spree as ho will, and neglect his business; the crops will grow because they have the
water. It is cheap irrigation, too. Here, again, the "money bags" of the railroad have not been foolishly
opened. The method of keeping the crops wet is such as any bright youi;g man might go into as an invest-
ment on his farm.

Kvrrythii;g on the farm is practical; and every effort has been niailr t<i make the place a working model
wliich a business man could copy. The aim has been to make it an economical market garden, growing the
finest produce on "Long Island's barren sand wastes," to put on the breakfa.st and dinner tables of that great
mart of all marts for fresli vegetables and fruit — New York City.

The Long Island Railroad invited the members of the Suffolk County Press Association to inspect the
farm oh Monday and placed a private train of two cars at their disposal. Mr. Fullerton was the host in charge,
on the train and on the farm, assisted at the latter place by Mrs. Fullerton, who is, herself, an authority on
horticulture.

A dinner was served under the trees on the farm on the arrival of the train about noontime. About
twelve of the Island scribes spent one of the most enjoyable days of their lives on this occasion; but, more
important, were impressed as never before with the possibilities of Long Island soil.

—Amityrillc Record, May 25th, 190().

A drought was starting, warm high winds were blowing steadily day and night, a more trying con-
dition could not be found. The irrigation sprayers were started in the peas, radishes and lettuce, still they
did not respond as we wanted them to.

"Try some nitrate of soda and see if that will give them a boost," I said.

"I hate to do it," the Senior Partner replied, " for I know as well as anyone they need cultivation
they have not received."

"Would you mind telling me where anyone has had time to cultivate anything? Take 3 men on
13 acres of new land and plant everything ever heard of and some that never were and there is no time
left for cultivation," I exclaimed. "We know they need cultivation and a lot else needs it too, but we
can't have an ideal market-garden here this year. Look what the soil has done already."

On the 23d John mixed .some nitrate of soda with earth, half and half, and sowed it beside the peas,
lettuce, cabbage and cauliflower ("cauliflower between the peas, I mean, only 100 plants.)

That was 60 pounds of nitrate the only fertiHzer the crops ever had. Still we kept the sprayers
going, for the drought lasted until the 2d of June, but peas yielded, radishes were so thick there was not
force enough to gather and ship them, while lettuce began heading up in excellent shape.

The last of May gave us the first discord in our farm family. A woman we had befriended had
been growing grumpier and grumpier for some time, while a member of her family was often sullen and
morose. A cloud-burst was soon to appear, we felt the human thunder in the air.

At last the pleas from her "that there was more than one pair of hands could do," although she
had been working for a much larger family, decided the question. She was either to stay under the same
conditions without further trouble from her, or go. Go it was, and that promptly on June 1st.

The last day of May the man boarded the train from New York without leave. The Master ordered
him back from Port Jefferson on the grounds of desertion. He did not return and the woman disappeared
that afternoon, returning about 9 P. M. in a disturbed frame of mind. The secret was out. The man
returned the following night in an upset condition, announced himself a deserter not only from the
farm but also from the English army and that he was a dangerous man generally. Amid storm and
much unpleasantness and many more incidents, the episode, although closed, left with us a feeling of
regret for a man who just missed being a useful and fine member of the community. . Powerful, well-
built, willing, obedient, faithful, many fine traits, all spoiled by one weakness.

f^ Yes, we had our troubles. But Mike, the Italian, was with us now, loyal and faithful, though 3
hands for these 13 acres was short help.

How we coaxed feathered insecticides to make their home with us and
save us time and monev

The "Bird Bath" at No. 1

Lettuce of Choicest Strain

Summer

THE first day of June and I am going to invite you into the dairy-plot with me.
A walk from the front gate where the lawn was showing green, flawers growing happily
and vines beginning to climb; past or through the little portable with its books, pictures, and
atmosphere of a busy life, out to the drive-turn m the middle of which was my vegetable fl3wer
bed. Here scarlet-runner beans were starting up the young oak saved from the fire's destruction.
Cardoon around the tree, now borage with its large hairy leaves and a tuft of buds in the center, then
peppers and a large circle of rampion gorgeous with its delicate violet bells and parsley bordering the
bed.

Down the middle of the road (which by the way is not the middle but one-third the distance from
the north to the south fence) past the chicken house where the fowl were happily ensconced, a glimpse
of rhubarb raising its enormous leaves above some kegs and boxes placed about the crown.

To the left the orchard, every tree showing rich foilage of superb color, here an apricot standing
out with its exquisite pinkish leaves, there a cherry almost black with intensity of vigor. The tomatoes
between the rows of trees showing at a glance which were potted and which from a nurseryman's seed-
bed, the former erect, sturdy, keeping right on with their life's work; the latter drooping, wilted, making
a hard struggle to gain a foothold.

To the right the lettuce drilled in, emerald green and reddish brown, peas dwarfed yellowing show-
ing the need of an experimenter's mind and care in their behalf, radishes in the distance, rows upon
rows of them, with transplanted lettuce in every third row (this plot was singled out for super-intensive
cultivation). Next beets with tops of rich red and sombre green growing in ragged rows, more coming
up each day telling again of a prolonged successive yield, then onions telling the same story with cabbage
plantlets from a Huntington grower in the background.

To the right an unplanted acre, heaps of old manure dotted upon it; this is to be the melon field,
near the house and in full view of our buildings, a wise location for melons. Next this field the potatoes
with a small boy, can in hand, picking the "potato bugs." The leaves show where bordeaux and paris
green had been applied the day before, but the Colorado beetle cared naught for its presence.

The next acre shows queer patches of early cauliflower, early corn, and parsnips — a sad tale the
cauliflower tells of being raised with the heat loving tomatoes and then no one to cultivate it when it
had been set out but a few days. Here and there a huge one of superb color proclaimed where a bonfire
had burned last fall, telling better than words the value of wood pushes upon new land. To the right
of the road, the last acre before the dairy gate is reached, a patchwork quilt of true market-garden type.
First some beautiful cabbage plants of early Jersey Wakefield and All Head, grown in the same hotbed
as the cauliflower but feeling change much less; behind it a patch of tiny feathery carrots, the pride of
its planters' hearts because "old farmers" had none this year. Beside it oyster plant, green and white
endive in varying shades of tender green; next salsify and scorzonera looking like rows of grass. Nearer
to us and next the road a big patch that should have been spinach, but a few plants, however, proclaimed
the intent of the plot. Little harm was done by its loss, it required but thirty minutes to plant it and
but a few more cents for seed and we knew for another time it was unwise to plant it in April, the plot

was rendy to receive another crop with but small work of preparation. A tiny patch of corn planted
Aj>ri! ITtli showed more than ever the effects of R!a>'s frost; an interesting experiment hcwe\cr that
should h.ive llie benefit of all the time needed to prove itself. Brussels spicuts L{.d tten set Ictwten
the hills, inakiiij; the patch, we hoped, a little more productive. Alas for our hons, thtsc plants came
from the same nursery in Maryland as the lettuce, and brought with them blight and cabbage louse,
an act thai should no more be tolerated than the shipment of orchard trees infested with San Jcse scale.

We reitcli the dairy line, John, Ted, and Mike are at work upon acre 1 to the right. The acre is
divided into quarters and being prepared to receive alfalfa. The field h::s already been plowed, dressed
with Canada wood ashes, harrowed, leveled, rolled, harrowed, and harrowed again, raked and r.gain
rolled in ord<'r that the soil might be in the best possible condition. "We have brought with us some
Litmus paper, and to test the acidity of the soil, a handful is moistened at a nearby irrigation stand-pipe
and the paper applied. Anxious watching and it slowly turns blue.

".MI right," calls the farmer, "sow that soil carefully John, in the northeast quarter and don't
let any lap into the other quarters. \\ hen you come to harrow it in Mike, let Ted go with you and lift
the harrow from quarter to quarter so no earth will be dragged."

The soil? That is from an old alfalfa field up New York State and we are sowing it to inoculate
our soil with bacteria. The far or northwest corner is the highest you notice, it is the check quarter,
that will have no inoculation whatever. The southerly are V . S. quarters, one will have the seed, and
the other both seed and soil inoculated with bacterial culture from the U. S. Government Laboratories;
this is a test for Uncle Sam.

The acre across to the left is divided in half; this was the poor thing that was not plowed until
this spring. Isn't it rough and arn't the rows crooked? Teo-smte, the Japanese fodder that can be
cut four times in a season, won't care. See, it's breaking ground. Yesterday they sowed the other
half of this acre with Japanese barnyard millet.

And this? O yes, white flint corn, beyond sorghum, and still beyond, Virginia horse tooth. They
were planted the 26th and of course are not up yet.

"Why do we plant in hills?" you ask. Isn't that old fashioned?" Perhaps, but a good fashion,
for the crop can be cultivated both ways by horse, saving that tremendously expensive item — hand
labor. But why do you raise corn here, you query, you thought that was given up in the East long ago.

We are not raising corn, we arc raisiag silage. Here at the end of the road in this protected swale
will be the cow barns and silo, all these crops will be gathered for the silo, for modern dairymen carry
all fooi to the cows in balanced rations. Come and see us again when these crops are growing.

Here you see the rough unstumped land and there the "Daddy-long-legs" harrow with which the
attempt at culture used to be made. We have tried it, the work is tremendous, the strain and liability
to injury to horse astounding, while the results amount to naught. W^e are putting in Canada field
peas and cow pe.as, but the chances of germination are small, because it is impossible to cover the seed.

Let me take you b.ack through the south of the farm. Here is the black Alexican corn, the sweetest
and weirdest of all the sugar corns. It is already breaking ground. Next are mangel wurzels and sugar
beets; some of the seed was soaked over night to see if it would hasten germination. Next is where
the sweet potatoes will go. Do we think they will do well here? Yes, but not as well as in the
lighter soil on Experiment Station No. 2, at Medford. It is an experiment worth trying however,
for they have been grown successfully on the North Shore. We plan to put in nearly an acre.

Why IS this pirt of the land so very rough, you ask. O, this is the acre that had 797 stumps upon
it, all over 18 inches in diameter. Imagine the forest that one day must have covered it. These
acres, 8 and 9, are left for late "flowers," cabbage and sprouts; but acre No. 7, down yonder, is thriving.
These are a second planting of green pod and wax beans, next squash and pumpkin with cucumber
alongside. I know they are supposed to mix, but they never have in our home garden and I see no reason
why they should here.

This is a third planting of corn, there are 5 varieties here and all up strong you see. Yes, limas
next, both bush and pole. Beyond you see a space without poles, here we intend placing a section of
fence, for we have a theory that the beans will ripen more evenly, while by cutting the runners back
we will throw the .strength into the beans. Another experiment you see.

Stop here a moment and look over the farm, then look beyond to the west and see what it was
just nine short months ago. Has the experiment paid, is it already proven that the land is produc-
tive, though the harvest is not yet?

Come through the orchard and you will see the tomatoes in bloom. Look, here is one already
formed. 0, there's no doubt but that potted plants pay.

Here are the strawberries. It's no wonder you are surprised; yes, they are actually in bloom.
Did you ask when they were planted? Last November. There is the Tdo, as happy in America as
in Japan, and there in the seed-bed are the Pe-tsai, Chinese carrots, and Sakurajima radishes.

Have I given you, my readers, a glimpse of the farm this first day of June?

The next day the melons were planted, a furrow run, a big forkful of manure placed in each hill,
some earth drawn over and the seed sown. These are greedy fellows and we felt success would be
lacking for them in unaided new ground. There wore four varieties of cantaloupes and two of water
melons.

Such busy days as the diary now reveals; potatoes and beans to be sprayed with bord(!aux, lettuce
to be cultivited, radishes to be washed, bunched, and shipped to market, lima beans *o be replanted
where the germinxtion was poor, peas hand-cultivated and acre 7 horse-cultivated, a thousand and
one things the diary does not reveal, including photographs by the score. Thus passes a single day.

The evenings busy with books and chemicals, to bed late and to rise early, but living in the free
and open, close to mother e.arth and her unp.aralleled wonders.

,' The birds were corning— swallows, thrushes, bluebirds, they were looking for water and well we
knew if they found it they would build, becoming neighbors and benefactors in their destruction of
insect life.

Preparing Vegetable Food for City Dwellers

Over in the dairy among the pines, the Senior Partner found, last fall, a stump long and slender
and hollowed into a basin. At the time he thought of a bird bath. Xow was the time to fix it.

"Mike, hitch up Texas and go into the dairy and bring in that stump; we'U pipe it to-night and
have a fountain in the front lawn."

"Can't we go too?" came the piping voices of wee ones.

"Of course you may, and I'll go witji you for Mike doesn't Icnow where it is," I replied.

All that evening by lantern light the plumbers worked, Mike supplanting the 'longshoreman,
and a wonderful change for the better it proved to be, for Mike had been trained as a pipe fitter. Id
fact, he seems a jack of all trades: cobbler, carpenter, plumber, farmer: that necessary adjunct to a
complete home — a "handy man." The stump was set by the flagstaff where on Decoration Day the
flag had been raised on its new pole to half m.ast. (The American flag has always waved at Peace
and Plenty). A very convenient hole in one of the tap roots admitted of a pipe being run through,
while a gas-jet as a tip threw a fine spray like a fan shaped flame. The stump was inclined slightly
forward, a kerosene barrel, Avith the bottom knocked out, sunk at the end of the stump; this filled with
large stone received the drip from the fountain. From our next trip to the beach we returned ladened
with bright pebbles \\hich the children dropped in the fountain bowl to sparkle in the water. In a
few days our efforts were rewarded (if the beauty of it and the trickling sound of water was not reward
enough) for bluebirds came for a bath, then the thrushes, and later indigo-buntings and yellow warblers,
while sparrows of many varieties proceeded at once to build in the trees about the homestead.

On the 4th the State Agricultural Inspector arrived, his surprise at the farm's appearance warmed
our hearts and inspired us with new courage and greater determination. We needed the courage for
that same day we discovered root maggot in Pe-tsai and Sakurajima radish. We had wondered why
the latter went to blossom w hile so small, for at home they grew enormous before sending up the blossom
stalk. Root maggot galore in every last one of them!

"All right, sir, we'll fix you," we said.

"Ted, take out all those Sakurajima (there was one long row), fork over the ground well and make
a drill in exactly the same place. Everlastingly pour in Canada wood ashes in the bottom of the drill
and we'll plant Sakurajima right over again in that same spot," said the Railroad Farmer.

"It will be a tough maggot that can live in those ashes, sir," said Ted. "Guoy! but they do go
for my 'ands."

No maggots could stand them and our Sakurajima filled the heart of even a Jap with delight
for he carried one home from the Fair weighing ten pounds.

With the exodus of the 'longshoreman's family, came "Shep," a cook loaned us to tide over until
new help could be procured. We were somewhat of a family; we 4 and the stenographer, Ted, Mike,
Nettie, and Walter, my faithful maid's brother of 14, whom we took from a home, knowing well the
value of a boy this age to "fetch and carry."

In a few days Roger and Sophia, a colored couple of some fifty-five summers, appeared. Aunt
Sophie was a sweet-faced, gray-haired little bit of a woman, while Uncle Roger was large, rheumatic
and jolly. She was a true Southern cook and gave us loads upon loads of hot bread and fried things
in general. Uncle had always been a porter and didn't know a hoe from a shovel. The agricultural
instinct is in the race, however, and he soon learned to hill up corn and hoe potatoes in due and ancient
form. In spite of all the modern farm machinery there is a certain amount of hand labor necessary,
especially in new ground.

Peanuts went in early in May, the little Spanish and the huge Mammoth.

Walter soon learned to gather radishes, assist in transplanting and made himself generally useful.
From the seed-bed were transplanted 180 kohl rabi, some of the North China products, and Emerald
Isle kale.

Radishes were so abundant it kept one of us busy all day, washing and packing them. Many
were sent direct to one of the big restaurants, being packed, unbunched, in crates lined with paraffin
paper. 1,400 radishes to a crate was the average and each radish perfect of its type. One of our first
resolves and firm compacts was that nothing but the very best that we could produce should leave
the farm. Therefore frcm radishes, right through the season, every variety was sorted, washed or
polished, according to its needs.

On the 7th of June the shipment reads: 55 bunches for a Huntington grocer; 1,400 loose in a crate
to a New York restaurant, and 21 bunches each in a paper pot to the "History Makers" and experts
who visited the farm the day the first stump was blown up.

Ted and Walter were set "bushing" peas. We wished to test the time given to bushing and that
to placing a portable wire fence (a strip of wire fastened to sharpened stakes). Brushing 2 rows each
100 hundred feet long required IJ^ hours, placing fence to the same length rows required 8 minutes.
The wire was neat, satisfactory, and easy to pick from. The bush was straggly, untidy, and almost
impossible to pick from, especially if the picker wore long hair and skirts.

Potato bugs were pestering the life out of us by this time. Walter picked by hand each morning
and strange to say they were worse on the tomatoes than on the potatoes. John dusted a mixture
of bordeaux paris green and land plaster dry upon the potatoes and blew slug shot upon the tomatoes;
yet the beetle went merrily on its way rejoicing.

Some exquisite eggplants from the Huntington grower were set in the east end of the orchard
among the tomato rows where imported tomatoes had given up the ghost. In 24 hours they were
so^black with flea beetle you could not detect the color of the leaves. Hellebore blown on thick seemed
to^drive them away.

We have a standing joke in our little home town. The assistant postmaster is an enthusiastic
gardener, and above all else he loves an eggplant. For years he has tried to raise them and never has
succeeded in even getting one to set.

"Hello, neighbor," he called through the post-office window, "I hear you're goin' farmin' out
in the scrub oaks. "J

"Yep, and we'll raise anything that grows on the temperate zone," was the confident rejoinder.

"Bet you don't," he replied. "Bet you can't raise an eggplant."

"Taken," cried the enthusiastic one. "I'll send you the finest eggplant you ever ate before sum-
mer's over."

And so flea beetle on those precious plants would never do.

Of course, the mounds about the orchard trees had been leveled in the early spring, now was the
time to give them a mulch of old straw from the stable, this one not to keep them warm, but to conserve
the moislure about the roots.

Radish seed was planted in every melon hill, scraping the earth slightly with the foot, dropping
a few seed, pushing the soil back and treading upon it. That sounds like a shifiless way to plant,
does it not? but this was only a guardian crop; they break the ground, germinating in a few days, also
the flea beetle bvis radish leaves much better than melon leaves, and feasts upon the latter only when
the former are not to be found.

The spinach patches being virtually a failure, Walter was sent over them to pick some for home
use, then Ted sowed Canada wood ashes preparatory to cultivating for a new crop of a difTerenl type.

The ashes remind me of an incident of the early summer. The high-chief-boss farmer had just
gone over to Thanksgiving Cottage to dinner, when Mike appeared saying:

"They a man over there want see you, Mr. Fuller'."

"Well, tell him to make himself at home and I'll be there in a minute."

Mike returned very promptly, saying: "He say he can't wait, very important."

"Tfcll him to come over here then, I'm going to finish this meal as quick as I can and get back
to work."

The gentleman appeared making profuse apologies and saying he was from the State Department
sent to analyze our fertilizers.

"You've an easy job neighbor," said the Senior Partner, "better sit down and join me in my frugal
meal. We haven't any fertilizer but good old stable manure."

"That's a pretty story all right, Mr. FuUerton, but everyone knows you couldn't make a place
look like this without chemical fertilizer," he replied.

"It's a fact nevertheless. Why, man alive, this virgin soil, what does it want with chemical ferti-
lizers? I wouldn't have used manure if it had not been burned over so many years. AH this land
needs is humus."

By this time they had gone out upon the farm and were joined by another gentlemen, a companion
to the first.

The spokesman said:

"Mr. FuUerton claims he has used no commercial fertiUzer, Jim."

Whereupon "Jim" asked:

"What are all those bags in the barn then, Mr. FuUerton?" And it was said with a tone of voice
that implied that the Railroad Farmer was caught "dead to rights" this time.

"Canada wood ashes, help yourselves. Take a whole bag with you and analyze it if you desire."

They went to the barn and were soon thoroughly convinced it was wood ashes pure and simple.

"Mike bring me that bag of nitrate of soda."

"This, gentlemen, is the only thing in the nature of a chemical fertilizer that I shall use this year
and I got this only as a hastener for lettuce, celery, and endive. This is one of the farm's best assets."
And he showed them out behind the barn a tarred kerosene barrel sunk beside the stalls; raising the
lid disclosed all the liquid stable waste.

"Ihis is as good as nitrate and costs nothing," he further explained.

The (.\perls went away after more carefully inspecting the crops, fully convinced that our point
was well taken and saying:

"Well, these fellow s down in the village will be mightily disappointed when they see us, for they
were sure you had some special brand of fertilizer and we told them we could find out all about it. But
we've nothing to say. Arn't you ever going to use fertilizer, Mr. FuUerton?"

"Bless your souls, yes. Didn't I use fertilizer when I plowed that rye under? Next fall I am
going to put on about ten tons to the acre of manure again, and I am going to turn under crimson clover,
vetch, and rye on every square foot I can get planted. Then I shall use lime for a sweetener, for we
now can afford the hme a little time to work. Next summer when 1 am putting in a second and third
crop on the same* ground I shall probably use blood and bone or bone meal. Don't mi.'^understand
me, I think chemical fertihzers are bully for old worn out land, but it would be like 'carrying coals to
Newcastle' to put it on this virgin soil. The craze for chemical fertilizers has gone too far. 1 here are
places where they have put it on so heavy (with the theory that if one ton is good two tons will be better)
that they have chemical laboratories, not farms. All chemical fertilizers is 'lazy man's way,' he claims
he will not have weeds, so will save cultivation. Weeds are the farmer's best friends, they force him
to cultivate, and lack of cultivation is the crime of modern farming. If they'll pile some old manure
on that ground now and so liberate through decomposition the various component parts of the chemical
fertilizers, thcv will have farms again."

"We're glad to hear you speak that way, Mr. FuUerton, for the fertilizer men all thought you
were down on them and felt pretty sore about it."

"Give them my love and tell them the^v are the best thing that ever happened, only they are work-
ing the game the wTong way. They think by selling a man two tons where he needs one they are doing
great work. Let them study the subject and give the farmer real help, even if they only sell him half
a ton, they'll be much better off in the end and the farmers will swear by them, instead of at them as
their crops run lower and lower."

"You're right, Mr. FuUerton, we're glad we came," as they swung on the train.

By the eleventh of June the radishes were so well gathered, sweet corn was planted in every third
row (radishes had been planted 18 inches apart), while Ted with the Planet Jr. cultivated all of acre

Real Sweet Potatoes and Plenty of Them

Sweet Potato Vines in Early Summer

No. 3 in the afternoon. These little hand implements are wonderful time savers, two sides of a row are
cultivated in the time it takes to walk down a row; in the new ground it took longer, for sometimes
huckleberry roots would check the progress, but as time permitted, all the rows were raked after culti-
vating, which gave the land a much cleaner appearance. In fact, the rakes attached to the cultivator
make about the best tool imaginable for this work. Ted always called it his "baby" and went whistling
down the rows, covering the ground in truly remarkable time. Even Uncle Roger got so he could
push one after his slow fashion, while we would see Aunt Sophie steal from the kitchen and run him a
race with one across the field.

"You'all makes me tired goin' so slow wid dat ting, why don't you git along."

"Haw! haw! haw! You tink I'm a spring chicken, don' you know I got de rheumatis powerful
bad? Go wan!"

The spinach patch on acre No. 3 was ready for Mike and the horses. It did not need plowing,
so he went over it with the horse cultivator 5 times, with the leveler 3 times, then raked it, dragging
the fine roots to the road and finally gave it a good rolling, leaving the plot in perfect condition. This
latter operation is one that is seldom attempted in farm work. After cultivating, the soil is left in so
porous a condition the roots do not get a firm hold until rains have flattened it well. Ted and John
came right along with the seed drill and in 2 hours had the entire patch planted with onions, carrots,
peas, beans, and sugar beets, 76 rows, each 127 feet long. The rows were as straight as a die, the drill
did not check once, in fact, no 100-year-old farm could produce a plot in better seed-bed condition, and
this was not yet a yearling.

This planting of peas and beans was the third one of each. The first planting of peas you will
remember we saw on our walk to the dairy. They matured very early, were extremely dwarf, and the
vines yellowed badly. It puzzled us much to know the cause. We irrigated (which no doubt saved
their lives during the drought of May) and we wood-ashed them. The second planting on acre No. 7
were taller but started to yellow also.

"Well, it beats me," said the Farmer, "what do you suppose makes it? There is a patch in the
middle perfectly normal, tall, green, and luxuriant."

"That's where a bonfire was last fall," I rejoined. "Don't you think they need more ashes?"

"We've put more ashes on them. Don't you remember I had John sow them last week?"

"Yes, but maybe they need it underneath; let's plant more down on the spinach patch and give
them a good dose of it."

"All right, I'll go you," was the rejoinder.

This crop was entirely satisfactory, the soil had been heavily sown with ashes, and when the peas
were about 4 inches high, more ashes were sown along the rows, then the little Planet Jr. plow attach-
ment was run through, hilling the vines up well. The crop was abundant and of high quality.

Beans had been one of our greatest disappointments; we knew well their susceptibility to anthrac-
nose (so-called bean rust), and to guard against it had sprayed them with bordeaux. The vines were
superb, laden with pods and almost ready to gather; in a night they were gone with the dread disease.
Those next to the house, by the tower, were the first to go. A second application of bordeaux on the
second planting, acre No. 7, was promptly made, but it did not save the crop. Therefore beans went
in beside the peas with a firm resolve to spray them the minute they appeared above ground. In six
days they appeared.

"John, those beans are up and you want to get bordeaux on them at once."

"All right, sir, shall I use it dry?"

"Not on your life! Use it wet and soak 'em for fair. I'm going to have some good beans ofT
this place if it takes a leg."

In G more days they were wood-ashed and hilled-up like the peas; in another 2 weeks they were
bordeauxed again. The yield was perfect; beans in abundance, and while the other plantings had
received as many applications of bordeaux we feel they need it when very small, as this disease must
be prevented; it cannot be cured. This patch 127 feet long and 29 feet wide, yielded 12J^ bushels of
stringless and wax beans.

Potato bugs and flea beetle were still making lace of potatoes and tomatoes, while the cabbage
worm was keeping us very busy as well.

By the 14th of June we women folk were picking peas for shipment, while Mike was preparing
acre No. 7 for sweet potatoes. It required much cultivating and leveling to get it into anything hke
shipshape condition. Ted was cultivating lettuce and weeding the strawberries.

"Mother, what shall we do?" came small voices.

"Help us pick peas, won't you?" I answered.

"0, yes, I'll help," said Hope and she promptly sat down in the patch and proceeded to eat all
she could reach. "That's great helping," I said, "the guests at the French restaurant will enjoy those."

"0 well, never mind, mother, he can have the 'fatty, fatty, boom-a-latties' and I will eat the 'petit
pois.' They are sweetest," said the connoisseur, just turned seven.

"Look, mammy, ain't I a helper?" piped the four-year old. An apron full of big ones disclosed
her efforts, but then she does not care for peas either raw or cooked.

That night the plants arrived. Sweet potatoes, cauliflower, Brussels sprouts, tomatoes, celery,
and lettuce from Maryland. They were taken from the basket carriers, spread upon the cellar earth
floor, and thoroughly sprinkled.

The next day was very hot and the ground exceptionally dry. Mike took Texas out and plowed
up ridges for the sweet potatoes. They are always planted in this way, for they love dry soil and must
never have water stand in the roots; besides when so planted the vines are more easily raised to check
rooting at each vine joint. Uncle followed raking off roots while John and Ted planted, Walter help-
ing. A dibble hole was made, Walter filled it with water and dropped a plant; Mike came after, setting
them. A long hose attached to a standard at the center road and run across the fields gave them water

The Long Island "Home Hamper"
A "Farm to Family Fresh" Creation at No. 1

right at hand — score No. 2 for the irrigation system — while the same trick later gave them water handy
for mixing fungicides and insecticides to be applied in the far fields.

A bucket of water to which had been added a cupful of oatmeal and a sliced lemon, to remove
the flat taste, was kept there for drinking purposes. Frequent drinks on hot days are necessary, but
the stomach must be kept active lest the blood rush to the hvvA. 1 he oatmeal water keeps the stomach
in just the proper condition. It does not look pretty to drink, p.nd some of them at first refused it. I
noticed, however, every hot day thereafter came the request for oat-meal water.

On that same d.ay the diary says:

"Grasshopp(!rs appeared to sit upon the sweet p'tater vine. Turkeys now the only thing lacking."

That day ;.bout o.oDO sweet potato plants went out. 1 he next day dawncid with warm heavy
showers; the men worked f,s best they could between them finishing the sweets, while Mike cultivated
fodder corn. In the afternoon John and Ted set out 1,>00 celeriac on acre No. 1 by the house and in
seed-bed swale, and about 400 tomatoes in the orchard, again filling up gaps. 1 he plants were all
fair looking specimi^ns, but none equal to home-grown. Still wc had no choice; plants we had to have
and we could not grow them ourselves, therefore, after much study, we ordered from a firm considered
the largest and best in the country. Alas for the day these plants touched the place as future history
will show .

The Brussels sprouts were the saddest looking of all the plants; the leaves were yellowing in spite
of frequent waterings, and this was Saturday.

Mike came to Mr. Fuilerton and said in a whisper:

"I get up early to morrow and plant those sprouts. I no believe in work Sunday, but can't be
kelp, those sprouts must be plant or they die."

".\[\ right, ^like. I am gir.d you spoke, for Mrs. Fuilerton and I were going to do it ourselves
anyhow. You're right, they'll die if they don't go in to-morrow."

This is one of the worst features of buying plants, they come all in a lump regardless of order,
regardless of whether you are ready for them, regardh^ss of weather conditions or the time of week.
Having your own plants in your own seed-bed they can be transplanted when conditions are favorable.

\\e madu a little for ourselves this year:

"Kaise your own plants even if you cover only half your acreage, it will pay."

The sprouts went in on a Sunday morning and the day should have cleansed them of all their sins.
Alas, it took but a few weeks to show us they might better have lain and died upon the cellar floor.
Black rot and cabbage louse were rampant upon them And the celeriac? Covered with blight.

The next week one of our neighbors dropped in to see us and he sr.id:

"Three years ago 1 did not have lime to sow any celery seed, s<> I ordered son^e pi; nts from a Mary-
land firm. They were pretty poor specimens of celery all right and soon developed celery blight and
do you know it is in my ground so now I can't raise celery without an awful fight."

"Oh neighbor, neighbor, if we had only knownl Curs came from the same place and we not only
have celpry blight but cabbage louse and black rot , and it is spreading over the whole farm at a most
appalling rati;."

"It's a crimel" I eNclaimed. "Why does the Government allow it, when no nursery is allowed
to send out stock unless it i.* inspected. This is worse than San .lose scale. It means bankruptcy."

"\A hy, I've her.rd since that these big growers" places h.ave been infected for years and they can't
grow a thing to maturity. But what do they care, the seedlings don't show it and its' too much trouble
to spray," st.id our neighbor.

"It's a burning shame." I .said. "A brand new place like this covered with blight the first yearl"

"Well, if spraying and hand picking will check it," said the .Senior Partner, "it won't get into the
8oiI. And if hard and p(;rsistent work will prevent it, 1 am sure our beloved "Peace and Plenty' will be
exempt from further trouble."

June twenty-sixth saw 77 heads of lettuce off for New York, crisp, firm, fresh, and delicious, packed
in paraffin paper ready to be eaten the same day. That's what .N'ew York needs, fresh vegetables
that have not been on the road a week.

Our own cauliflower r.nd cabbage seedlings in the seed-b<>d were well along by this time. They
were phuited June 4th and were making sturdy growth for a l.".te crop. Cabbage worms were after
them, howi;ver. so p.-'.ris gre<'n and bordeaux were kept upon thetn. Frequent cultivatings with the
Planet Jr (Ted loved to run through them just before he put the implement away) kept them growing
steadily r.nd helped develop a fine root system.

Some pi{.s had been ordered in the early summer, but failc^d to arrive. AVe knew their value as
consumers of n^fuse and providers of fertilizers, bt>sid(!S making a good winter provision. One (a Chester
white) out of the 4 f.nally j'.rrived on the L3d .-.nd was promptly n.-.med "Eventually " A wetik later
a black Berkshire came and being promised to the wise one shv named h<!r "X'iolet." These stsemed all
the dealer could procure for us, .-"o our good friend of the apple orch ml sent 2 Poland Chin;is. Hope
named hers "l^oscbud," while mine .".ssumcd the nartie of "Ce(Ml(>c" in honor of our good friend.

Early p(!;',s were ti'.ken out on the LIth, and Mike prepared the p:'.tch in the same manner as he
pursued with the spinach patch. The pea vim^s. by the way, were put into the compost heap, for this
is one of the pl;,nts wi'l! worth saving, giving back its accumul.-.ted nitrogen as it decomposes. Had '
conditions p(>rn,itted the vines would h'.ve b<!en plowed under, but th" ground w.-.s too rough for that.

Celery wis planted on a portion of th'> space, while endive and turnips occupied the balance. Endive
was pl;i.nt(Hi i.g.-.in. because the first sowing, lacking sufficient cultiv;',tion, h'.d run up to seed. Three
men and a rh<umatic on 13 j-.cres. \A"e should h;!,ve had a m.'.n to thi> ;u;re to h in lie th'; crops properly.
A pretty expensive proposition you will s.'.y: not for a ni'.rket g^rJ.uvjr wh ) r.iisjs .'5 a'li 4 crops a year
on every inch of gn unci. .Ask any good one and see. You w'll s'.v. "Well, wh/ di la't you have them
if you needed them.'" For two reasons, w" hvi no shelter an I wo wer- p-o/ii; wh it a m m could do
with a small amount of h(!lp, and, just as the other mj,n would fin.i, some thin.;s would be left undone.

Lettuce and teans or peas were being shipped daily now. Imperfect heads, or those not quite
hard enough for market were sent to hospitals, Y. M. C. A.'s and the Sunshine Society.

le<\ found time in the evenings to work on the shower bath we had long intended for the men.
A space beside the engine was partitioned olT, cement floor laid on a slant, pipe connections made and
a spray att:-rhed. 1 his was thoroughly enjoyed by the Englishman, but Italian and American natures
seemed to "dodge."

1 he li:,st day of June found us preparing to fill acre Xo. S with cabbage and cauliflower from our
own seed-bed. .luly 1st fell on Sunday, a second one destined to be a work day. Early morning in-
spection showed the cabbage so full of worms we were afraid to leave them until morning, so faithful
Mike, who knew the danger as well as we, "passsed" them with paris green. It took us sometime to
quite unLlerst;.nd this phr:',se of his:

"i\ir. luller' 1 think best I pass cauliflower to-morrow, what you think — of course, you boss,"
with a shrug of the shoulders.

AV e ( iially gathered that he wished to spray the cauliflower.

The last time 1 saw him I said:

".\.ike, how's the cauliflower?"

"My gaw! A.iss Fuller' I pass them 11 time and they no good, I never see such worms." And hie
eyes snapped with true Italian tire.

'1 his s.-ime ^UIlday night more plants arrived from the South.

"I don't dare look at them," I said. "Of all the times of year to travel these past three hothouse
days are the wotst They must all be dead."

.\nd a sorry looking sight they were; celery, more sweet potatoes and late cabbage. The«e plants
had been ordered of a Long Island nurseryman who said he could supply us. Irony of fate! They
were from the s;.ine Maryland grower!

'1 he follow ing day foreboded rain, so the entire farm turned out to plant. By no means least
amonji the nutiiber were the wee ones. The proccs.sion moved like this: i\like and Buckeye making a
furrow. 'I ed following drawing a ph'-nk to smooth the top a bit. Uncle Roger making dibble holes, .John
and \^ alter sorting out the plants that might possibly grow, Hope with a basket of plants upon her
arm drojiping one at each hole, Eleanor placing the [ilant in the hole and .Mike coming after and firming
them, the .Junior Partner marking each row, while the Senior Partner with a camera made the scene a
part of history. It wj^s hard work, but many hands made it light, while good will and bantering fun
made the time seem shorter. As a test of speed, Mike. Walter, Hope, and Nettie planted 4!)> drutnhead
cabbage in 'S> ninutes. The small ones grew pretty tired but did not desert until the last plant was in.
Rain cati^e and we were all glad the good work had been accomplished.

Blight w:us spreading fast, aided and abetted by continued damp, warm weather. It kept 2 men
busy "passing" the various crops.

(.'n the '.id. n:eloris were ready to be thinned and radishes pulled from the hills. They had fulfilled
their mit-sion and strange to relate many were still in fine marketable condition; from the field we sorted
1,L0() !,s f ne as het'.rt could desire.

'I he 4lh could not pa.ss w ithout some celebration and a case of fireworks made the little ones long
for e\ening. Bifi ones enjoyed the day as it passed. A diminutive cannon gave the grown-up boys
much iilei'.sure and the national salute of 21 guns echoed from the surrounding hills.

1 arget practice has always been our "fourth" habit, for I think a woman should know how to shoot
as well ;.s n m;-n. A target was placed in the swale to the south of the barn: we took our turns using
revohers N: ike and I took honors, while for the sake of my se.\ I must say I led, but the shots showed
all of us would have "winged our man." Shotguns followed, firing at a can thrown in the air; that
weapon is not to my liking, so I withdrew before I lost prestige. Mike is a fine shot, while Ted followed
a close second. (;ld Incie had a glorious time but most of his shots went wild. I have no doubt the
contest «a.* a good thing; the melon patch w.as let .severely alone. The evening's display was a delight
to all and although our neighbors had been invited, but few appeared.

Cn the Cith, crops began coming in in earnest, early cabbage and young carrots were added to the
list.

There are days with the best of us when everything goes "dead wrong" The 0th of .July was one
such with the Railroad Farmer. Everything was dead wrong from the time he arose; when a young
chicken having escaped from the chicken yard got into the seed-bed, that was the "dead wrongest."
A dive for the chi'kt'n. a catch of the foot in some huckleberry roots, and the Farmer lay prone. The
knee had been wreiuhed and then began 3 months of limping and bandaging; a sad and unfortunate
mishap in the midst of .such a strenuous season. No amount of persuasion would keep him quiet and
as the limp grew worse the children dubbed him:

"Cld ^cr. N;icklejolui had a leg of hickory on."

Several di'.ys h'.ter Aunt Sophie, who had been steadily growing lazier, about decided she had had
enough of country life, so much to T'ncle Roger's digust, we sent them back to the city.

"M hy I's just gettin' my hand in, boss, and I likes it powerful; but Sophie she always does this
yere w.%y."

1 hree weeks followed, in which but for Nettie's willing help I should have been in a bad way, for
no cook could be procured.

Cabbage louse vv.-is tormenting the life out of us, spreading day by day, from sprouts to cabbage,
from c.-.bbage to cauliflower, kale, and kohl rabi until it seemed as though nothing would stop them.
Their natural enemy is the ladybug's child, they help man keep the fuzzy louse down. But ladybugs
were \ery scarce this year.

Elei.nor r.nd I were walking down the middle road one afternoon when a ladybug happened to light
on her stocking. She looked down and said in her sweet baby voice:

""W hy, you cunning tiling, do you think I have aphis on me?" Their love of benign and animosity
toward malign insects is very strong.

We tried tobacco tea for the louse (really an aphis covered with a grayish hairy substance), dry
powdered tobacco, slug shot, bordeaux, paris green, and land plaster mixed, but nothing seemed to
affect them. Won't some good chemist invent something to kill them? We are beginning to feel that
the soil should be poisoned, for nearly all these insects come from the ground.

We had a most delightful call about the middle of July from a United States forester. He put
new heart into us by confirming our use of manure and wood ashes and siying we had the finest garden
soil he had ever seen.

"Mr. Fullerton, if I should make soil with everything I could want to do it with, I could not equal
your natural composition here. Man could not make such drainage, or loam in such ideal proportions
of clay and sand as you have here. I had no idea Long Island was such a wonderful spot. As for its
trees I am simply carried away. Never in all my travels have I seen such clunaps of second growth
chestnut. If you had told me there were groups of 7 and 8 all a foat to foot and a half through, I would
not have believed you."

"Our trees themselves are not only wonderful to me, but the last variety is astounding. Years
ago the sea captains brought ho.Tis trees ani shrubs fron foreign pjrts ani many of the.Ti are now
native to the Island. I know a forest of Japan maples, s. vamps whsre mignolia trifolia grow, white
foreign ei'ergreens seem especially happy here," replied Mr. "Alicklejohn."

Upon further examination of cabbage and caulifliwer affe3teJ by blight, we found in 9 cases out of
10 root maggot had been at work. This pest is a difficult one to fight, but bisulphide of carbon injected
by the root will kill them, while sulphur or wood ashes in the drill will keap them out. I must confess
we felt better, I would much rather fight an insect than a disaise any day.

Lettuce was ready to come out, it had been an interesting crop, full of failures. The majority of
transplanted plants went up to seed. In drills they headed beautifully, teaching us the lesson that they
must be thinned severely and kept cultivated while young, that without irrigation during dry weather
it is useless to try to grow it.

"But, gee whiz, it's hard to thin it enough," said the book farmer. "I believe every seed sown came
up."

"Excuse me, Mr. Fullerton," said Ted, "but at 'ome we bake 'alf the seed before we plant it."

"Bake it, what for?"

"So it can't come up, sir," he replied. "Then it isn't so thick."

"Good scheme, Ted, we'll just about try it next year." And the more we have planted the more we
are convinced that such things as lettuce, endive, beets, turnips, and in fact any crop needing thinning
should have half the seed "baked."

Of all the varieties of lettuce we tried, the "Golden Queen" suited us best. Brilliant in color,
golden of heart, solid, crisp, and mild flavored, while its tenderness exceeded any lettuce I have ever
eaten. As the Farmer says, "Big Boston isn't in it."

On a small irregular shaped plot near the well, beans had come out as well as lettuce and the bean
vines had been burned sometime ago, anthracnose was too dangerous to have arounl. A smill amount
of manure was spread because being near the tower soma soil from th3 well had been spread upon it;
this soil came from too great a depth to be productive. Wood ashes followed the manure, and Mike
prepared the ground to receive summer radishes where the lettuce had been and summer lettuce where
the beans had been.

John drilled them in, and when the lettuce appeared one variety looked more like turnips than
lettuce; further growth disclosed the fact it was turnip, a mixed seed from a reputable firm and out of
a sealed package. Thus does the farmar labor against great oids.

With the exodus of Aunt Sophie and Uncle Roger, we were left with but 3 hands and crops coming in
faster and bugs growing thicker every day.

On the ISth Dynamiter Kissam came again, for it had been decided to clear the remainder of the
dairy. We had proof enough of the utter futility of the ancient method. The dynamiter's appearance
necessitated Italian help for him. The sprouts had grown so vigorously during the summer, one would
not have dreamed the land had been burned over last fall. Then, too, manure for the dairy and farm
was coming, as at this time of year it could be purchased at 63 cents a ton. This, of course, had to be
unloaded. Mike succeeded in getting 2 Italians, who proved on their arrival not to be agriculturists but
Neapolitans. They marched up to our wash-stanl by the tower, helped themselves to a glass of water
and proceeded to Thanksgiving Cottage for dinner.

Lime for fall use had arrived, and they were first set to unloading it and protecting it from rain
storms; then into the dairy to pile stumps for Dynamiter Kissam, who, working alone, had blown 100
the first day, having prepared the charges the day before. The Italians went to the "Port" Saturday for
food. Sunday they returned rigged out in most gorgeous style, saying as their cousin had died, they
were about to return to Italy. They, of course, struck for pay for Saturday afternoon (having left on
the noon train) but a good dose of Mexican Spanish, interpreted by Mike into Italian, soon made them
understand that would not work.

"Mike, were you afraid they would draw on you? That big fellow probably had a couple of knives
in those high boots," said the Farmer.

"0 no, Mr. Fuller,' I not afraid; I had 3 year Italian fencing school. They know me."

The 19th was marked in many ways. First and foremost we picked the first tomato, a beautiful
large smooth Earliest Pink, and the first cauliflower; both, of course, went to the Fairy Godfather.
A quantity of rhubarb was planted, having been sent from some section of the road where improvements
had extended into a West End market-garden, and we pvckeJ our first "home hamper."

For years the Railroad Farmer has been convinced that there is a ready mirket for produce shipped
direct to the consumer. A crate or hamper filled with vegetables in season was his idea. He has never
been able to persuade a farmer to try it. "Oh, it would be so much extra work," they would say.

"Yes, but you get the extra pay," he would reply.

"Well, I know, but I guess it wouldn't be worth while." Here at last was a chance to try the

scheme himself. A crate holding six "four-quart" baskets was selected. The three baskets in the
bottom contained beets, newly dug potatoes (the kind you can eat boiled in the skin) and cabbage.
A partition over these and the top three contained peas, lettuce, and cucumbers in one box, young
carrots and young onions in the third box.

As a test for this package they were shipped to friends with the urgent request for criticism. The
criticism usually came in the request for more, although many friends helped us with the suggestion
that tomatoes be packed tight and that peas and beans be wrapped in paper as they spilled through
the crate.

Mike had brought his wife to cook for us. She is a delicate colored woman with some Indian
blood in her veins. She has 0 children; one a baby of 0 months, the oldest 14 years, and she is 28.
She was too sick to work, therefore, after having a doctor see f.nd prescribe for her, I sent her home
with strict injunctions to rest all she possibly could.

A regular cloud-burst occurred on the 21st with sharp lightning and heavy thunder nearby. We
dreaded lest all the corn be knocked flat, especially the fodder corn which was becoming, together
with the alfalfa, the pride of our hearts. Thank fortune little damage was done.

The potatoes' growth was bothering us considerably. Some varieties were extrem.ely dwarf and
turning brown early. There was no sign of blight, which puzzled us all the more. We went into the
field taking up hills here and there and found many of the potatoes scarred, but without any apparent
cause for it.

Finally reward came. One potato stuck full of huckleberry roots proved to our satisfaction that
this was the cause of the scars. The "State of Maine," the last to be dug, was the first to bloom, while
the "Extra Earlies" were the last to bloom. Queer things potatoes! Uncle Gideon's Quick Lunch
suited us very well. We dug some on July 23d, finding them medium sized, nearly round, shallow-
eyed flecked with carmine, and a delicious "eater." At this season 40 feet yielded one peck. Some
day all vegetables, fruits, and eggs will be sold by the pound. I hope the day is not far distant, for
that is the rational method. ^^ eigh a dozen measly store eggs against a dozen fine fresh ones and you
will see where the buyer would gain. The "Extra Earlies" gave a greater yield, but were not nearly
so fine either in appearance, shape or flavor.

Almost every day after this saw a "home hamper" going on a mission.

Early in June or just after the bird bath had been placed, we "doctored" the lawn a little. In
patches it was still bare, so Ted raked them over, then rolled the entire lawn. Again raking it he sowed
more seed and rolled a second time. The sprayers were started immediately, and by the 27th the song
of the lawn-mower was heard in the wilderness. As pretty a lawn with a goodly showing of white
clover had been procured as many sections could show at the end of two j^ears.

Mike succeeded in getting three agricultural Italians at last. One had been on the section gang,
passing the farm every day all the season and had become much interested in it; one came from "Easter
New Yorker," a young fellow whose father had been a farmer; while the third had been for some time
with neighbor Tesla at his "wireless" station. Their names were Antonio Bignoni, Martino Luliccio,
and Pedro Centro.

They made for themselves a bunk in the work shop and a cook house along the eastern fence. They
are quiet, content, polite, and faithful, and are still with us. They learn quickly, and after once being
shown a thing can be trusted to do it alone.

There were times when we were glad to borrow them from the dairy, for the entire farm needed
cultivation, while picking could under no circumstances be neglected.

For the 2Sth the diary says: "The entire farm is this day thoroughly cultivated"; and as that was
Saturday, a sense of rest naturally pervaded the entire farm family. In fact one of the things that
struck me most forcibly this summer was e\ eryone's enjoyment of Saturday afternoon after mid-summer.
No picking and packing to attend to, just getting to rights for the Sabbath and cultiva,ting the crops
that everyone had been aching to get at for days. There were no Saturday half holidays and there
were no kicks.

Rainy days were always filled clearing the barn and shops, putting together crates and doing indoor
work, often these chores were saved for a rainy spell and many times the buildings looked neglected
and uncared for, but we knew their turn would come in good season.

At the end of July invitations went to the same "history makers" and ex-perts who visited the
farm on its first blasting day. They went in the form of a "home hamper" and a call to come and see
the vegetables growing. August 7th was set as the date, 11 months and a day from their last visit,
when they had begged us not to attempt the problem.

A hint from the diary for August 1st is as follows: "We picked and packed a bushel of wax, and
three-quarters of a bushel of green pod stringless beans, beautiful in color and form, rnd so tender
and brittle it was difficult to handle them." Well I remember them, for they were the fiist pick from
the third planting and we were glad that we had persisted in our efforts to grow them free from disease.

That same day we had a flying visit from a member of the New York City Board of Education.
He came, he said, because he could not credit the stories he had heard of such marvelous development
in so short a time. He frankly confessed as he went over the farm that it was almost beyond the powers
of conception to realize that 11 months before the place was in its primeval state.

And truly it was a sight during August. Such wealth of growth, such a variety of vegetation one
seldom sees.

A three days' rain from the northeast in the first part of this month gave us opportunity of doing
many small indoor jobs. Seed boxes were made, more crates put together, engine room straightened
out, baskets piled and between showers wire put up for berry and grape vines. But at the end of the
third day "Mike cultivated the pea patch on acre No. 3, John drilled in red top and Aberdeen turnips,
Ted cut the lawn and trimmed up borders," which shows what a truly remarkable soil this is.

The 6th was spent in preparing for the morrow's distinguished visitors. The day bemg clear
they were to feast in the open upon the farm's products. Ted also drilled in some spinach between the

rows of earn on acre No. 2, the "intensive plot." This was the fourth crop on this land in one year
without fertilization. "There's miny a slip 'twixt the cup and lip," however, and county fairs claimed
our attention to such an extent during September that this fourth crop did but fairly well during the
six weeks' drju^ht of this fall.

Th3 7th was "mide a purpose for us." Warm, west wind, overcast, just the day to make city
chainei man glad to hs in the country. Our guests arrived at noon; a short survey of the farm from
the house plot an J they sat down to dinner on the lawn by the fountain under the shade of our rescued
trees. I give you pictorially the msnu and I can assure you I never saw men enjoy a meal more. Ten
vegetables, all from the land they had been afraid to have us go into a few months before.

If [ m ly take you with us again after dinner on a tour of the farm I will try to show you what
they beheld.

The lawn more beautiful than ever, while oxalis in bloom about the trees, roses, sweet peas, and
coboevs, ani other vines clim'oing upon the fence, porch, and tower; gladiolus in clumps and the nastur-
tium root pile a blaze of gorgeous blossoms. Bulbous begonias in riotous bloom opposite the tank tower
and outdoor wash-stand where "root antlers" serve as a towel rack, past the house and Government
plot to the turn in the drive. Along the chicken yard fence rich red gladioli are in their prime, attract-
ing a flock of humming birds, while the vegetable flower garden shows scarlet runners, cardoon of tropi-
cal growth, and peppers that I doubt can be excelled anywhere, and borage, self-sown, in bloom of blue.
The sammsr radishes and lettuce are thriving remarkably, while corn is in tassel beside the cottages.
B33ts with their rich foliage, erratic onions (which, by the way, several were delighted to help
them33lv3s to) and cabbage. Let us pause here a moment. Mike had brought one in during dinner
measuring with its leavas still on, forty-two inches in diameter. The exclamation arose, "How did you
do it, Fulbrton? You certainly mast have set up nights with that fellow!"

"Thsre are plenty m^re in the fiald," he replied, but they were hardly convinced.
Hire before us is a patch containing many of equal size, while the entire growth is way above the
average.

"My g^oiness, how did you raise those melons?" broke from one of the party. "I never saw
such a set in my life. I'm coming out again when they're ripe."

"The prophecy is they will not be sweet, because the soil is a little heavy," said the "show guide."
"But if there are any good I see our finish trying to pick and ship them."
"You'll have your hands full, all right," they replied.

Potatoes, carrots, beans, peas, parsnips, cauliflower, salsify, sprouts, all on the way to the dairy,
called forth applause.

"By jin^o, Fullerton, that's alfalfa, isn't it?" exclaimed one who is considered one of the best alfalfa
experts in the United States. "You don't mean to tell me you planted that this year."
"Yes, sir, the first day of June. What do you think of it?" the farmer asked.
"Think of it! Why it's the best I have ever seen, no matter of what age. Why, man alive, that's
here to stay and the bacteria are at work all right, all right." "Golly, this part," as we walked toward
the top dressed quarter, "knocks the stuffin' out of anything else I have ever seen. How did you do it?"
"Had the soil alkali," replied the book farmer," and we didn't guess about it either, we took a very
small piece of litmus paper and a handful of soil and found out."

"Well, sir, you've done the best and biggest thing that has been done for the Eastern States in
many a year," replied another.

Here to the left is teosinte, a new crop to some of them and one that called forth much admiration.
Its broad leaves, shortnese of stalk and luxuriant growth appealed to any map interested in silage.
And the millet, which had been a light green sea of beauty all the season was now shoulder high
and blossoming with a soft long brown "bull-rush-like" tassel. This field showed more plainly than
any other spot on the whole cleared acreage, where the bonfires had been; not only did it show the
effects of the ashes in height, but in density of color.

The field of fodder corn calls for further exclamations.

"Fullerton, that's the best corn I've seen this season," said one guest, who travels much in the
interest of agriculture. "What did you leave so many stalks to the hill for?"

"This was planted for fodder, old man, but 'Pennsy millions' failed to buy us time enough to get
a silo up in which to put it, so I had to let it grow," answered the Senior Partner.
"That sorghum is no slouch either," replied another.

"Gee whillicans!" exclaimed a third, "where did you get this?" as we came to the Virginia horse
tooth. "Man alive you must think this is Kentucky. How high do you suppose that is?" as he went
up to measure it.

"A good twelve feet," said one, "you're a bean pole yourself and you look like an infant in there."
(Man language is often more forceful than complimentary).

"What will that be when it's done? Why this is only early August, it has another good two months
yet," said a third.

"We're hoping for sixteen feet and to be able to mature it," said I.

"Well, you have a record now," was the reply, "no matter what happens to it in the future."
"Dynamiter Kissam is working here and he'll blow a few stumps and some trees for you if you
want." said the farmer. "There's a good big chestnut six feet through and he will blow it by battery."
"Oh, please mayn't I?" I exclaimed, and womanlike, I had my way. My but it was a "beauty
blow" (that's technical). She came out clean, and pieces went way over into the corn.

"We're going to take out some of these pines, we want a few as shade apology for the cattle, but
these three extend too far east."

"Are you ready, Charles?" he called.

"Fire !" came the reply and 12 feet up into the air flew the tree, root and all, and falling split through
the center.

"There you are," said the wise one, "land cleared and wood split all for 10 cents."

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"How much^^dyiiamite did it take?" asked one.

"A half a pound," was the replj', "and time enough to affix the cap and charge the stump."

"Are you going to clear No. 2 the same way, Mr. Fullerton?" asked one guest.

"Ten acres are cleared, the dynamite has just come over from there," he replied.

"How many acres have you in that piece?"

"Eighty. It was the smallest we could buy. Ten of it will be market-garden and for the 70 we
are considering a plan to reforest and grow railroad timber. A 30 foot fire strip to check the annual
bum-over permitted by thoughtless or careless owners, will be cleared all round it and there we will
grow corn and such crops to pay for the clearing. Then all good specimens of oak and chestnuts and
enough pines and underbrush to give forest environment will be left. We think of planting European
larch, and will blow a hole to plant them in. Of course these trees want a protection of undergrovrth
just as all forest trees require, so we will do no clearing," said the farmer.

"What do j'ou mean by blowing a hole, Mr. Fullerton?"

"Why it struck me one day it would be a good sight easier and cheaper to blow a hole with a charge
of dynamite than try to dig one in that mess of undergrowth and roots, so Charlie and I went over into
the woods yonder and inserted a quarter of a pound at a 4.5 degree angle about 2 feet below the surface.
She tore up a hole ly^ to 3 feet in diameter, leaving perfectly pulverized soil fully 2 feet deep in which to
plant a tree. By putting the charge in a little flatter we secured even better results. With a helper
Kissam can make 250 holes a day at a cost of $12.12. We think Black Judson powder would do just as
welland would reduce the cost to $10.88 per 250 holes."

"Great head!" was the reply.

Returning from the dairy we go south along the division fence where we can see the cowpeas
making a brave struggle among the sprouts and ferns of an uncleared section. The sugar beets and
mangels are making fine growth, while the sweet pototoes dehght the hearts of Southerners and West-
erners. Sun-flowers, two long rows of them, which John and Mike had planted quickly one day, mak-
ing a dent with the heel, dropping the seed and pressing the earth over with the toe, were thriving
well. Astonishment at them was exhibited until we spoke of the use of the seed as poultry food, when
it was thoroughly understood.

Now we come to the pride of our hearts, our own cauliflower, sprouts and cabbage seedlings, fields
as fair as man can look upon, plants stocky and vigorous enough to make one feel certain of "big returns."

Squash and cucumbers in profusion, while corn just bearing, and limas filhng rapidly, brings us
to the orchard with its luxuriant tree growth and tomato vines laden with fruit and every inch of spare
space covered with crimson clover to be plowed under in the spring for green manure; berry vines,
asparagus, rhubarb, red carrots from China tasted as a rare treat and found as sweet as a parsnip, and
we are again back to the east of the house, where the tiny ever-blooming roses are making a good headway.

Down into the cellar we usher our guests, where the transverse section of the soil calls forth fresh
exclamations of delight and wonder, and the bushels of vegetables prove that this is a market-garden
competing with and forcing recognition from the world at large.

A drive through the beautiful old village of Wading River and up to the depot, where the farmer
accompanied his guests a portion of the way back to the city's turmoil, ended for these gentlemen what
I am sure was a unique day.

Returning at eventide the Senior Partner brought with him a doubtful one, a Congressman of good
Quaker descent and a thorough believer in and earnest worker for Long Island, but "Fullerton's farm
stories are too big to believe," he said.

"Seeing is believeing," and his tour of the farm drew from him a frank and delighted acknowledg-
ment that we had "produced the goods," and, like our visitor of a few hours earlier, he pronounced the
alfalfa, "the finest I have ever seen and I raise it in Kansas myself."

The early potatoes having been dug, Mike spread some lime upon the patch, harrowing it in and
preparing it after our usual manner, ready to receive spinach. Though August is early for planting this
crop, we felt the irrigation plant would give us good aid.

For the 8th the diary says: "Packed 2 crates fancy tomatoes, 2 home hampers, 2 bushels of lima
beans, 10 dozen ears of corn, and 2 barrels of cabbage."

That may sound simple to the uninitiated, but in reality it means sorting the tomatoes, rejecting
all that are not perfect either in shape or otherwise, polishing the good ones, packing them in "4-quart"
baskets, 6 baskets to a crate. The hampers called for early potatoes sorted and washed, beets washed
and the tops slightly trimmed, beans packed with paraffined paper to prevent spilling, cabbage trimmed
and thoroughly washed, tomatoes polished, carrots and onions cleansed and trimmed. Beans are slow
to pick and like peas deserve to bring a high price in the markets. Corn was sorted and packed in a
crate, while all cabbages were thoroughly sprayed. Such was the packing required of No. 1 for the
label that goes on our packages we wish synonymous with "the best that can be produced."

As an illustration of what a man can do in a day, the following from the 9th is fair: "Mike bor-
deauxed and paris greened all melons, sprouts, early cauliflower and cabbage, also cultivated nearly all
of acres eight and nine." Mike also had entire care of the horses and was our chief help in the packing.

For days the weather had been overcast, hot and moist, true hothouse weather. The morning of
the 10th it seemed as though our entire hopes were to be blasted. I think I can give you nothing more
vivid than the report the over-wrought Senior Partner sent that day to Mr. Peters:

General Conditions on Experiment Station No. 1, August 10, 1905.
"Mr. Ralph Peters, Pres., Long Island City.

"Dear Sir: — The weather conditions prevailing throughout this the first year of the Long Island
Railroad Experimental Station No. 1 have certainly been abnormal and lately the astounding change
in vegetable growth, showing in a most marked manner probably because of one day's absence caused
by hospital visit on account of my ball and socket joint knee, made me feel that details should be re-
corded for your log book of No. 1.

"The blight imported with celeriac from big commercial plant growers has extended to fine, healthy

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cauliflowers, No. 1, grown from seed. In spite of almost daily personal attention and care there is
hardly a head of either cabbage or cauliflower planted on acre No. 1 in the home plot, in order to keep
it under continual observation, that does not show anything from slight injury to absolute destruction
from this very serious imported blight. The long continuing overcast Turkishbath weather has sent
the shallots into a weedy-like growth resembling closely marsh grass effect. Peppers are apparently the
only things that are truly happy. Summer lettuce lately planted is making a weedy growth, with the
exception of one variety which came up turnips, a mixture I understand skilfully concocted by a dis-
charged foreman of one of our American seedsmen who carried out exactly the same methods of revenge
pursued by a superintendent of a German house who succeeded in absolutely destroying all landscape
gardening effects in Europe and America where nasturtiums were part of the color scheme. Various
summer radishes lately planted look more like foliage plants than vegetables. Corn, of course, is su-
premely happy. In the cabbage patch acre No. 2 imported plants, the growth of black rot and fuzzy
cabbage louse is far superior in vigor to the cabbage plant itself. Our splendid stand of kohl-rabi has
been infected from the cabbage just east of it through the medium of our frequently prevailing
northeast winds. In order to save them, we shall ship all we have at once. The finest lot of kale that
I have ever seen even about Long Island City has also been affected by imported black rot and louse
so that it must be cut and shipped immediately in order to pull out all we can. The carrots, both
first and second planting, are paying beautifully. The shell beans, although as erratic in growth and
set as elsewhere according to reports throughout the United States, show freedom from anthracnose
and other blights, because of continual and early use of bordeaux. Turnips planted July 20th appear
to be in fine condition. Salsify and scorzonera show up superbly. The tips of the salsify leaves are
shrivelled and black and occasionally the same effect is seen in the scorzonera, a normal peculiarity.
The frost touched golden bantam and peep-o'-day corn is making up for lost time, many of the stalks
running three and four ears on main and side shoots. Brussels sprouts planted among this corn show
up best of all plantings. Parsnips supremely happy, and sugar beets ditto. Turnips of August 4th
show in even and very nearly straight rows. Sprouts in acre No. 6 are in spots badly affected by the
louse. Cauliflower, home grown, which was in fine shape, affected badly by imported blight. Potatoes
show same erratic browning, which is strikingly prevalent in every section of Long Island and I should
judge throughout the United States from reports in the papers. Beans on acre No. 3 would be fine
specimens in the best bean season ever known. This beyond question entirely due to bordeaux applied
as soon as plants appeared. Onions planted June 13th on acre No. 3 show that ground is in far from
proper condition to suit onion germination and growth. The same erratic showing of rows is here
that was found in the first planting made on acre No. 2. The cabbage set out in acre No. 3 has done
marvelously well, yielding a very large percentage of not only marketable, but very large solid heads.
First planting of onions still reminds one very much of a shave with a dull razor. The beets, because
late germinations, have somewhat caught up and transplanthigs have helped out broken rows, are grow-
ing thriftily and look somewhat like a well kept market-garden. Turnips planted on acre No. 2 were
superb the day before yesterday ; to-day leaf and even bulb have rotted so badly that in appearance and
stench the showing is awful. Endive for the first time is making beautiful growth and promise for crop
is excellent.

"Melons I hardly dare speak of, for fear they will have the blight. The acre is the most beautiful
patch I have ever seen and I came from a melon country. The set is superb, the bees are marvelously
thick and the melons are fiUing out large and shapely. The assorted blighted and measly celery plants
have at last secured enough vigor through copious doses of wood ashes, Long Island fertility, diluted
salt water coming to us in the form of fog, to show considerable promise. The very best of the bunch,
however, is golden self-blanching, raised in No. I's seed-bed.

"In our vegetable flower garden, peppers, are as elsewhere, superb both in leaf and fruit. The
cardoon shows here and there leaf blight, but makes up in part by a number of good sized buds.
Scarlet runner is growing luxuriantly with no sign of vegetable enemy. On the United States Govern-
ment plot both haricot beans and lawTi are in fine shape. The squash and pumpkin samples near house
plot we have apparently saved in part from the ravages of the brood of the small striped beetle,
who do not seem to keep ahead of the special brand of imported blight. Celeriac and celery look like a
convalescent's home. In the orchard, acre No. 4, the trees are making superb growth. Crimson
clover well nigh covers bare places. Tomato plants are most disheartening, besides the loss of at least
85% of the set crop, the wet weather is rotting the plant itself so that from the present outlook 90%
total loss is probably nearer to fair statement. The yellow raspberries from which we even had a small
yield are dying rapidly. Will endeavor to discover cause. Peanuts 'all to the merry.' For some
reason limas look particularly thrifty, reason unknown; they should be totally or nearly destroyed by
mildew. Corn on acre No. 7 superb, in silk, in growth, in tassel, and leaf. Early cucumbers' season
about done; yield and freedom from disease first rate. Squashes of all varieties have done particu-
larly well and still making fine fruit. Turnips sown July 29th splendid. Late tomatoes are holding up
well. Eggplants with the aid of a large assortment of bumblebees, are settling remarkably well.
Some of the late tomatoes are apparently keeping in style by rotting from the ground up.

"We life partners have in going over acres Nos. 8, 9. and 10 imbibed a vegetable ni'nt-julip or
cocktail according to one's early environment, the late cabbages, red, curly-leafed, and regular; the
Brussels sprouts, and the late cauliflower, which are as magnificent as anyone could possible see. Oc-
casionally there is an affected leaf, which to us shows that the spores from the imported plants have
been wafted their way. Bordeaux has done well, but we are taking no chances nor omitting any pre-
cautions whatever, and to-day all hands are picking infected leaves. The sweet potatoes remind me
of Loveland, Ohio ; more cannot be said. Two rows of sunflowers planted for the benefit of the feathered
stock go billowing across the field showing plainly where the stumps were burned last year. The soaked
sugar-beets have at last about caught up with the unsoaked rows. The test mangels are doing splen-
didly. The black Mexican sugar corn is in tassel and .showing up well. Second planting of early
corn all well and made quite an even stand throughout. In .spite of frequent showers and downpours,

"Home Hamper" Fillers

we ha\o certainly demonstrated the necessity for frequent applications of fungicides and insecticides,
and that it unquestionably pays to use both through the very earliest period of plant growth. The
necessity for a sprayman even on a market-garden of only ten acres is proven conclusively and next
year if you approve, one man will be assigned solely to this work, with instructions to keep up an endless
round in a methodical manner, so that no plot may be overlooked and further to be careful to make
a spraying tour directly after a storm. Have had a particularly good man to handle this part of thework,
but the setting out and cultivation many times forced us to leave alone plots showing up thriftily and
without signs of coming disaster. It was most unfortunate that we were unable, because of a great
deal of new work to be done which will not need thought next year or labor, to raise every plant for
No. 1. We imported a great number of insects in various forms and certainly 2 of the most dangerous
and rare blights and fungous growths and undoubtedly others of lesser moment. One thing we shall
urge most strongly in pamphlet, which is now well along, is that nothing be planted in this new ground
but the best of seed from strictly reliable firms and that under no circumstances should plants be secured
from outside territory. From the very first we have feared introduction of pest and for this reasori
took extraordinary precaution with two varieties of potatoes we received showing a mysterious, im-
possible to locate, disease which caused us to destroy a very large number of them. — Yours truly, H. B.
Fullerton. Special Agent."

The day brought us however, a cook; a woman with a three-year-old child who came through the
Sunshine Society.

The striped beetle were as thick upon the melons as though it was not time for them to have dis-
appeared for the season. They are the most difficult things to kill one can find, while their young
are the terror of all gardeners. These beetles lay their eggs under the soil, the young, a worm, bores
into the stem of the vine and promptly kills it. The melons were sprayed way beyond the time that
is considered safe, in order to kill the beetle if possible, but nothing seemed to avail.

On the 11th, Mr. Peters came, his heart seemed wrapped up in that melon field, he spied each
large melon, tapping and testing it to see if he could not find one ripe.

"Mr. Fullerton, try different insecticides around some of the vines about the roots and let's see
if we cannot save them. My, it would be a shame to lose that melon field," he said. So we made the
following applications. Going across the field from east to west and taking 3 rows at a tim3, this brought
each test upon each variety of melon.

First 3 rows lime and tobacco stems steeped.

Second 3 rows tobacco stems steeped.

Third 3 rows slug shot.

Fourth 3 rows ashes and kainit.

Fifth 3 rows lime.

This was placed immediately about the roots. None of them showed marked results and the
beetle tried harder than ever to get inside the melons themselves.

That night we had rose China radishes for supper, 26 days after planting the seed.

On Monday, the 13th, the day and date being propitious, John was sent out to mow the alfalfa.
It was 26 inches high and in full bloom. After it was cut (and John said it was pretty heavy), all weeds,
roots, etc., were picked from it before weighing, that the figures might be exact. It was weighed green.
The weights are as follows:

Northeast quarter (soil top dressed) 1,673 lbs.

Northwest quarter (uninoculated) 726 lbs.

Southeast quarter (seed inoculated ) 416 lbs.

Southwest quarter (soil and seed inoculated) 377 lbs.

Total 3,192 lbs.

Next it was spread, and the day being overcast, but not foreboding rain it was allowed to remain
until nightfall, when it was raked into windrows. The n3xt morning early it was spread, and in an hour
being dry but not crackly, was tied into bales of about 25 pounds' weight and taken to th3 barn. Here
t was weighed again.

Northeast quarter (soil top dressed) 701 lbs.

Northwest quarter (uninoculated) 313 lbs.

Southeast quarter (seed inoculated) 189 lbs.

Southwest quarter (seed and soil inoculated) 168 lbs.

Total 1,371 lbs.

It is cured to perfection, the leaves remaining on whde the stem is still green. Horse Texas will
almost break his harness to get some, while Buckeye disdains even to notice it.

Corn was now a daily diet in our household. Of course we tried every variety of everything grown,
but nothing caused such a howl to be set up as the non-appearance of (jolden Bantam corn. It was
absolutely useless to put any other variety on the table as long as this little gem lasted.

In the Senior Partner's phraseology, "it's the earliest, ugliest, sm'iUest, sweetest corn that grows.
If you once taste it you won't want any other." 'Tis extremely yellow, therefore not popular with
tradesman, but a decidedly good crop for home hampers.

Italians were sent into the tomatoes to pick every morning now, for it required two and some-
times three of us a good part of the diy packing various produ3ts. Many a morning they have brought
in 1.5 to 18 bushels of tomatoes, while cabbage, radishes, lettuce, kale, kohl-rabi, carrots, eggplant,
corn, and beans, kept all hands pretty busy.

We were informed by one of our Huntington neighbors that a little excursion had been planned
from that point to the farm for the 15th. Glad we were to hear it, for we were anxious to have more
people see and believe the stDries of the wonderful growth. For their benefit we had arranged part
of the day's pick on the front porch and it made a very good "agricultural exhibit" including corn, egg-

i!lDe Tobacco at both Ko. 1 and No. 2

plant, green and wax beans, pole and bush limas, squash, vegetable marrow, four varieties of tomatoes
(pink, red, large and small yellows), cauliflower, one cabbage, weighing when stripped for market,
^teen pounds, beets, carrots, onions, and peppers.

The Farmer was particularly anxious to see the assistant postmaster and for a greeting had ar-
ranged a large perfect eggplant in a peck basket and carried it under his arm to present to him as he
alighted from the train. The eggplant lover did not come, but a kind neighbor carried it home to him
and he afterward said to me:

"It's all right, INIrs. FuUerton, I didn't think the 'Squire' could raise them, but that was the best
I ever ate."

"We had plenty of bees," I responded; "they are an absolute necessity where eggplant is attempted."

The "bees" remind me of everyone's query when they saw the "weather bureau" (where the maxi-
mum and minimum thermometers are housed). "0, do you keep bees?"

"Yes, but not tame ones, we coaxed them by strong colored flowers. They come for them and
are daily visitors. We intended having a hive but have not come to it yet. Still our honey friends
have done all the work necessary," we would reply.

For some time the children declared, "we took the weather out" every morning when the ther-
mometers were read.

The "little birthday excursion" (for it was the Farmer's birthday) numbered 94 and we felt as
though the good news would travel far when they left the farm.

I was showing friends over the place and explaining operations how this crop was the second on
that ground, that, the third; explaining how it was all done with no commercial fertilizer and but
little help. We came to the dairy where we met an old man who had preceded us; he was returning
from reviewing the fodder corn, and I said:

"Well, what do you think of it?" And of course I was swelling with pride.

"Humph!" he replied. "I don't think much of that there corn; it ain't got no ears." And as
he was referring to sorghum, I could but Be amused, as sorghum bears its seeds on its tassel.

"This here's that there new thing they call alfalfy, ain't it?" he asked.

"No, sir," I replied, "that is Japanese millet; but this is alfalfa," as I showed it to him.

"Japanese millet! We didn't raise them new f angled things in my day. I suppose you think
this here corn is good too, but it ain't got no ears neither," he said.

"But that's not corn," I remonstrated, "it's teosinte, a grass, and comes from Mexico."

But "a man convinced against his will is of the same opinion still," and he went away muttering
to himself.

Our other guests were fully satisfied that no one had drawn the "long bow" in regard to the crops,
and fresh vegetables from Experimental Station No. 1 became very popular in Huntington after that.

Our visitors drove to the beautiful Sound beach, (it should be famous as it belongs to the village
of Wading River) where they ate their picnic dinners, and on returning to the train, found the car decked
with armsful of exquisite gladioli, a gift from Wading River's famous grower of this gorgeous flower.

Ted had been mowing millet all day. It fell in a golden wake behind the scythe, making as pretty
a picture as one could wish to see. What satisfies us to the very core of our beings more than the harvest?
Nothing.

Spinach planted where the early potatoes came out was up in 7 days and immediately irrigated
to hasten its growth.

The secret of all leaf crops is the rapidity with which they grow and nothing can further them more
than water coupled with cultivation. Endive needed a little of this medicine, the sprayers were turned
into this field.

Young carrots were somewhat in demand in the market in mid-August, so we decided to dig all
of the early planting and ship thtm. The second planting was by this time providing for home hampers.
John took the wheelbarrow and fork and went out to the field, he soon returned with the barrow full to
overflowing. A second, a third, and a fourth came by and it seemed as though there could not be so-
many carrots in all the world. They were taken to the packing shed, which, by the way, was a very
quickly improvised affair. Time did not give us a chance to build an ideal one, so a strip of quarter-inch
mesh galvanized wire was tacked to the rear of the barn, stretched out to the north and fastened to some
stakes driven into the ground. The wire was turned up at the edges and allowed to sag slightly in the
center; this admitted of a good many vegetables being placed in it at once, while the spray from the
hose of course ran right through. As a protection from the drip underneath some old boards were
placed in front of the drain; a table made of old boards (some second-hand stuff left from the barn)
laid upon boxes, made the packing table, while an old sail cloth fastened up among the trees with rope
made good enough shade.

Mike washed and John bunched. They were sorted into two sizes and piled upon the table. Young
carrots are sold with the leaves on, and nothing could have been prettier than that table ladened with
orange and green. Three hundred and thirty-five bunches, 12 carrots to a bunch, was the final count;
while added to that 173 bunches of pink, white, yellow, and black radishes made a fair shipment of root
crops for one day.

This plot of carrots covered a space of ground 46 by 67 feet and yielded, all told, 485 bunches, or
5,820 perfect carrots.

I think August 22d a good representative day of work at this season. I give it to you straight from
the diary: "Ted finished cultivating celery and celeriac (we also put some Bonora, which had been sent us.
by a good friend with an earnest petition that we try it, upon the celer>') in dynamite swale, weeded and
cultivated all berries, Udo and peanuts. Mike and Pedro limed the patches where early cabbage, kale,
and kohl-rabi had come out, sowing 400 pounds. They also sowed 450 pounds Canada wood ashes
on the alfalfa, and 600 pounds old rotted manure on the southwest and southeast quarters (these quarters
had given the smallest yield), Pedro and Martin picked tomatoes for 2 hours, Tony all day sprajang.
cauliflowers, cabbage, and sprouts with bordeaux and paris green.

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lliaii Asparagus

Whitloof Chicory of Barbe-de-Capuchin — Tlir F.tiuous Sahi.l

\'cintiaii S.iua-h — Finest <n" all .Siiiiashe;

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"Sorted, washed, and packed 12 crates tomatoes (1,200), 3 barrels corn (650 ears), 1 crate corn
(72 ears), 1 basket summer squash (36), 1 basket of cucumbers (60).

"John finished making crates. Ted cleared out the barn and stacked empty crates over the shower
bath-room.

"John and Mike picked and packed the corn in 2 hours; ^brought in 2 bushels and 1 wheelbarrow
load of squash in 40 minutes."

I might insert here the "crate incident." On July 17th a half carload of packages in "knock down"
shape arrived, they were stacked up by the barn and everyone except Mike exclaimed :

"Where do you intend to store them all winter; they will last a couple of years."

"0 no, Mr. Fuller', you need more than him this year," Mike said, "I know you wait till cabbage
and Bruss' sprout' ready."

"Why, Mike, we'll never fill those in the world," I said.

"You wait see, Mes Fuller'."

He was right, many a message has gone forth this summer "for goodness sake rush packages as
much as you can, crops are spoiling for want of them." But many barrels alas, are lying empty!

Kale had been shipped 2 days previously, the plot 31 by 39 feet, yielded 355 heads, the last shipment
filling 3 barrels. The kohl-rabi, from seed from North China, yielded 144 roots and the space occupied
by them after being set out was 31 by 14 feet. These "rabis" differed in no way from the kind usually
raised here as far as we could see.

l The night of the 22d it stormed, so the Italians were sent over the cabbage, cauliflower, and sprouts
again the next day. In fact it seemed that a spraying day was invariably followed by rain. There were
times when "Fullerton luck" did not hold good.

Endive was tied up when thoroughly dry, this must never be done when the plants are damp for it is
intensely susceptible to rot. The field was the quaintest "Dutchest" thing imaginable when the men
were through.

"Fullerton luck" brought a thunder storm the next night so there was nothing to do but spray
again the following day. We w ent to the field in the early morning as was our habit and the sight that
met us was enough to make the heart sick, leaves turned black and yellow with blight insects so thick they
positively looked crowded. ■/

"What shall we do?" we exclaimed, "the pride of our hearts and the portion to bring in the greatest
returns going before our eyes! It surely cannot be our fault, or from any neglect."

"Mes Fuller'," said Mike, "about every 5 year, the cauliflower he go so, you can't save him, I know,
I grow him many year."

"Should we have sprayed more Mike?" I asked.

"Mah gah, Mes Fuller' we pass this field about 8 times already and 2 times be enough. This year,
you can't help him," he replied.

"Well, if this is the year we have him for fair," said the Senior Partner. "Mike, tell Tony to go
over again, this time dust on tobacco dust and slug shot mixed half and half. Then let Martin and Pedro
pick all infected leaves and the entire plant, where they are bad, and bring them up to the barn to be
burned. We'll save the balance of them if we can."

The plants and leaves were taken to the barn plot, but we could not burn them green and considered
them too dangerous to leave imtil dry.

"Mike, tell the Italians to dig a hole here and bury that stuff," said the farmer. He watched opera-
tions closely and when they had tossed in a good layer of leaves he had them spread it thick with lime,
another layer of leaves, again hme, until all were safely interred. I have no doubt that will be a rich
spot next year.

Eleven times those fields were "passed" and there is nothing to show for it. Not a cauliflower
and but few perfect cabbages and it is doubtful if we get any sprouts. The latter are set and hard and
the plants are laden, but the louse has discolored them so badly they would not pay for the picking.
The plants average 1 quart of sprouts each and as there were 5,211 plants set out, the loss can be safely
estimated at 5,000 quarts. During mid-winter these bring from 12 to 30 cents a quart. I guess I
won't figure what we might have made for there is no use crying over spilled milk and we have not trusted
all the eggs to one basket; a diversity of crops is deep wisdom for those who deal with Dame Nature at
first hand. Man as yet cannot foretell the season's wet or dry characteristics, therefore it is most unwise
to rely on one species alone, a season fatal to one vegetable assures a phenomenal yield of another. Our
only consolation, if consolation it can be called, is that all experts and old farmers have suffered the same
loss this season.

"What is the cause?" I asked one visitor from the east end of the Island, who always has a large
acreage of these special crops.

"Why that damp warm weather started the rot," he replied, "and then I think last winter was so
warm and open all the bugs lived through and we have a particularly choice assortment this season."

"Well, it's thoroughly discouraging," I said, "to work so hard and have the crop come almost
to maturity and then die before your very eyes, while you are powerless to save it."

"Yes! Yes! It certainly is," was his rejoinder, but he said it in a way that showed it was not
the first time he had met such defeat.

The spinach was given a good dose of liquid manure as a tonic at this trying season of the year
and it later amply repaid the labor.

The tomatoes had received their last cultivation July 10th and crimson clover was broadcasted
and harrow-ed in. It came up in 4 days and by mid-August the field was a mat of green, while the
four-leaved ones among it were Hope's delight. Many a day she has come in with 16 fours, a goodly
number of fives and sometimes a six-leaf.

Clover was now sowed wherever a crop came out, the early cabbage patch received it August 27th,
while early September showed many other patches covered with either this or vetch or sainfoin, or
alsike. Manure, lime, and ashes were spread and cultivated in before these nitrogen gatherers were

sown, for they will be allowed to remain all winter and turned under for green manure next spring.
It takes but little time and costs but little money to sow these crops and they render untold good to the
soil.

By the 30th endive was ready to gather. Those that had been tied (and they must be well grown
before tymg) were out, the raffia removed and thoroughly washed. The hearts were blanched as prettily
as could be and thirteen bushel baskets were made ready for morning shipment. All things that left
the farm in the morning were picked the night before, sprayed and allowed to remain out in the night
air unpacked until morning. The consequence was such things as lettuce, endive, and spinach were
as crisp as possible, for these plants wilt immediately after picking, but quickly revive if watered and
placed in the shade.

When the returns came from the commission merchant they read — "baskets of chicory."

"Well, if the big New York dealers don't know endive from chicory, don't lets grow it any more,"
I said.

"I guess we have other things to do," replied the Farmer, "Let's try romaine and escarole next
year, just a little to see if they know what that is, they are easier to grow than endive because they need
no tying."

The last day of August, our last at the farm! To-morrow would see a new era, for we must return
to the dear old home to get ready for school days. John had become converted to market-gardening
and he had bought himself 8 acres of land and went to prepare it for spring work, while Mike moved
his entire family to No. 1 to remain for the rest of the winter.

A Western visitor gave us a feeling of satisfaction. There arrived in the afternoon a gentleman
from Indiana, a total stranger, who said he had heard of the Station and would like, with our permission
to look over it.

"Mr. Micklejohn," for the farmer was still pretty lame, made him welcome and escorted him on
a tour of inspection.

"Well," said our visitor, "I'll tell you, Air. Fullerton, I've been traveling for a year and a half to
find just the place I want for a farm. I started in Texas and I have been to every State Experimental
Station in the Union and this beats anything I have ever seen. It is the most practical, the best looking
and the most educational of any, and I don't see how you have done it in a year."

"It's the soil. Old Man," (all Westerners call each other Old Man, it seems to give them great
satisfaction) "soil and climate, you can't beat it!" said the farmer. "Come down in the cellar and see
what we have," and he showed him the now famous cellar wall giving the strata of the earth's construc-
tion.

"This suits me," he said, "my weary search is over. But there is something more here than soil
in which to grow vegetables, your island is one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen, the un-
expected views and beauty spots make it a continual surprise. Why, those lakes just to the south of
you are gems, and the eyes of man have hardly rested upon them, I suppose."

"Right you are, and there are 200,000 acres of this virgin soil lying idle just waiting for a helping
hand to give New York its fresh food."

"Well, I'll make a prophecy, it won't be many years before there is precious little of it lying idle,
and I, for one, am going in to help you. I want a good big farm and I'm going to buy it next week,"
he said. "By the way, I hear you have another Station at Medford, what do you think of that section,
soil's pretty light, isn't it?"

"Lighter than this," replied the Senior Partner, "but deeper. The surface is drifted over with
white sea-sand and we supposed we would find soil a foot and a half at the deepest. When they were
clearing they dug a cellar under a shack, in which to store dynamite, and we found the soil four feet
deep. You could have knocked me down with a feather, for no one is more enthusiastic about the Island
than I, but I never supposed there was four feet of good soil in that section."

"Well, it only goes to show mighty few people know much about the land they live in," he said.
"May I bring some friends in a few days to see the place, they will think I have lost my head when I
tell them about it, so I want to show it to them?"

"Sure thing! bring as many as you want and come as often as you wish, and stay as long as you
like. Always glad to see you," was the rejoinder.

Dynamiter Kissam had been called away, so that but one acre of the dairy had been cleared, he
was to return when he could and finish the piece for we were anxious to get rye in this fall.

Our "Biggest Girl" and Japan's Biggest Radish

Autu

THE first of September saw the children and myself off to Pennsylvania for a few days. They
had been , "good as pie" all summer and often when father and mother were too burdened to
be pleasant they had had dull times. Rides were their great joy and they always went to the
depot with shipments; but companionship of their age was lacking and it was time they had a
'vacation." Such a glorious one they had with a bunch of cousins; pillow fights, early morning squeals,
romps, and picnics.

With the aid of records kept at various times by the stenographer, Mike, Walter, and Martha
(Mike's eldest daughter}, I give you the fall work.

Sunday, the 2d, records the picking of the first melon, a Long Island beauty. The Italians were
pressed into service more now, for John's going left a hole in the force. Tomatoes were coming thicker
than ever and I remember asking Mike on my return from a day's visit:

"Any tomatoes yet, Mike?"

"My gah, yes. Miss Fuller', we ship 41 crates this morning."

"Forty-one crates! Goodness, that must have been some tomatoes, how many culls?"

"Eight bushel, I give 'em to section hands and train crews, they like 'em," he answered.

No wonder the diary records "two Italians picking tomatoes one-half day."

Sugar corn that had been gathered was cut and stacked and the land prepared for a legume. Barrels
had to be unloaded and stacked, for we still had hopes of gathering some cabbage and cauliflower, while
sweet potatoes held out the promise of an abundant yield.

More endive was ready for shipment on the 6th and the diary records: "Washed and picked 6
barrels of cabbage, 11 bushels of endive, also some carrots and beets."

Tony showing the greatest aptitude for market-gardening, was given the more particular work and
he soon took John's place in helping Mike with the packing. Walter, the boy, had become quite pro-
ficient in many ways, and for a lad of 14 shows good signs of a budding farmer.

On the 6th the Assistant United States Agrostologist visited the farm to see the alfalfa. As a
test had been made for the Government at their special request, they were naturally much interested.

•■His verdict coincided with others already given and he further said upon examining the roots and
seeing the nitrogen nodules, that Long Island virgin soil must contain the needed bacteria, for the largest
nodules found were on the uninoculated section. That the bacteria was at home and at work in all
sections he felt was true without a doubt, and he further predicted that "next year you will not be able
to tell one quarter from another."

The 10th records the shipment of 5 crates of melons, and from that time on we could not compete
with the field, the yield was too great. The prophecy held for them came true, they were not as sweet

as we had hoped, but like cauliflower this was an off year, entirely too wet and really good melons were
as "scarce as hen's teeth." I give you here a letter to Mr. Peters on the subject:

"Wading River, Long Island, N. Y.,

•■September 10th, 1906.
"Mr. Ralph Peters, I'les., Long Island City.

"Dear Sir: — The weather, which sent the thermometer down to forty and even a trifle helow night after
night, held up our melons and further weakened the vitality of the vines to a marked extent. The striped beetle,
which has been our hardest nut to crack, true to the usual procedure, appeared late in August in immense num-
bers. This was a time when he could only be fought with severe damage, not only to the vines but the melons
themselves, and in spite of the greatest of care and most thorough work they succeeded in laying eggs in great
quantities. The beetle itself and its 'maggot' not only attacks the vines, but it attacks the melons themselves
as it does cucumbers and squashes. While they are seldom able to injure, or, in fact, penetrate the interior,
they certainly spoil the appearance of the melon and in many cases where they happen to work close to the
juncture of the vino, they partly cut off the sustenance supply and check growth and ripening considerably.
We have a big lot of melons of excellent quality, but they do not look right. I went into the city on Thursday
afternoon. Friday, and Saturday, and found that, without exception, both .Jersey and Southern melons had been
attacked in exactly the same way as melons on No. 1. I also found that Rocky Fords were coming in with
mutilated skin coverings. At the Delaware Water (lap, when I went to bring home my family, I found exactly
the same state of affairs existing with every melon I could discover. A few of them were native, most of them
were coming from Jersey, Colorado, and the South. Nevertheless, in spite of the scientific explanation that there
are certain seasons when the natural enemy of our insect pests are entirely absent, or present in numbers so
small that they do not exert any apparent influence and man alone cannot cope with them, we have no hesitancy
in saying that we will prevent this marking another year and base this egotistic statement on the results of our
experiments, which, although started late in the season, will show conclusively that the aftermath of the striped
beetle need not be feared if tobacco is used freely, particularly, about the melon hills, etc.

"Yours truly,

"II. B. FULLERTON,

"Special Agent."

On the 11th "we two" went to the farm for the night, for the following day we were to receive a
delegation of dairymen to view the farm's successes and failures.

For their benefit we placed upon the porch a bale of alfalfa and a bunch of plants (roots and all)
from each quarter section. They seemed wonderfully pleased with the successes attained and one of
them upon examining the root nodules, said:

'May I take some of these home with me? We have tried for 3 years to raise alfalfa at our dairj-
and we cannot get a nodule or get the plant to live over winter. It is a remarkable showing this section
has made and I congratulate you most heartily."

No less interesting to them were the other fodder crops and they were as surprised at the Virginia
horse tooth as any one else had been. By this time it had grown to 15K feet, with the ears, 7 and 8
feet from the ground.

A G-footer stood among it holding an umbrella in his upstretched hand and the tip of the umbrella
could not touch the tassel.

The Suffolk County Fair opened on the 17th and much time was consumed in making ready. A
little portable house, the same size as the one we had been living in, was erected on the fair grounds, and
for some time we had been preparing and framing photographs of the farm's development, to hang upon
the walls. Sunday, the 16th, took us all to the farm again, giving to the children a good treat, for they
really had grown very fond of the place, and to us another busy Sunday.

Being "Suffolk Countyites" we are allowed to enter vegetables for competition and strange to
relate, the yearling farm won 11 first prizes, 6 seconds, and an honorary mention. The portable had its
miniature sign by the front door flanked by teosinte and backed by Virginia horse tooth, the interior
had one room finished as a bed-room, while the others had tables loaded down with vegetables of various
sorts. There was a goodly showing for the time of year, lettuce, endive, summer and spring radishes,
beets, onions, carrots, parsnips, salsify, beans, sugar corn, tomatoes, squash, marrow, cantaloupes,
watermelons, mangels, sugar beets, pe-tsai, and sakurajima, potatoes, sweet and white, cabbage, sprouts,
and peanuts, alfalfa, millet, corn, sorghum, and teosinte.

The little cottage was crowded with visitors every day, some from curiosity, some from real interest,
many came back a second and third time, becoming so absorbed in the subject we would often talk for
hours.

"These are scrub oak vegetables, raised in one year without the use of commercial fertilizer," we
would say.

"Oh, I don't know about that," would come the rejoinder.

"Then I'll tell you," and the whole story of the farm's history would be repeated. No one who
heard or saw it as I have tried to rel te it in these pages, but saw the logic in the venture, and many an
agriculturist had new heart put into him from the long chat, while without a doubt we received as good
as we gave.

They contended, those who had not farmed, that 10 tons of manure to the acre was "a heap of
fertilizer." I would like to quote here from the American Agriculturist of recent date. The extract is
from an article on rais'ng melons in another state and the quantities used are for 1 acre.

"In the fall is spread 20 tons of stable manure free of stalks and straw (this would equal 30 to 40
tons of ordinary manure).

||One thousand pounds high grade Carolina phosphate rock.

"Three hundred pounds high grade sulphate of potash.

"This is harrowed in and 1 sow 12 to 15 quarts of crimson clover to be plowed under in April. I
then sow 1,000 pounds complete fertilizer (formula, 2% nitrogen,4% phosphoric acid, and 10% potash)."

This surely dwarfs 10 tons strawy manure into insignificance.
_ The second moming of the fair, a carriage full of visitors drove up to the door and an east-end
neighbor, who had visited the farm in the early summer alighted, bearing several large bouquets of asters
and dahlias. He brought them with the thought they might help brighten our exhibit. In reality they
were a peace offering. I relate the incident as one which to us was full of glee.

During his visit to the farm he espied the newly set out celery plants.

"Your farm's all right, Mr. Fullerton, but what did you plant that for?"

"Celery? Why not?" said the Senior Partner.

"Why not? Because you can't raise it here and there's no use trying," he replied.

"Do you raise celery?" asked the Book Farmer.

"Um!" as our guest nodded his head.

"Exhibit at the Riverhead Fair?"

"Um!" again as he acquiesced.

"Well, so do we, and if you win a prize this year you'll know it, for you'll have to work overtime."

A smile broke over his face and he clapped the "gude mon" on the shoulder, saying:

"Fullerton, you think the Island will grow anything under the sun, don't you?" But his expression
said, "He's an enthusiastic youngster (the said 'gude mon' being some years his senior) but he'll get
over it."

We exhibited celery at the fair and won second prize. Therefore the flowers.

One afternoon I was standing in the bedroom door tired from the day's exertions (the Senior Partner
was away that day holding another exhibit at an agricultural gathering). The house was crowded
with visitors, among them some Irishmen.

One large, portly man said: "Och, come on out, they know what to put in their fields."

"What did we put on the fields?" I flared up, supposing, of course, that he referred to a high-
priced fertilizer.

"Shure an' didn't they have you in the fields! Sure, I'd worruk meself if you was out there!"

I blush to tell the story, but it is too good to keep, that was the time my zeal for the farm got me
into hot water.

In our beloved home town, the Horticultural and Agricultural Association held an exhibition and
they particularly requested a showing from the farm, sending us entry blanks for competition. We were
glad to help and filled out the blanks with 20 entries. As this took place during the Riverhead Fair
week, the Senior Partner left me late one evening, drove the 12 miles to the farm, gathered and packed
crops all night and took them in to the exhibition the next morning.

The farm's showing was as pretty as could be, its greatest attraction in one sense being a basket
of dainty miniature vegetables from the children's garden. Their plantings had been made very late
and in the shade which tended to dwarf them, but under the circumstances seemed very apropos; as at
other exhibitions people wondered whether the corn was not spliced, while the high quality coupled with
the extensive variety attracted much attention.

When the Farmer returned to Riverhead I eagerly asked the news, meaning, of course, what prizes
had we won.

"Nothing doing," he said, "they seemed to think it was honor enough to be allowed to exhibit
50 varieties and would not allow our stuff in competition. I guess the next time I 'help out' I'll think
twice before I work all night doing it."

"That hurts," I replied. "If it were outsiders we could speak our mind, but that touches the
quick."

At the Mineola Fair where the exhibit looked even prettier than at Riverhead, the Senior Partner
had an odd experience.

A gentleman came in and said, "How are you Mr. Fullerton; I've been looking for you and asked

a man if he could tell me where to find your exhibit. 'There's the whole d humbug over there,'

he said, so here I am."

"Where's the man," said the Railroad Farmer, "and what's the matter with him?"

"He's outside now looking at that corn to see where it's spliced. He says you didn't raise the
things and if you did you had five tons of commercial fertilizer to the acre," replied the visitor.

The Senior Partner stumped out under full head of steam and the following wafted in the window:

"Howdy, neighbor! Hear you don't believe we raised this stuff without commercial fertilizer.
I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll give you $1,000 for every ton we used on every acre of the ten, and if
you don't think my personal check is good, I'm sure President Peters will be glad to back me; in fact,
I'm not sure but he'll raise it a $1,000 or so for every ton we used and I mean it," he reiterated. "At
your figures that would be $50,000 sure money, at least, and you had better start in at ones. Here's
the name of the man we bought everything from in the way of fertilizer, that will start you right and
quick."

The stranger had nothing more to say, but left the exhibit at once and I doubt very much if he
is hunting for the fertilizer.

Among our visitors at the latter fair were many market gardeners (all of whom were most com-
plimentary about the produce and felt the Experimental Station had done them a personal favor in
opening up a territory that had so long been looked upon as valueless and not even considered. Many
of them were forced to give up their farms near the city, as price of land and taxation was too high to
compete with longer, and big figures were being paid for their acres. They now felt a promised land
was open and they would come out into "Suffolk."

Many of our vegetables at the fairs proved tempting, especially the black radishes to the Germans,
while a pile of very large sweet potatoes near a door disappeared mysteriously. One portly lady was
seen walking across the grounds with a large yellow potato hugged lovingly against a black silk dress.
To quote Kiphng, "it showed up like a ripe banana in a smoke house."

It was particularly fascinating to watch the interest shown in the various varieties. Without a
doubt the one bale of alfalfa, together with the photographs picturing the work in the field from inoculation
of seed up to and including the harvest, caused more comment than anything else there. Interest
in it was shown by young and old, and in fact the younger men seemed the most eager to know how to
grow it successfully.

A lad of about 18 became so engrossed in it and the other farm products, that he spent a whole

riiorning in the building; while a boy nearer 14 said, "I'm going to make my father grow that if I can."
It well repaid us the long days and incessant talk to see the keen awakening of the budding agriculturists.

^Yomen, of course, showed more interest in "garden sass," especially in the martynias, large radishes,
including the 12-pound Sakurajima and the Pe-tsai. Kequest after request was made for the names "writ-
ten down so I won't forget" and I doubt not many little gardens will grow them next year.

One gentleman spent much time over the exhibit, went away and returned shortly, with two com-
panions. They passed silently around noting every detail and finally one of them broke forth:

"They've got Jersey beat to death!"

That was a draught of nectar to we "book farmers."

Ted became indignant many times a day at the remark that the 10-foot corn was " spliced," and
would say:

"Even after they've looked it all over, from the root to the top they will hardly believe it."

The little stenographer, who is short and round, became, after a brief while, utterly disgusted.

"Why, you can't make people believe we grow them without tons and tons of fertilizer." She
had a long argument with one man, who finally said:

"Well, what do you eat to make you so fat?"

And she replied:

"Scrub oak vegetables," which seemed to be conclusive proof of their merit.

The last day of the fair the little house was thronged with people asking for their favorite vegetable,
while many asked for peppers, tomatoes, melons, and squashes "for seed." The watermelons were
eagerly sought for, they were not very large, but the sweetness made up for lack of size.

I remember asking the Senior Partner, when we were breaking up the Riverhead exhibit:

"Are there enough melons for Mineola?"

"Enough! The cellar is half full, Mike don't know how to get time to ship them."

Ted had been constantly at the fair and after going back to No. 1 to see the engine repaired (a
blow hole in the cylinder had been causing us a good deal of trouble) went to Experimental Station
No. 2, where a countryman of his, with his wife and little children, are ensconced in the portable that
did service at the fairs.

As the weather grew colder we deemed it wise to dig the remainder of the sweet potatoes, but
Mike begged so hard to be allowed to leave them, saying:

"I save him, Mr. Fuller," I make big brush heaps all around, a frost come, I light him, that save.
I make brush heaps too all around lima beans, after frost he bring much money," that we allowed him
to have his way.

On the 10th the farmer went to the farm with some very important photographic work in hand.
He had scarcely stepped foot upon the place when, as he says :

"I got uneasy and told Mike to call the men in from the dairy and pick every tomato, bean, and
eggplant. I felt we would have frost that night."

Mike sat up until midnight to watch for it and deciding there would be none as no dew was falling,
went to bed without lighting the sweet potato brush fire. Signs failed for the thermometer fell to twenty-
eight degrees and potatoes had to come out next day. They were practically mature, but we would
like to have had a week longer. The yield of this digging was 40 bushels; this with the previous one
bringing the yield up to 51 bushels.

Virginia horse tooth not only reached the desired height of 16 feet, but went 2 feet higher and
has also matured. The yield in bulk of forage is tremendous, while the depth of kernel and circum-
ference of ear are remarkable. One of the prettiest sights on a farm is stacked corn when the yield
is good, while as true wigwams for make-believe Indians they cannot be surpassed.

Alfalfa was cut for the second time October 12th. The yield was, of course, a mere handful com-
pared with the first cutting, but the field has held to its reputation even in this respect, the second
cuttings totaling 207 pounds, green.

A trip over the fields in October makes one feel desolate enough, crops out or half out, signs of
the heavy frost everywhere. The most peculiar thing, however* is to find the field where we have
lately removed turnips, thickly dotted with beautiful endive; radishes where sweet corn has been cut,
and carrots, peas, beans, and spinach among the crimson clover. These plants were "first crops" on
each section and it does not seem to matter how deep the seeds have been buried, they all come up in
their own good time.

Thus stands the farm, but a year and a month old. Proudly does it raise its head and look the
world in the face, caUing to mankind to come and liberate its sister acres lying in idle waste and un-
productiveness, awaiting but the touch of that magic wand — the hand of man.

Til.' ■■|.ittlr-(

All-Head" Ciibbago

Packinij^ and Shii)i)in^ Notes and Epilogue

To the beginner this portion of the business is fraught with as much uncertainty as any other.
The method of packing varies materially with the locality.
We have been much interested in the subject this season and find that if a package is
good, and the principle based on common sense, backed by first-class products, the market
is glad to have it.

One day during the height of the tomato season we made a pilgrimage among the markets and
commission houses. We saw the same article packed in many differing ways, each with some feature,
which must have appealed to the packer. Lastly we went to a commission house where we had been
shipping the farm's surplus and asked them the method in which they would rather have us pack toma-
toes.

"Well, Mr. Fullerton, I'll tell you," said the young man in charge, "tomatoes usually come in
what we call Jersey crates. Here they are, rather heavy and hold about a bushel."

"Then you don't care for our package of six baskets to the crate," said the Senior Partner.

"Why, yes, we are doing well on those. Jersey crates are selling now for 50 cents and we are get-
ting $1.00 for yours right along. In fact, there is one buyer comes here and won't look at anything until
he knows whether you have a shipment in. Your goods are fine and wc know tliey're the same all
through. If I were you I'd keep on packing tomatoes your way."

"I guess we will," was the rejoinder.

One thing is certain, it pays to pack your fancy goods in a fancy style for the fancy trade, then
ship your seconds as such. Our tomatoes, as I have said before, were all sorted, w'hich left every day
from 3 to 8 bushels of seconds. These could have been disposed of easily in a local market for a reason-
able price, while "our fancies" were bringing just double the price of the usual shipment.

The same holds good of other products. Young carrots washed and bunched, with the tops left
on and packed, we think, either in crates or bushel baskets, will bring far and beyond the price fully
matured carrots with the tops cut off, then barreled. One package appeals to the fancy grocer, the
other to the wholesale dealer.

Some dealers wish a dozen bunches of carrots tied together, I imagine this is when they are shipped
by the barrel, for it is then easy to ship a barrel's contents without much handling. If, however, the
carrots are packed in bushel or half-bushel baskets this quantity is about what the retail dealer would
handle.

The commission merchants are in need of some education also. When they calmly call four distinct
varieties of endive "esgrove," it shows they are not on the "fancy" scrJe; they should seek the "fancy"
trade when they have a shipper who sends them "fancy" goods, particularly varieties of the favorites
of foreign climes.

It seems to us that a change is needed. The grower's products go now to a commission merchant,
are sold by him (between 12 and 3 a. m.) to the wholesale dealer, by him to the small grocer and lastly
to the consumer. This necessitates the following delays and handlings:

Our products, for instance, would leave the farm at 7 a. m. crisp, tender and fresh; that night at
midnight they would be sorted out to the wholesale dealer, the following morning he sells to the grocer
and by night the consumer has it. This condition is, of course, much worse where the produce is from
24 hours to a week in transit between grower and dealer.

The day is shortly to arrive when all restaurants, hotels, and clubs will deal directly with the farmer
giving to him the full value of his crops. This means to the producer a very large increase in his returns.

To the private consumer, the "Home Hamper" will bring to the door absolutely fresh vegetables
in season, unhandled. If you will stop to think one moment what "unhandled" means, you will be
astounded. "Unhandled by a dozen people, not having stood in hot stores, foul cellars, or along dusty
streets"; and it means the same to the famous steward as it does to the simple housekeeper.

The "Home Hamper" means a mail order business, and let me say here, let no man, or woman,
undertake market-gardening unless they distinctly understand it is a business; as much a business as a
department store or a manufactory. This hamper is delivered in New York or Brooklyn for $1.50;
exactly the same price in mid-season, much less when vegetables are scarce, than you would pay for
the articles at a fair green grocer's. To the housekeeper within the city limits the mail order gardener
opens to her door through which she can bring in fresh supplies for jellies, jams, preserves, canned
vegetables, and pickles, the exact quantity she desires fresh from the garden. To the gardener who adds
chickens to his other products, a market for eggs is at once opened, for these may form a portion of the
"Home Hamper" contents, and "dormant" food for city dwellers be reduced to a minimum.

Perishable products, such as lettuce, endive, spinach, and radishes, should be picked either in the
early morning or at nightfall. They should then be spread in the shade, thoroughly sprinkled and left
in the open all night. These products wilt instantly when gathered, and the usual method is to take a
barrel into the field cut the crop and pack it at once, the result being the produce wilts and heats tre-
mendously. Radishes when shipped to a hotel or club should be packed in crates, which have had
paraffin paper laid on each side and each end. They should not be bunched, which is a saving of much
time to both parties concerned, and every radish should be so perfect that the steward may take up a
handful and see that they may be served at once. Is he willing to pay a good price? Of course he is,
for it saves him one man's time and brings him much commendation. Lettuce well washed and crisp,
saves him further time; infact, the benefit he derives is well worth a fancy price no matter what the
vegetable .

Sweet corn, without a doubt, is the most difficult product to get to market in its best condition.
It heats very fast, while after a few hours the sugar is transformed into starch. If possible, pick it in
the early morning and ship at once; if not, pick the last thing at night, spread so the ears do not lie on
one another and leave it out in the night air, packing and shipping at once in the early morning.

The Senior Partner says, "A true corn eat is where you pick the corn after the water is boiling,""
but alas for city folks, they will never know a "true corn eat." I doubt not the "Home Hamper" this-
summer has given them the nearest to it they have ever known.

The farm has shipped this summer upward of 100 "Home Hampers," most of them to "history
makers" and "critics," which if sold, as many of them were, at the usual rate ($1.50) would have netted
a tidy sum — they have been forwarded through New York City to interior points and never failed to
arrive in prime condition and receive enconiums.

The personal equation here as elsewhere means much, therefore study up your packages, decide
what you will use and put them together during the winter, time is too precious in the summer season.

Gathering a crop when it has reached the best stage is a matter that entails much thought. The
coming idea is "not how large, but how good." Peas picked when young and sweet will sell as "petit
pois" at an advanced figure. Small beans bring "baby bean" figures, while small, crisp radishes are
the only ones worth shipping. Young beets are in demand, also young carrots, onions and turnips.
Gather your corn before the kernels have reached their largest size and do not wait for lettuce to become
as hard as a rock provided it is well blanched and headed.

It seems to me the mutual interests of market-gardener and consumer could be materially advanced
if the former would form a league and meet the National Stewards League of America. They would
find their interests identical and here, on equal terms, matters of vital interest could be brought up and
discussed.

The Market-Gardeners' Association could have at its head an agent whose business it would be to
keep in touch with the members of the association and the members of the league, so that a larger
harvest of one commodity could be disposed of where the league members most wanted it. The Suffolk
County Cauliflower Association has been established on these Imes for some years. Their agent keeps
in touch with the markets of both East and West, giving to the members the knowledge where to ship
to their best advantage and thus save a glut in the nearby market. Now the producer and consumer
of garden crops are as far-apart as the poles with the commission man between them. This may and no
doubt does sound mo.st tremendously hard on the commissioners; they still have their place in the
world however, for the big carload lots and imported commodities must always be looked after by them.
The market-gardeners' consignments are usually small and many commission houses do not care to
handle them at all. This has been our personal experience this summer, therefore the fact has been
forced upon us, that the small producer must find his market direct; easy in this case for the one wants
what the other has.

On the same date from the same house there may be a wide difference in the returns on the same
commodity packed in different ways. Again the return from one house may be much higher than from
another on the same goods packed the same way. For instance, from one house on the same day we
received the same price for a basket and for a crate of melons. The basket, of course held much less,,
but the quality of the two packages was the same. At one time and at one house turnips sold for f)7'

Ko. 2's "Wicksrni" I'liiin, n.^t yet Three Years 01.1. I. ,. .^ that Pleased the Palates of even the
Epicurean Oriole. Grapes of Superb (Quality and Big Yield

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cents per barrel; at another house, 7 cents per bunch, in crates; this seems to be good proof of the
advisability of fancy packing. Tomatoes loose in crates (even though carefully sorted) brought 50
cents per crate; in baskets in crates, as high as $1.75.

Watermelons and eggplants should be packed with a little straw that they may carry unblemished.
Lettuce wrapped in paraffin paper and a piece of paper laid over the head of cauliflower will raise them
at once to the ranks of aristocratic vegetables.

For the convenience of those who are uninitiated, 2}4 bushels make a barrel; spring radishes should
have 12 in a bunch, while the summer varieties require only (i. Beets and turnips should have fi, 8, or 10,
according to size; understand this is merely the custom of one locality, and package customs, like others,
have their good and bad points. Individuality, on a basis of common sense, will prove as good with
vegetables as it has with fruits and flowers, while new varieties and hybrids are being as eagerly sought
for by stewards as by landscape gardeners.

List of Plant Life

]''l<uiri,sliii;K Jit KxiJrriiKciital Staliiin X(i. 1 within a Year after t'lcarint;- ( '(■imiifuced

Vegetable.s

N'ame No. of varieties

Artichoke, Jerusalem... 1

Asparagus 1

Beans, string 8

Beans, Lima (i

Beets 3

Borage 1

Bnissels Sprouts 2

Cabbage 14

r'ardoon 1

{.'arrot 4

Cauliflower S

Celery 9

\anic Nil. of varieties

Celeriac- \

(hives 1

(!or!i, sweet 10

Cucumbers 5

Fgglilant 1

Kn<live 'A

llorscrailisli 1

Kale 2

Kohl-Kabi 1

Xaiiie

Onions

Parsnip;

Xo. of varieties
4

Peanuts 2

I'eas a

Peppers 4

Pe-tsai 1

Potatoes, white 10

Potatoes, sweet ''>

Lettuce 19 Pumpkin 2

Martvnia 1 IJadishes 8

OKra 2 i.Muiharl) 2

\'am<' Xo. of varieties

Sakurajima 3

.S;ilsif.v 1

Scorzonera 1

Sliallots 1

Spinach 3

S(|uash f)

SunHoxver 1

'{"(miatjjes IH

Turnips 4

I'do 2

Total ISO

Fruits and Bcirie

Name Xo. of varieties

Apple 10

Apricot 1

Blackberries 1

Cantaloupes ."

Cherries 4

Name No. of varieties

Currants 3

European phuiis (5

Gooseberries 2

(irai)es 3

.Japanese plums 3

Xame Xo. of varieties

X'eetarine 1

Peaches (>

Pears 10

Quinces 3

Raspberries 3

Name No. of varieties

Strawberries 1

Watermelon 2

'J-utal 64

oraye

Name No. of varieties

Alfalfa 1

Alsike 1

Beets, sugar 1

Canada field peas 1

Xo. of varieties
3

X'ame

Clover

Corn, field 2

Cow peas 1

Mangel Wurzel 2

Xame Xo. of varieties

Millet 2

Oats 1

Rye 1

Sorglmm 1

Xame No. ol varieties

Teosinte 1

Vetch 1

Total 19

Foliage and Flower Plants

Name No. of varieties

Adlumia 1

Asters 3

Bessera 1

Bulbous begonias 4

Calendula , 1

CaHadium 1

Cataljja . . . .• 1

Cobo'a 1

t'hiysanthemum 6

Crocus 3

Xame X'o. of varieties

Cypress vine 2

Dahlia 3

Oatfodils 3

Kulalia 3

Forget-me-not 1

Fuschia 4

(; era Ilium 4

(JIadiolus 6

Crass, lawn 3

ILdlvhock 4

Xo. of varietle:

Name

Iris

Lilac

Lilies

Xasturtium, dwarf. .
Xastuitium. climbini

O.xalis

Pansy

Perennial phlox

Privet

Roses

Xame No. of varieties

Salvia 1

Scarlet Rumier 1

Shrub, scented 1

Sweet Peas 6

Sweet William 1

Thunbergia 1

Violet 3

Wild Cucundicr 1

Total 117

Crand T(

;S0 v;u-icties

Long Island Cauliflower Uncqualcd Elsewhere

Summary

Giving data, also conclusions of Broad Gauge Men

THE history of Twentieth Century Pioneering has been, written from a record kept day unto day
in 2 diaries; this being supplemented by a very large number of photographs to graphically
portray the methods and happenings incident to the subjugation of acreage, frequently referred
to as "wild land," in the quickest time possible. Unquestionably many improvements will
suggest themselves to even the casual reader.

Three hundred and eighty varieties of plant growth were successfully developed or naturalized.
This great number was experimented with in order to prove conclusively to the world at large the fact
well known to real Long Islanders, that any plant growable in the Temperate Zone could be developed
far above the average in quality, and further, many little known or entirely unknown growths of marked
food value in their native countries would readily naturalize with the particularly favorable conditions
of Long Island climate and soil.

In no respects were the experiments with unusual plants a failure. The failures as enlarged upon
in the body of this book, were without exception with those species long ago proven particularly profitable
on the Island. And the failures upon Experimental Station No. 1 were duplicated not only on Long
Island, but throughout the East because of the practically unique atmospheric conditions prevalent
during the summer of 190G.

Commercial fertilizer was not used or experimented with because it was not needed in the virgin
soil, whose oiily lack was humus, or decaying vegetable matter. A particularly small quantity of manure
was used in order to show that a very small amount of capital could be made to yield more profit when
invested in agricultural pursuits upon the libeled Long Island territory still lying idle and without reason
called "pine barrens" and "scrub-oak waste," than from acres long tilled by "penny wise and pound
foolish" owners.

To plant and cultivate 13 acres, the majority of them intensively, but 3 men were employed. Again,
to show primarily that a small amount of capital would carry on the labor end of market-gardening, also
that 3 men with modern machinery could do what from 5 to S experienced hands would accomplish with
only the strongest of efforts without the aid of labor-saving devices. The use of mechanical drills and
hand cultivators proved time and time again, by measurement and by clock, that 1 man with a machine
whose first cost is from $7.00 to $10.00 and with a life lasting many years, equaled 10 men with a hoe.

!Many experiments in packing and marketing were tried, proving conclusively that individuality
in packing paid. That there was a great market for strictly choice, fresh, products of the earth and
further that the principle proven so successful by manufacturers and mercantile houses, must be pursued
to secure the largest returns by those who select to go to Mother Nature for a livelihood. The trend
of the times is summed up in the phrase "from producer to consumer direct." The consumer secures
not only absolutely fresh food, but vegetables and berries and fruits that have ripened, as the chemistry
of nature requires, upon the parent stalk at no increase in cost, but, in fact, at a marked reduction; while
the grower who has given time and labor, thought and capital, receives a return sufficient to prove that
agriculture is a business, assuring not only a comfortable livelihood but profits fully equal to those of
any manufacturing or mercantile pursuit. It is sincerely hoped that the following data will prove of
interest and value.

Total area of Long Island, 1,076,480 acres. The west end, comprising Kings, Queens, and Nassau
Counties, 337,363 acres. Suffolk County, the easterly two-thirds of the Island, covers 739, 117 acres. Of
this over 40,000 are without assessment. This non-producing territory consists mainly of beaches and
salt meadows, while 200,000 acres lie idle and with merely nominal assessment against them, much of
them covered with second and third growth timber consisting principally of oak, chestnut, and pine
which is not considered large enough for cord wood. Some of it through lack of forethought has been
burned over by the forest fires so prevalent generally in the spring. As a matter of fact the cord wood
on much of this idle acreage would pay, and more than pay, for the clearing and the first cost. Practically
all of it is absolutely virgin soil with every requisite for raising a high quality and big yield of flowers,
fruits, and vegetables.

Prices of uncleared land vary from .$25.00 to $150.00 per acre. Cleared land, some of it fenced and
with dwellings and farm buildings upon it, varies in price from $100.00 to $250.00 per acre. Much of
this land is extremely valuable having been kept up by the waste matter of live stock of many species.
Other acreage has been handled by progressive men who knew the value of cover crops and green manure.
Some, of course, has been handled with less intelligence but quickly responds to methods proven rational
and assuring yearly increase of fertility.

Every section of Long Island is readily accessible. The narrow island has 3 divisions of the Long
Island Railroad paralleling each other; 1 on the south shore, one through the central section and 1
along the north shore, making it practically impossible to locate 5 miles from the railroad facilities, and
much of the unsubdued woodland lies within 70 miles of New York City, the greatest market in the
world.

The Long Island Railroad Company was chartered in 1S34, construction completed to Hicksville
in 1837 and in 1844 the main line had reached the terminal at Greenport, which, with a connecting line of
steamers, opened up New England markets to the farmers at the east end of Suffolk County, which
rapidly developed that portion of the fertile island. Railroad statistics show that the Long Island

Railroad is the only railroad in the United States which has retained its original name and charter
unchanged. Long Island, settled in 1640 both from England and New England, the particularly
favorable climate backing up the fertile and tractable soil, soon brought settlers from neighboring
states as well as across the water. The east end built up speedily and settlements first trended west
along the thrifty tree-covered north shore. Huntington, mainly because of its good harbor, developed
strongly and furnished in the early days the small villages of New York and Brooklyn with bread from
its bakeries. Westbury. developed from Hempstead, was at this time supplying milk to these same
small villages and the extreme east end was supplying meat, which was driven on the hoof to be slaughtered
by the predecessors of the purveyors of animal food to the metropolis of to-day. As New York and
Brooklyn grew, the wealthier classes selected Long Lsland for their country homes. In Colonial days
the territory just east of Long Island City we,s covered by beautiful country places and we were enter-
taining celebrated foreigners, Lafayette among others. Driven eastward by natural development of
the great cities, the Westbury Hills attracted those longing for great estates and the dairymen exchanged
the milk pail for the coupon-cutting scissors. At Glen Cove, between Oyster Bay and Hempstead,
and at Amityville the rapid settlement by the wealthier classes continued and a,s transportation facilities
were increased, the home-seeker of more; modest means followed, until the territory up to the Suffolk
line was dotted thickly with growing villages, now for the greater part suburban wards. Suffolk was
an unknown country sparsely settled and devoted mainly to farming. The natural eastward trend,
however, which started in Colonial days, has not abated, the newcomers in Suffolk as a rule selecting
their home sites near the island's shores, leaving the interior still unsuVjdued.

Topographically the island's surface is most varied. Its north shore is composed of wooded hills
dropping abruptly to the waters of the sound, and sloping gradually to the ocean shore, leaving its
central section a gently undulating and very easily tilled territory. Its climate is remarkably temperate,
records showing the range between May and October to be, 5G in October and but 71.8 in July. The
waters surrounding the isla.nd tempering the heat in summer as well as the cold in winter. The records
show between 10 to 1") degrees in favor of Long Island Government report shows the average date of
killing frosts on Long Island to be October 20th, about one month later than in Brooklyn or New York.
The same report shows that in the year 1898 there were 312 sunshiny days, a recoid only claimed in
such semi-tropical states as California or Florida, such statistics explain in part why Long Island is the
most favored spot on the Atlantic coast. It is the only land lying directly across the prevailing south-
west winds of summer, which blowing from the ocean reach it unobstructed and uncontainina,ted. Its
soil is known to the geologist as Norfolk sandy loam, varying in depth from two and one-half to five
feet. Its underdrainage being ideal and far superior to that secured by ditching or tiles, composed
chiefly of glacial boulders and gravel, surplus moisture is carried off as it slowly percolates through the
soil above, which contains sufficient clay to hold the moisture and supply the needs of plant life. This
same drainage is given as the reason that of the ten healthiest spots in the world Long Island stands
third, the first and second being far up in the mountains of Europe.

In the agricultural statistics of New York State the island holds a high place; its area is given as
about one-twenty fifth of the entire state. In Suffolk County over one-half of this land is undeveloped.
The population statistics of the early days are interesting.

POPULATION

New York State

New York City

Long Island

For a century and a half, while New York State was largely agricultural, the island in population
and revenue was the mainstay of the Empire State, running up to one-half of the state's total.

Its crop yield led all other portions, not excepting the Mohawk and Gene-see valleys' famous farms.
The avera.ge yield per acre from old state records show:

Average yield per acre
Long Island All other sections

Corn 35 bushels 2S bushels

Wheat 19 bushels U bushels

Oats 2() bushels 17 bushels

Rye 17 bushels 1 1 bushels

Barley 28 bushels 10 bushels

Suffolk County's settlement is strangely sparse, there being roughly, one and three-fourths persons
per acre, averaging the island as a whole. An anomaly for a territory which is the logical residence
section of Greater New Yorkers and which for genera.tions has proven itself to be the natural source of
supply of milk and vegetables needed by the great cities whose requirements augment stupendously
each year. These two foods being of little value and even a menace to health, except when slriclli/ fresh.
must perforce be dra,wn from supply points close by. For even the most studious care and skillful
refrigeration fails to compensate for the extended time necessary to reach the consumer from far-off
regions. Milk cannot be kept in perfect statu quo nor can the change from vegetable sugar to starchy
products of no huma,n food value be checked, hence in the future the easterly half of Long Island will be
relied upon to furnish the freshest milk, vegetables, fruits, and flowers for the New York market.

The Long Island Railroad, continually anticipating the need of growers, is increasing its express
service and runs special trains to carry freight cars of vegetables on standard passenger train schedules
from growing localities to markets. In 1906 its special service placed vegetables in the hands of city
consumers inside of four hours after they were packed and shipped from a distance of nearly seventy
miles.

1693

169S

1703

1723

2,932

17,848

20,749

40,584

477

4,937

4,436

7,248

1,432

8,261

9,653

15,650

In 1905 the freight shipments of vegetables by rail alone amounted to: berries, 433 tons; cauli-
flower, 10,075 tons; pickles, 20,962 tons; potatoes, 53,724 tons; requiring 3,250 freight cars to transport
this large yield to market, where the growers secured for potatoes, cauliflower, asparagus, cabbage,
celery, etc., etc., prices ranging from lO^o to 40% above those offered for the same varieties raised
elsewhere.

The express service handled 3,500 tons of cauliflower, 375 tons of lima beans, 160 tons of Brussels
sprouts, 175 tons of peaches, 450 tons of tomatoes.

Herewith Long Island data of yield per acre compiled from carefully kept records extending over
a number of years:

POTATOES — Potatoes yield per acre 200 to 400 bushels; average price 75c. per bushel, varying
from 50c., when bulk of crop is marketed, to $1.50 and $2.00 for early and for potatoes kept into the
winter. The average gross return per acre is $225, cost of production $56.50, net profit $169 per acre.

CAULIFLOWER — Long Island alone can grow this delicacy in large quantities in the open air,
the natural precipitation making this possible. This crop requires care, but protected and blanched,
its floweret-formed head nets a profit per acre averaging over $200.

CABBAGE — Average 22 tons per acre. Price from $8 to $20 per ton. Easy to grow, gather,
and pack. One grower netted $935 from three acres.

CABBAGE SEED — One of Long Island's specialties, being the biggest producer, nets over $400
per acre.

CELERY — Long Island grown frequently commands a premium. Net profits vary widely from
$300 to $1,000 according to the care given the crop.

BRUSSELS SPROUTS— Cost to grow $30. Yield frequently over 3,000 quarts of miniature
cabbage-heads per acre, which sell at 10 to 30 cents per quart. Average net return $555 per acre.

ASPARAGUS — Yields for 30 years, but good business pohcy dictates renewal after 10 years'
cropping. Profitable crop after three years. Average yield per acre 2,500 bunches. Value 12^ to
25c. per bunch. Net yearly return for 10 years averaged over $550 per acre.

FRUITS — Long Island has developed many famous strains. The Newtown pippin was valued
so highly that in 1758 England exempted this pippin from the payment of duty.

PEARS have netted from $600 to $800 per acre.

QUINCES especially adapted to the island, $1,500 being secured by one grower from a single acre.

PEACHES do well, especially on the hills.

PLUMS — The Japanese varieties thrive marvelously, paying the third year a good margin.

SMALL FRUIT& — Gooseberries yield 200 to 400 bushels per acre, cost to raise and market 50c.
per bushel, bring $3 to $4 per bushel. Average net $900 per acre.

CURRANTS — Annual yield sure and extremely heavy, two to four pounds per bush, frequently
net $300 to $400 per acre.

BLACKBERRIES AND RASPBERRIES thrive well and return upward of $300 per acre.

STRAWBERRIES yield heavily, as high as $800 per acre having been secured.

CRANBERRIES — Long Island crops rank very high, yield over 200 crates per acre; value $2
and upward per crate.

GRAPES — At present grown mainly for home use. Thrive splendidly and would pay well.

SEEDS, PLANTS, AND BULBS — Floral growth has proven extremely successful on the island
and growers of specialties as well as a general line are exceptionally prosperous.

It is not always possible to see ourselves as others see us, but the case of the Long Island Railroad's
Experimental Station No. 1, at Wading River, proves the exception to the general rule as the following
extracts from letters wTitten by prominent men will attest:

Among the pleasant recollections that I carried away are the impressions of the possibilities that lay
dormant in this so-called "scrub oak waste" land. It was a revelation in several respects. I was greatly sur-
prised at the character and nature of the soil, especially the 3^/2 -foot loam section your cellar shows overlying
one of the most perfect beds of gravel as an underdrain that I have ever seen. What you have done in less than
a year en the so-called "waste lands" is convincing proof that all this section needs is intelligent management
and hard work to bring out the latent possibilities in vegetable and fruit growing. The character of the
products I saw on your place was most striking. I have never seen a better showing of alfalfa or a more pro-
fuse growth of corn than you have at the present time. Your alfalfa plot, particularly the one on which soil
from an old alfalfa field was used for inoculation, is a wonder.

The work you are doing will certainly have a far-reaching effect in practically demonstrating the possi-
bilities of vegetable and fruit growing in that section. Your method of clearing land by blowing out the
stumps with dynamite is unique and interesting. This method will be of great value to others.

Prof. W. G. Johnson,

August 15th, 1906. Editor, The American Agriculturist,

Orange, Judd Co.

.Ml were surprised at the wonders of your farm work and will talk about it for months to come. The
"Home Hamper" is an excellent method of packing and is a fine method of shipping the splendid vegetables
raised at E.xperiment Station Number 1. Charles E. Shepard,

August 16th, 1906. Editor, Brooklyn Daily Eagle.

You could not have secured a better truck and garden soil if you had excavated and made it to order.
The demonstration you made in growing such a variety of first quality garden crops in one short season on
wild soil and without chemical fertilizer I consider nothing short of marvelous.

I am especially gratified at the tine showing of alfalfa and forage crops. You have demonstrated not only
the possibility but the ease with which dairy herds may be maintained by the soiling system on soils always
considered too light and poor for such purposes. The problem of an adequate milk supply for New York City
becomes more acute each year and the opening of a vast territory of production within two hours' distance of
this great market, in a section hitherto considered impossible, should prove a magnificent opening for the
dairy interest. Col. F. E. Bonsteel,

August 15th, 190G. Editor, Farming; Doubleday, Page & Co.

You have delivered the goods. Long Island wood ashes and Yankee muscle and brains do work miracles.
July 22d, 1906. Walter S. Funnell,

Editor, Brooklyn Daily Times.

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Brussels Sprouts — Picking and Packing
A Crop Gathered When All Other Crops are Done

Squashes ai;(l cuciiiiibers arrived, melons were great. Vou are certainly producing the goods.

August 1st. 1906. Col. A. G. Peacock,

Editor, N. Y. Herald.

I expect to indulge in an old-fashioned country dinner «hen I get home. Vou are a bigger and a better
farmer than Horace Greeley ever was. John A. Sleicher,

August 2d. 1906. Editor, Leslie [Weekly.

President, Judge Co.

I was very much surprised to see what a fine lot of vegetables you have raised on what apparently was
unproductive soil. I think that the experiment made by the I.org Island Railroad was a very wise one. I have
enjoyed watching the progress and development of this undertaking and I feel sure that when the people know
how productive the soil is and how comparatively easy and economical the land can be cleared there will be
many who wish to acquire good farm holdings within easy access of the City of New York.

Brooklyn, August 13th, 1906. Judge Wm. J. Youngs.

The work of the Experimental Station is very interesting and edible.

September 17th, 1906. Lewis Wiley,

Adv. Mgr., New York Times.

The tomatoes were delicious. The first really good tomatoes I had this summer. The novelty of real
sugar corn was also delightful to the palate. The radishes were sound ar.d crisp, the beans fine, and the
potatoes about as perfect as any I have ever eaten.

There are many who would appreciate the opportunity to get really fresh vegetables. I think there is an
especially good opening in New York for real sugar corn and real lima beans. You have the advantage and can
command a higher price for the real thing, which is almost impossible to get in the market or even from the
fancy green grocer. Wm. Wirt Mills,

September loth, 1906. Editor, N. Y. Evening Mail.

The hamper containing the very attractive samples of your products was duly received. It is work in the
right direction and. systematically pursued, cannot fail to prove of lasting benefit, not only to the jiromotcrs,
but to the community at large. E. G. Sanborn,

August 9th, 1906. Editor, The IVortd.

The melons were fine, first-class, in fact, any term implying excellence may justly be applied to them.

September 18th. 1906. S. W. Cooper,

Editor, Brooklyn Daily Eagle.

It is needless to say that the contents of the baskets were used and enjoyed, which is not .surprising in
view of the fact that the entire contents of the baskets were the products of the finest land in the world. I
always have been a great believer in Long Island and felt that all it needed was a show.

August 6th, 1906. Wm. Holmes, Jr.,

Bus. Mgr., N. Y. Press.

If j'ou are going into the business of furnishing "Home Hampers" I will be able to get you some cus-
tomers. ' Wm. a. Deering,

August 1st, 1906. Adv. Jfgr., N. Y. Sun.

The "firstlings" of the crop came duly to hand and were highly appreciated. Will you kindly permit me
to thank you heartily for the token of your skill as a tiller of the soil and the proof it afforded of the avail-
ability of Long Island soil. F. Danna Reed,

June 12th, 1906. Editor, Brooklyn Daily Eagle.

I am exceedingly interested in the excellent report concerning the alfalfa experiments. I think the alfalfa
has made a most excellent showing. That the results speak well for the possibilities of alfalfa upon this type
of Long l>i!and soil when given careful treatment, which appears to be essential.

September 13th, 1906. J. W. Westgate,

Asst. Agrostologist, U. S. Dept. Agricultuie.

From the standpoint of development one of the most inijiortant features of the year's work is the prac-
tical demonstration made by the Long Islpiid IJailroad Comimny through neighbor Fulleiton and his able
assistants that the wild lands of Suffolk may be made to produce as good fruits, vegetables, and fodder as
any man need desire. The theory of "waste lands" on Long Island is knocked higher than a kite. The way
is opened for truck farms, fruit farms, daiiy farms, and everj- other kind of a farm in a region which has here-
tofore been left to the uses of the rabbit, the deer, and the wild birds.

— Uncle Jerry W'ockers, in The County Review.

The above are from representative men, and prove conclusively that the Long Island Railroad's
Experimental Station Number 1 produced, within 1 year of clearing, high-grade crops. The publicity
given this effort to put the so-called "waste lands" in a condition to take their proper place in the world's
work of yielding their full quota of revenue has been so successful, that development is now under way in
various sections, and anticipating the rapid development of the thousands of acres of unused land on
Long Island along agricultural lines, the Long Island Railroad Company has in hand plans for aiding
in the establishment of a produce market where trains from each division of the railroad can be run direct,
and thus furnish quick service and an adequate distributing point for the handling of products which
will be grown on Long Island soil.

Most clearly does the following editorial sum up the situation and show the motive underlying the
Long Island Railroad's demonstration of the Island's "waste lands" fertility.

Eden and Arcadia at Home

Commentators are not, even yet, all agreed upon the location of the Garden of Eden, nor is the local
habitation of classic Arcadia as clear as the associations which surround the name. Until quite recently,
though, no one, even the most learned or astute, entertained any serious suspicion that either of these inviting
or historic localities belonged to Long Island. Within the last few months, however, a movement has been in
good faith begun by long-headed, practical business men, few, if any, of whom can be suspected of idealism
or rainbow-chasing, which may end b5' the demonstration that the Island on which we live, and of which we
know so little, has in it jiossibilities which may yet make it the garden and beauty spot of the entire Atlantic
coast, not to say of the whole country. Three fjuarters of a million acres of as fair land as lies outdoors offers
inviting, almost unlimited, field for the experiment; the commercial environment is complete — that is to say,
the markets and the money rewards are at hand; and so the appeal which is both the beginning and end of
the most of the activities of mankind is direct and immediate. Reclamation of what have heretofore been
regarded by the lazy and indifferent as merely barren wastes is already inaugurated on broad lines, both for
immediate and remote development, with the greatest and most insatiable markets of the world at the very
door, ready to pay even the highest prices for everything which the soil can produce. Never, perhaps, has a
great industrial operation of unbounded possibilities and reaching into the far future been more advantageously
begun than this for the new era oi agricultural Long Island. ICverybody knows that the real estate boom which
has inflated values on the western end of the Island, almost to the bursting or breaking point, must sooner or

Japanese Udo, a Winter Luxury. Pe-tsai, the Delicate Chinese Cabbage
Witloof Chicory, or Barbe de Capucin, a Belgian Salad

later meet the inevitable, but for the work which is now, for the first time, being seriously undertaken no such
condition attaches, no such future impends. Intensive farming is the order of the day everywhere. The
cream of the Western prairies has been skimmed, with the demonstration that ten acres, or even five, are
enough; the trolley and the telephone have put an end to rural isolation; the cliff dwellers of the skyscrapers
of the great cities are finding more and more every year the disadvantages of their environment, and the
tendency to return to mother earth, to live close to nature, grows stronger.

Apart, moreover, from the immediate and local interest in the undertaking which is to transform the
greater part of the Island, to change what the uninformed and the indifferent have regarded as deserts and
barrens to blooming and fertile fields, the movement deserves attention, both irom its economic and political
aspects. The difficulties of real republican government in these congested human centers, the problems of
administration, sanitation, education, and all that goes to make up life are the most serious, the most per-
plexing with which the civic administration of the present day concerns itself; and no solution has yet been
found to compare, in any degree, with that of distribution of the people in homes- of their own, supported by
their own labor upon the land. If the Long Island experiment does nothing else than to spread out among
the rolling, picturesque hills and dales of the north shore, the broad, inviting plains of the central Island, or
the breezy expanses of the southern coast, even a fraction of the people who may, in these surroundings, find
prosperous and happy homes, it will abundantly justify itself. The public learns only by object lessons, and
one like that which Long Island offers the opportunity and the reward will not long go unheeded, certainly in
the entire Atlantic coast chain of towns and cities.

Another factor which should not bo overlooked in the movement is the close and direct cooperation of
capital. Indeed, the corporation which furnishes transportation to the Island is really the genius of the whole
undertaking, working out the practical details, gathering information, and prosecuting experiments at its own
cost, handling its trains and even extending its lines, all for the benefit and advantage of those who cooperate
with it and who primarily receive the benefit of the development. It has been sometimes said that it would
have been a good thing for the Pennsylvania if it had bought the Island when it bought the road. It may
turn out to be better than that if it develops the Island and so gives to the owners of its lands, both small
and great, share and share alike, the unearned increment, the inevitable advance in value which must come
from the change in the condition, the use and the product of the lands. In other words, while Congress, com-
missioners, and courts legislate and wrangle over railroad rates, the corporation most directly concerned sets
an example by lending its capital, its services, and its enthusiasm in promoting a project which must give to
its beneficiaries far greater and more permanent advantage than it possibly can to the railroad itself. Mr. Hill,
perhaps the ablest railroad administrator living, worked this all out long ago, in his Northwestern development.
The Long Island adopts the same principle, with methods modified to suit the conditions, and it is only reason-
able to anticipate that what has been done on a large scale and upon thousands of square miles of prairie may
be repeated, even more profitably, at our own doors and upon the plains of Long Island.

The incident illustrates, again, the old maxim that "the Lord helps those who help themselves," and that
those who are looking for the chance to do something usually are able to find work close at hand. Perhaps,
also, there is a side light on the much discussed municipal ownership idea. If any one believes that the agri-
cultural development of Long Island could be accomplished in any other way than that by which it has been
undertaken, the experiments of municipal bridge operations, of tunnel constioiction, of street opening, and of
public buildings, go very far toward demonstrating a negative. The corporation and the public are abundantly
able to meet each other half way, at least, in their own interests, and any one who will take the trouble to
study the methods and the policy recognized between the railroad and the people of the Island will see an
excellent illustration of the practical, common sense way of doing things. Taken in its large sense, the experi-
ment of Long Island, though now in the day ol small things, in its verj' beginning, is one of which a great
deal more will be heard whicli will warrant the careful study and attention of those ,who undertake to read
from events and from social and industrial changes their laws and lessons, as well as of those who are merely
looking for a good thing, for a chance to get rich, not quick, but certainly.

— Editorial, Brooklyn Standard Union,

This broad gauge article written by Mr. Herbert L. Bridgman, editor, explorer, and philanthropist,
is assuredly a fitting finis.

Off for the Morning Train

The Homestead at No. 2 in 1909

Aftermath

IT is now 3 years since "The Lure of the Land" was written and we are nearing the close of the fourth
year of Experimental Station No. L
These 4 years have been overflowing with varied successes. The land becomes more tractable

"each year, the small fine roots disappearing and forming humus, which, of course, _makes culti-
vation easier, and the planted rows much straighter.

Peace and Plenty's second summer saw it planted to as many crops as the first year, each plot of
land was, of course, planted to a different kind of vegetable; that is crop rotation and the only sensible
course to pursue. Each type of plant growth takes from the soil a predominance of one kind of plant
food, another type of plant the following year takes of another elemant, giving the soil a change — which
means to all of us — rest.

The balance of the dairy plot had been blown free of stumps, and this new land was planted to
corn, alfalfa, and potatoes. The alfalfa experiments were with various kinds of seed, no laboratory
inoculation as we had proven soil inoculation the only rational method. There was seed from Mon-
tana, Canada. Dakota, Colorado, New Mexico, and from Provence, France, and the Montana grown
proved to be the best of all. The other fields were so poor they were plowed under and used for growing
vegetables the following year, and the crops proved in a most marked way the value of this plant as a
"green manure."

The orchard made brave growth and was sown to crimson clover early in the fall as it had been each
year; that is the only fertilizer the trees have had except a small quantity of wood ashes around the
trunk to head off borers and other pests.

The third summer saw the fields in still better condition with one or two exceptions. The onion
yields had been so fine it was deemed wise to plant 2 acres to them and the fifth and sixth acres on
the left hand side of the middle road (if you can picture them in your mind) were laid aside for this crop.

The Senior Partner said to Mike (who, by the way, is still foreman and whose family now numbers
eight, "Peace" and "Nettie" having made their appearance on this planet of ours), "I want to try
some experiments here with onions. First disc harrow that land just as soon as you can go on to it. One
half acre has crimson clover on it and the rest was not winter covered; cut that clover all under and don't
put any manure or anything else on it. On this part put 400 pounds wood ashes, and on this part 1,000
pounds of the special onion fertilizer you are so crazy to try."

"All right, Mr. Fuller', I do him, you see. I think fertilizer he be best, onion he big feeder."

"I know he is a big feeder, Mike, but I am willing to bet dollars to doughnuts that we get the best
yield from the crimson clover."

Mike "did him," "good and plenty." He trebled the dose of wood ashes, so that most of the crop
were burnt up as fast as it germinated; as for the commercial fertilizer, the onions withered and died with
the first dry spell. There was chemical food in the ground but nothing to hold the moisture to make
it available. The crimson clover patch yielded a good crop of fine onions.

Whether Mike went "dopy" or the proposition was too big for him the third summer, it is hard to
tell; in any event the farm had the most glorious crop of weeds along the fences and in some of the crops
that anyone could wish not to see. I am inclined to think the burden was too great for an untrained man,
and the Senior Partner was kept closely in the office in Huntington nearly all summer and could not be
with IMike as much as we desired. This unexpected office has been a curious development of farm work.
"The Lure of the Land" brought us so many letters that it was necessary to add to the office force. In
August, 1907, Mr. Peters asked if we could get out a little leaflet every other week or so, giving the work
at the Experimental Stations, so that people who had become interested in "The Lure of the Land"
could follow the farms in their growth. The Senior Partner "lowed" that he could and in 3 days sent
the first copy of "The Long Island Agronomist" on its life's mission. Every 2 weeks since then the
little leaflet has gone gratis to anyone who wants it. It is now in the beginning of its third year and goes
to every State and Territory in the Union and every country in the globe, numbering over 7,500 copies
each issue. More office work to keep the Senior Partner away from the farms! And as a precious little
son had come to keep me busy, I was of little or no use as a farmer.

In August, Mike was told he would have to do better another year or we would have to put in a new
foreman. He has done phenomenally better and this year we and he are proud to have anyone see the
farm at any time.

This year there have been magnificient crops of corn, potatoes, cucumbers, cauliflower, pumpkin,
beets, beans, carrots, rhubarb, onions, Brussels sprouts, finochio, squash, spinach, lettuce, all kinds of
melons, tomatoes, okra, kale, martynia, eggplant, Swiss chard, cabbage, and alfalfa. A new acre of
alfalfa was planted in June after we had purchased seed from every seedsman we could find who handled
it, and had them all tested for purity and germination by the State and National Departments of Agri-
culture. There were but 2 fit to plant, the rest containing enormous quantities of dangerous weed
seeds.

Knowing that we purchased weed seeds with the alfalfa, we decided to sow the seed in drills 12
inches apart. Also knowing that one cannot spend too much time in the preparation of the soil for a
crop which will last so many years, the field was first disc harrowed 4 times each way, then spring tooth
harrowed, then leveled, then rolled — the latter to compact the soil so that there would be no air spaces
about the roots.

As we are still going light on "Pennsy millions" and did not have a grain drill, we opened a furrow
with the Planet Jr. Mike's eldest son followed, sowing soil from the old alfalfa field right in the furrow
and the Planet Jr. drill coming behind dropped the seed in the inoculated soil and covered it over. This
is the finest field we have ever seen; it has been cultivated with the Planet Jr. twice and the weeds have
been pulled out 3 times. This is a simple matter for it means walking up and down the rows, pulling
out an occasional weed. The field has been cut twice, yielding 1,500 pounds first cutting and 2,300
pounds the second.

Another acre, where early potatoes were harvested, was sown in the same manner in early September;
it is doing just as well, but our experience has been that late sowings do not get sufficient root hold to
withstand the heave and thaw of winter.

Over in the dairy plot where the Virginia horse tooth corn grew the first year, a big crop of lima
beans was gathered last year. With the last cultivation crimson clover was sown, as is the custom with
every crop wherever practicable each year. This spring the fine tall stand of clover was disked under,
and no other fertiUzer whatever was used. Cabbage and Brussels sprouts were planted there and it is
the finest field of cabbage it has ever been my pleasure to behold. The total cost of fertilizing this crop
for one year was $1.20. Every cabbage and every sprout plant is perfect, the field running way over
normal in point of evenness of yield.

It has been our custom to plant anything which we have been told will not grow in this latitude.
Among those tried this year were Gibralter onions, more commonly known as Bermuda or Prizetaker
onions. In order that the experiment might be complete, the Senior Partner said to Mike last winter:

"In early March sow some of this seed in the cold frame, and set the young plants out as soon as
you can, then sow the rest of the seed in the open, the same as the other onions."

"All right, Mr. Fuller'. I see you think it not hot enough here for these onions. I sow them in
hot bed — he be all right."

Orders were followed and both sowings of seed have matured their crops, but the field sown seed are
slightly larger than those transplanted from the cold frame. The latter matured earlier, while the field
sown grew larger after the usual sununer's dry spell and matured in late September. These yielded at
the rate of 1,035 bushels to the acre. They measure 28 to the bushel and average 2 pounds each, some
weighing as heavy as 214" pounds, running from 16>^ to 19J^ inches in circumference and averaging 4
inches in thickness. Needless to say they will be planted in quantity at both stations next year, in 1910.
Our friend. Professor Watts of Pennsylvania State College, says he purchased 2 onions about this size
for 35 cents.

The Japanese Udo has exceeded all our expectations; the summer growth is 10 feet and the winter
shoots are large, strong, and deliciously tender and inviting. Pe-tsai, the Chinese cabbage, this year
headed marvelously and is a most attractive delicate head of greens either cooked or raw. Among the
newcomers on the farm this year is the South African pipe gourd or "Calabash." The gourds grow with
great ease to perfection and the following incident occurred just before fair time this year.

"Eliot" (who is one of the efficient, enthusiastic, willing, faithful, office force) "go into a big pipe
dealer's in New York and ask them to fit a mouth-piece and band to this pipe. Bert (another member of
said office force, who, by the way, never know whether they an; offic'c men or farmers from day to day,
work carrying them so much from one to the other) cut the end off with a hack saw last night, and scooped
the inside out. I want to show it mounted at the fair beside a gourd as it comes from the field."

That night Eliot came back with this tale.

"I took it to the store on Broadway you spoke of and the clerk looked at me kind of queerly and
asked where I got it. I told him we raised it on Long Island and he said I was crazy, they were all

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imported from South Africa and were dreadfully expensive. I told him that might be, but I saw this
one growing in the fields. He asked me to wait until the manager came in, which 1 did, and he was
equally skeptical about my story, but finally believed me when I told him about the work of the Ex-
perimental Stations. He wanted to know how many we had and if we could supply him with any more.
I told him we had a few and I thought you would grow more next year. He is going to v\Tite to you about
them and would not take any p.ay for mounting this one."

"Ail right," said we, "a new industry for Long Island and another point scored for the Experimental
Stations and waste land."

"Sugar pumjjkins" and "crazy squash" from Italy are both new and extremely good. Finochio,
the Italian salad plant, grows to perfection and matures a fine crop of seed. These seeds are used much
in the culinary delicacies of the Italians, while the leaf and stalk are used as flavoring for soups and salads.

A new sugar corn, Burpee's "Catawba," seems to outclass Golden Bantam for tenderness and
sweetness. In field corn Pedrick's "Perfected" seems to lead all others in quality and evenness of yield.

The orchard gave samples of fruit the third year, all samples were of the very highest quality both
as to flavor and color. The fourth year a l.ate frost caught many blossoms, but what fruit there was,
was marvelous for size and color. 1 have never seen such color on peaches and pears; Barlletts, as
large and handsome as anything Oregon or California can produce, \\ith a flavor that these places can-
not put into fruit no matter what the growers do. The quinces are excellent. Apricots and nectarines
both set fruit and nearly matured them, then for some unexplained reason they shriveled and fell. I
hope we can solve this mystery. The trees are all low headed and are kept well .sprayed. There is not
not a sign of San Jose scale, the principal fight is with borer. An emulsion of Carbolineum, soap, and
water recommended by Dr. Thorne of the Ohio Experiment Station, was used this year with great suc-
cess. It was sprayed on the tree trunks only and the bark is now in excellent shape and the borers much
less numerous.

The "Home Hamper" came to stay; the demand grow-s each year and now both farms are kept
busy packing and shipping to fill the orders. There has been no advertising of them outside of a notice
in one issue of the "Agronomist." Each hamper is its own best advertisement; each new customer is
pretty sure to bring 2 more.

Last winter we had an interesting incident. A New York M. D. had been receiving a weekly
hamper (and from the orders which came through her recommendation we began to think she was
prescribing vegetables from "Farm to Family Fresh" instead of medicine). About January 1st we told
her that shipments would have to cease as the crops were now reduced to a few winter roots. She
replied in a piteous letter begging us to continue, "even if you have nothing to send but potatoes and
cabbage. I cannot buy such delicious vegetables in the city." She has now had a weekly hamper for
a year and a half if not longer, without interruption.

Her winter hampers have contained liberal portions of Witloof Chicory or "Barbe de Capucin,"
lettuce, radishes, and young onions. Her continued demand inspired us to renewed efforts with cold
frames, and the Double Sunlight Glass Sash made it possible for us to supply her, without any cost for
heating apparatus. These sash are one of the greatest inventions of the age. They are built in the
usual manner with the exception of 2 thicknesses of glass which are separated, forming a dead air space
which holds the temperature even, and holds in the hot bed or cold frame the heat stored up on every
bright day.

The surplus produce is still sent to commission merchants, but always to hotels, restaurants, and
clubs first. We pack only fancy goods in a fancy style and it is still bringing the same good prices.

The horses, Texas and Buckeye are as sound as a dollar. In winter they are fed on alfalfa and
in the spring they come out fat, sleek, and glossy and the farm has been offered $350.00 for Texas, the
sorefooted roman nosed buck-skin.

The farm help has been about the same. In the winter Mike and his two boys take care of things.
As hot beds increase, so we can ship hampers all winter, Mike w^ill have to have one man to help him.
In the spring two Italians come to work all summer, and August 1st two more go on to help keep weeds
from seeding, and sowing the farm to ruination; and harvest the crops. September is given over to
fairs and all hands work night and day with that extra work diu-ing the harvesting time.

The third summer a young Rutger's college student worked on the farm in order to gain practical
experience. As fall drew near the Senior Partner said:

"Well, Jim, have you gotten what you desired here? I am sorry I could not be with you more, but
this confounded office work keeps me tied up."

"Indeed I have, Mr. Fullerton," was the reply; "this summer has meant more to me than a whole
term in college."

This year a high school student gained practical experience before he and.his sister and mother went
to farming for their livelihood.

It is one of our dreams to be able to take all the young men who ask to come to us (and their number
is great indeed) and give them practical experience in the fields. Many a lad makes or breaks in his
first year in the open; and wise counsel, good common sense, and such comradeship as the Senior Partner
can give are worth much. Perhaps our dream will be realized at Experimental Station \o. 2.

Let us go over to Medford now, leaving "Peace and Plenty" true to name, more beautiful than ever
before, with the grove about the house plot growing so thick some trees will have to be thinned out, the
vines and bushes at home and luxuriant; with a sense of settled peace and comfort pervading the place.

In part IV, I spoke of Experimental Station No. 2. This was established because the wiseacres said:

"Oh, it is all right Fullerton, you can do this kind of work and make things grow in this good soil
of the North Shore, but you cannot do it in the sands of the center section. That is burned over pine
and there isn't 2 inches of soil."

Therefore the worst 10 acres on the main line were picked out and they lie at Medford, 52 miles
east of New "N'ork City. In order to obtain 10 acres it was necessary to buy 80, but only 10 were cleared
and developed as a market garden.

Honiestead and Water Tank at No. 2

No. 2's Intercropping the First Year

The portable house used at the fairs was placed on the homestead plot, a well driven (and water
was reached at 68 feet, going to 74 feet to get well into the vein), a tower built, another Secor engine
installed and barn erected. Ted's friend, George Barrett, with his wife and two small boys were placed
in the portable, and the work of planting began.

In digging a pit in the bunk house to store the dynamite while clearing, we discovered to our sur-
prise and joy that the soil was four feet deep instead of two inches. It is a lighter (more sandy) quality
than No. 1, but sufficient clay to form an ideal early market garden soil, and it is fully two weeks earlier.
The drainage below is just as perfect as at No. 1, so we had no thought but that "Prosperity Farm"
would equal "Peace and Plenty."

We were sure this locality was an ideal fruit and berrv' territory, therefore we planted an acre of
orchard trees, almost a duplicate of No. I's, with the exception of a predominance of peaches where
No. I's orchard has a predominance of Japanese plums. One-half acre was planted to currants (Fay's
Prolific, Cherry, and White) American gooseberries (Champion and Industry) and English gooseberries
(Crown Bob and Whitesmith). One-quarter acre was planted to red, black, and yellow raspberries,
and the following spring strawberries were set in the orchard row^s. These plots were all experimental,
for fruit bushes are expensive compared with seed and we must prove to other's satisfaction that our
idea of a berr\' farm was correct.

Ted and Walter joined the Barretts and made the farm force of No. 2. Exactly the same procedure
was followed as at No. 1. Ten tons of manure to the acre, wood ashes, and some lime were the only
fertilizers used. Rye was sown and turned under the next spring, and the farm took its place in the
world in exactly the same splendid manner as did "Peace and Plenty."

In the spring one-half acre was planted to alfalfa. It was inoculated with soil from No. I's best
field, and surprising to say it surpassed the mother field by a good deal.

In order to secure a revenue from the land the currants, gooseberries, and raspberries were occupy-
ing, vegetables were grown between the rows of berry bushes. The same crops were raised as at No. 1,
and the story of their success is best told by the fact that they tied with No. 1 in prize winning at the
County fair. The following year No. 2 won more prizes than No. 1.

Currants and gooseberries gave samples the first season, great luscious berries of very firm qual'ty,
and our theory that this was pre-eminently a fruit country was proven correct.

Therefore, the following fall (1907), an acre was planted with red, yellow, and black raspberries,
red, white, and a few black currants. A half acre was planted with English goose-berries as we had
succeeded in raising these berries to perfection, controlling the blight fairly well. We felt sure that
earlier and more frequent sprayings with bordeaux mixture would give us perfect fruit.

In the spring of 1908 our first plantings of berry bushes gave a fine yield, the currants were ex-
ceptionally large and fine flavored and met with an instant demand. The raspberries and American
gooseberries did likewise.

The rest of the land was planted to regular market garden crops, with about one acre in potatoes,
one-half acre in teosinte (which gave the horses green fodder all summer) and one-half acre in field corn.
Two express horses, "Pennsylvania" and "Old Dominion" or "Pennsy" and "Dom" for short, were
purchased for $75 each when the farm work started. They were fine big bays, but scratches on Pennsy
and a bad fore knee on Dom made them not as fine a pair as Texas and Buckeye. Good care and
watchfulness have kept them in perfect condition and they are a good team.

In December, 1908, it had been decreed, that, as the 10-acre market garden had been such a success,
it was wise to clear the rest of the 80-acre tract and take up farm work proper.

Ted had gone to an advanced position at another farm, and Walter had gone to the city to learn
his father's trade (silversmithing), and Alfred, another Englishman, had become George's helper; he
was later replaced by Henry Knight, an American.

Late in December we had two men come to us asking for work at the Experimental Station. The
first to apply was an Alsatian barber, he wanted to get out of the confining work in the city, and he
certainly looked as though he would not be able to stand much more. He had a wife and twins five
years old. We told him the only work that season was clearing land, for we had started to cut the stand-
ing trees and brush on the balance of the tract.

"If you wish to go out and try it. Trappier, and see if you want to stay, all right. If you do we
will put up a portable house just like the one already there and you can bring out the wife and children."
"All right. Mr. Fullerton, I will go out on January 1st."

He did go and in three weeks said he would bring the family and stay permanently. Consequently
a five-room portable was purchased and erected to the east of the barn among a few living oaks and
pines.

The second man was a Belgian, Dominique Boquet, who said he wished to learn American methods
before he and his brothers purcha.sed a farm.

He was also told that clearing land, the hardest kind of work, was all that presented at that season.
He took the place, however, and worked lika a trojan.

As .spring advanced we noticed George Barrett was not keeping up his customary good work, but
as Mike had also let down some we thought George would brace up again, especially as we had decided
to live on the farm ourselves this summer (1909).

The farm had never had us, except an occa.sional day's visit of a few hours duration. It had been
conducted by voluminous written instructions and long distance telephone; we concluded, however,
that this year the office would have to be run in that manner and the farm receive our personal attention.
A five-room and two-room portable were purchased; the larger placed behind the tower and the smaller
to the north and at right angles to it. This we called the "Elbow," one room was for our good Nettie,
w^ho again took up farm life with us, and the other room, ostensibly for guests, was occupied all summer
by a high school lad who was undecided whether to take the agricultural course at college or not, and
one of the office force.

But my pen runs too fast! George has been given the farm plan in the late winter; we always

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make a farm plan, each plot laid out to certain crops so there C3n be no excuse for mistakes. Three
days of careful verbal explanations accompanied this plan and the foreman was given the "reasons
why" for every detail.

There was to be no intercroppina; this year as the berries needed all the land allotted to them, three
rows of strawberries could, however, be planted in the orchard rows without injury to anything. The
southeast acre was to be put into .strawberries, testing more varieties, and the southwest acre in potatoes
to be followed by alfalfa, consequently was to be dressed with lime very thoroughly worked into the
soil. The rest of the acreage was laid out to market garden crops.

In May we had a request to tf,ke on our force a young Norwegian just landed, 16 years old. We
took him as we hoped to get considerable accomplished in the new land. We had concluded to try
clearing by stump puller, such a how! had gone-up about the dynamite method. We succeeded in
getting yi acre cleared free of stumps; this was cut up with a bog rotary harrow, disked, and harrowed
and planted wilhoul any (erlilizalion whatever, with various varieties of cow peas, soy beans and velvet
beans.

Holes were dug in about one and one-half acres of the land that was cleared but not stumped, a
little manure placed in the holes and melons, cantaloupes, squash, pumpkins, and cucumbers planted.
We wanted to prove whether these crops would net a return on partially cleared land. I can say right
here they did not. It took much longer to spray, the brush (which seems to spring up over night)
had to be cut abcut them, for the air drainage was not good. The plot was handicapped by two
reasons: George, who was now foreman, had not seen that the earth in each hole had been thoroughly
tramped so the roots would have a firm hold, and the nights of this season were too cold for the good
development of these crops. A small crop was gathered, but not sufficient to pay.

In June our hou.se was erected, the soil from the celler (three to four feet under the surface) spread,
some manure forked into it and on .June 21th grass seed was sown. On one plot to the east of the house
velvet beans were planted on this cellar soil, just to see if it was "pizen."

The grass was up in a few days, and the la-wn mower going the last of July. Now the lawn cannot
be surpassed for thickness and richness of color. The velvet beans have run riot over the whole plot,
the pods are formed but will not mature as they were sown so late. The nodules on the roots are great
wads, each one a storehouse of our valued nitrogen. The cow peas and soy beans have grown tremen-
dously and furnished the richest kind of humus on which to grow next year's crops.

And the "pizen"' theory of deep soil is once more exploded.

Mrs. Barrett was to be cook for our family, Mrs. Trappier taking Henry, Dominique, and Anon
Gunderson (the Norse lad) to board. The Barretts had two more wee ones addeil to their family, "Pros-
per" and "Edith" so there were with our own little ones, and the twins, nine children on the farm.

July 1st, the hottest of hot days, saw us move over. The painters had just finished the house,
everything was at sixes and sevens, the baby resented the change, and life to me, after the labor of
leaving our home in "apple pie" order for summer occupants, was hardly worth living. A night's sleep
in the dear little cottage where all the sweet night air blew in about us made the morning brighter.

A survey of the farm sent us indoors with long-drawn, thoughtful, faces and the following con-
ference between the Senior and Junior partners took place:

"By gracious, I don't see what has come over George! This farm has always been the pink of
perfection. We told him 'no intercropping' this year and look at those berries! Potatoes in the rasp-
berries, beets, carrots, and turnips in the currants, potatoes between the English gooseberry rows and
cabbage and peppers between the berry plants. Five rows of strawberries where we told him three,
and peas and sweet potatoes between the strawberries! Ye Gods we had better plow the whole farm
up and start over. This is a corker and I ought to be discharged!"

"Steady there! This is a corker, but let's try to find the reason. There are many. First he
has three men under him and he doesn't know how to direct the work and oversee it himself, he goes
ahead and does a staving day's work and never sees what the other men are at. Next, the baby is little
and maybe his wife has up.set him some, she has a frightful temper. Next Dominique and Trappier
who are Socialists and Anarchists have probably beeji telling him how to do things."

"You're right, there are many reasons; my main duty this summer is to teach George how to
be a foreman."

Just one week and it was evident Mrs. Barrett would never do as a cook, though heretofore she had
always served us good meals when we went to the farm. The children were dirty and absolutely lawless,
there was quarreling between them and the Trappier twins and things were anything but pleasant.

The drought had enabled a brush fire, started and forgotten in the center of the island to the west
of us, tn spread and become a ravaging forest blaze, high winds swept it galloping over the country,
threatening everything in its way. On July 4th all hands went out and fought it along the west fire
line which had been planted to corn (.sweet corn, of all things), but never cultivated, and at this time
of all others, the pump rods in the well had parted leaving us unable to get water, and the irrigation
had nearly d.'-ained the tank.

That night our Aledford neighbors responded well to our invitation to view the fireworks. They
were gorgeous with a forest fire as a background.

The night of the 5th a very bright blaze started up at the north of the 80-acre strip — which by the
way is only r> acres wide. All hands started out to fight it; in an hour we women folk knew how hot
and tired they must be, so in our innocent hearts Nettie and I started out with a pail of water and a
lantern across the scrub land. We walked it seemed for eternity, hallooing as we went. Finally we
got a response and met them returning having protected the north bound by back firing. The fire went
east and toward morning apparently died out.

On the (jth the Senior Partner went to the Connecticut Agricultural College at Storrs to address
the summer class, and I to Huntington to pass on the final proof of the "Agronomist." I had hardly
settled to work when Nettie's voice came over the 'phone saying:

"The forest fires have come up again and are coming along the east line, the men are trying to

back fire and are playing the hose on the barn and Trappier cottage. The smoke is so bad may I take
the children across the track to one of the vacant houses?"

"Yes, indeed, take some food and milk for the baby and I will be there just as quick as I possibly
can. I will go by the way of Port Jefferson and drive over."

"Don't worry, everj'thing is all right only the smoke is choking us all."

I returned about 3:30 and everything had settled down again, the fire had been close because the
high wind drove it into the high trees and the burning leaves and pine needles blew great distances.
The greatest fight was to save our next-door neighbors who are almost surrounded by woods.

Dominique Boquet was becoming restive, he w?s explaining to us continually that everything
was done wTong, that the Belgian methods were much the best and intensive, super-intensive methods
were the only ones to follow. Here lay one possible reason for George's disobedience to planting orders.
Finally, one day in late July, he said:

"Mr. Fullerton I did not know I was expected to do hard work; I thought I was to go around the
farm once a day and report what was growing."

"Well, Dominique, I guess Mrs. Fullerton and I can take care of that. What did you think when
you came out here to clear land?"

"Well, anyhow this farm is all wrong and I think I should correct the errors." (He spoke good
English).

"You're right this farm is all wrong, it is one of the worst farms I have ever seen, and I am rather
of the opinion you are partly responsible for it.

"Well, I can't stay and work like this any longer."

"All right, the team is going down to the 3:30 train and you can go along."

"All right, sir," and he promptly packed his belongings, filled every box and sack he could find
with greens from his own little garden patch and departed in peace. We have heard from him in many
parts of the country since. I guess he is a rover by instinct.

Mrs. Barrett had become hysterical and was childishly uncontrollable; she went from bad to wors3
and we concluded she had all she could manage to take care of her four small children.

Mis. Trappier took us in until we could get someone else, and establish our dining-room in Henry's
house, which was the cottage used at the fairs in 190S.

In a week's time the back porch had been enclosed for a kitchen and Walter Jayne (who had been
helping the painter and who was out of work) and his young German wife came to us and were installed
in this cottage. This necessitated Henry and Anon moving into the tower (which was to have been an
office) and a general "all hands change."

George was not improving, in fact was growing worse. Berry pickers — youngsters from Medford
— were keeping us busy to superintend, and as each basket (pints for raspberries and quarts for goose-
berries and currants) were lined with paraffin paper, it was one person's task to fix the baskets. There
were .«igns of mutiny from George, which were encouraged if not absolutely inspired by his wife, so they
were dismis.sed on August 1st. It has been hard for us to realize that a young fellow who advanced
so rapidly in his place, who had the chance to become foreman of the 80-acre farm, who could have
risen to any height he chose in his profession, could become so utterly ruined by a little prosperity.
The few conversations that Dick, the eldest child, had with the Senior Partner showed us that a mis-
taken idea of prosperity had upset them some time before.

"]\Ir. Fullerton," in his childish English drawl, "when are you going home?"

"Why, Dick? I guess I won't go home at all."

"'Cause we want to go out in our yacht, same as we did last summer."

Yachting at Patchogue, four miles to the south, was responsible for part of the farm ruin.

"Mr. Fullerton, we are going to have bicycles, me and 'Francy' and 'Prosper.' They's going to
be nicer than Hope's. And we's going to have a nice automobile, not an old one like yours. And we's
going to have three horses nicer than Dom and Pennsy."

Such were the ideas being instilled into the minds of these poor children, whose mother neither
fed, clothed nor cleaned them properly. We often wonder whether George would not have prospered
with a good, sensible level-headed wife, for away from her influence he seemed to be a fine fellow. Oh,
man is by no means to blame for all of the evils of this world!

The automobile story is too long to dwell upon. Suffice to say the one purchased for our use
between the farms which is 14 miles by road and loO by rail was unable to travel in the heavy sandy
roads of the little used territory lying between the ftirms and showed characteristics which soon gave
it the name "Mud Turtle." A beautiful road mare, promptly named "Pomona," took its place; she
covers the distance, which is very hilly, in about two hours.

Henry Knight, who was the senior worker on the farm, was promoted to foreman. He shrank
much from the responsibility, coupled with the fact that the farm was in such dreadful shape, but we
urged and supported him and he is making good at every point.

Trappier next showed .signs of mutiny. One cow had been placed in the dynamite shed which
had been moved near the barn. A second cow was purchased when a neighbor, whose son met a tragic
death, came and told us that she must get away to recover her balance and could not leave the cow with
her old father.

We held council.

"What shall we do? Neither of us is cow-wise and we may get dreadfully stuck."

"I am willing to take the risk if you are for the sake of this poor creature. If the cow is no good
we can sell her for beef and you and I will be out of pocket but the farm will not suffer."

"I'll go you," was the reply.

So "Sandy" became one of the community, and the following Sunday gave us a daughter "Sunday."
Sandy is all right and is a better milk and butter producer than "Wynde," who is a registered Guernsey.

'Trappier was given charge of the cows, chickens, and pigs. He was the most pessimistic human

being I have ever met. Being an anarchist he was, of course, an atheist, therefore there was no "meum
and teum" to him. The same lawlessness was instilled into the children, but as little ones are quick
to "follow the leader" they became tractable and lovable while we were at the farm. As soon as we
left they reverted.

Many times we asked Henry if we should let Trappier go, and each time he wished to give him
another trial. Finally rank mutiny and worse made it necessary to dismiss him peremptorily the last
of September. His place was instantly filled by a high class Russian from the south of Russia.

"Is he all right?" I asked the Senior Partner. "I am so tired of these people who have come
to us from charitable organizations and industry settlements, that I am skeptical about anyone now."

"His eyes are fine and he has a good bearing. He is quiet and industrious and half starved. He
has been working for a man who paid him almost nothing and fed him less. Before that he came out
from the city with a contractor who owes him $200.00, but as the contractor puts all his property in his
wife's name it is no use to sue him."

"My, what hardship, and there seems no redress. Modern business methods sound much like the
fall of Rome. I wonder what we are coming to!"

My story has outrun me. We will have to go back to farm operations.

Raspberries came in by the crate, 60 pints to the crate. They were shipped to private customers
were put in hampers and went to commission merchants, restaurants, hotels, and clubs. The smallest
sum we ever received was four cents a pint. We paid one cent a pint for picking, and two cents a quart
for gooseberries and currants. We picked 797 quarts of raspberries this season from three-quarters of
an acre of bushes. This is their first heavy yield, and, as potatoes had been planted in the rows the
berries received no cultivation.

The English gooseberries had been sprayed very early in the season with bordeaux and later with
sulphide of potassium (or liver of sulphur) a pint to 30 gallons of water. There was a big crop of the
most gorgeous fruit. The bushes averaged a quart each and these sold at wholesale for 12 cents a
quart. There was absolutely no mildew upon them, so we have fought our fight and won. American
gooseberries were way over average, currants also and we could have sold bushels more than we raised
to those who want them for preserving.

The bushes had been so robbed of their feed by the intercropping and also by the fact that George
had not placed the manure about them that he had been instructed to, that they were losing all their
leaves. We took out the intercrops just as soon as we could, and in the meantime gave each bush a
strong mulch of manure well forked in. This fall they have sent out new leaves, and are looking ex-
tremely well again.

The onion patch showed signs of thrip in June; this is a minute, I might say microscopic insect,
which attacks the leaves. It unfortunately comes with our seed now, another inheritance from in-
breeding and raising the same crop on the same land years in succession. Rain or moisture is their
cure, so we determined to try irrigation upon them.

A line of Skinner irrigation pipe was run down the middle of the patch. This clever system con-
sists of a line of galvanized pipe starting from our main one inch in diameter and reduced in about two
lengths to three-fourths of an inch. Every four feet a hole is drilled with Mr. Skinner's ingenious hand
drill which is fitted with a spirit level in order that holes will be in perfect alignment. A tiny brass nozzle
is screwed into these holes with an outlet hole about the size of the point of a hat pin.

Where the line of pipe joins the standard intake pipe, is a movable joint. This permits of the
turning of the entire line of pipe (208 feet) so that the water spraying from the tiny nozzles may be made
to fall at any desired angle. By turning the pipe so that the nozzles lie from nearly horizontal to per-
pendicular, the entire surface of from 25 to 50 feet, according to the pressure of water, will be covered
with a fine rain. Then by turning the pipe over to the opposite side another strip is watered in the
same way. In order to see what the sprayings would do we u.sed it only on one side of the line of pipe.
The first spraying lasted two and one-half hours, two days later one and one-half hours. Then we had
onions bulbing with tops turned green, while the unirrigated side produced only young bunch onions with
yellowing tops. Whether the seed was mixed or George dreadfully or maliciously careless in planting
we will never know; suffice to say we harvested five varieties of onions among the leeks.

Another irrigation pipe in the alfalfa field made it jump so in two days we could begin cutting over
again. One would expect the sprayings to improve the crop, but the rapidity with which it grew fairly
took our breath away. A short line in a little patch of rhubarb made it possible for us to send this
delicious fruit in our hampers nearly all summer.

Another line at the east of the orchard gave us lettuce and spring radishes all summer. We hope
to have at least 5 acres at each farm covered with irrigation pipes next year.

Among the new vegetables produced at Xo. 2 this year are superb Pe-tsai (Chinese cabbage).
The heads were as solid as rocks and weighed 10 pounds. It is a new strain and the credit is due to Prof.
Myers who has been Agricultural Explorer in North China for the U. S. Department of Agriculture.

There is a glorious bed of sea kale ready to produce next spring early, for use in the hampers.
This is a delicate blanched stalk which can be used the same as asparagus, and is delicious; it is ready
much before asparagus and is a great addition to our food supply.

"Second crop potatoes" are also a new stunt, and to Mr. Wm. Bodly, president of the Double
Sunlight Glass Sash Co., we are indebted for them. It is a Kentucky trick; they hold the seed potatoes
dormant in cold storage until late summer. When planted they make extra rapid growth, and our
crop of "New Queen" and "Cobbler" planted July 29th yielded 70 bushels to the acre of Bermuda
potatoes on September 29th, just two months.

Mr. Andre Bustanoby, of the famous Cafe and Chateau des Beaux Arts, says in a letter: "All the
vegetables were up to the L. I. R. R. Experimental Stations .standard, which means the best there are,
but those Bermuda potatoes were particularly excellent." Higher praise than this, there is none!

And so we add a new industry to our Island farmers' list.

Let me say here, that the neighbors and others who first scoffed at us, who thought we were "book

farmers" and upstarts coming to teach us "who have faT;rried man aQ4 J>oy,." how to run our business,
and who looked on us as f,n insult to them, hive ail come ur \vr\t,Aeii th Msl-in'g ui for! tKe J-e,.) aid the farms
have been, and now look upon them .as their best friend.' iSTeed iihyone ask' iio-i\,' "HAVe the Experi-
mental Stations paid?" Indeed yes, a thousand fold, in this way at least, if not in money, and they have
paid a h.andsome percent .of real money on the investment each year in spite of the great handicap of _so
much experimental work, a big ofTice sala y h- Ip and the "Agronomist."

The orchard, this its third year, "did itself proud." One apple, a Yellow Transparent, gpve'us
14 perfect specimens. This is remarkable for a three-year-old tree. The Japanese plums did very
well, especially the Wickson, which is considered a shy bearer. The Burbanks were not so full of fruit
except an occasional tree, and the Satsumas developed a new and unheard of blight which the Senior
Partner dubbed "spectacle spot." Sulphide of potasium soon put an end to it, but the fruit was marred.

The peaches, Ye Gods! what peaches. First to come were Greensboro, grent, handsome beauties,
with the flavor one dreams of but seldom realizes; next came Carmen, also delicious; then Champion,
Belle of Georgia, Crosby, Everbepring, Hill's Chili, Hemphill, and Klondyke. Carmen and Champion
were superb from every point. Belle of Georgia very good and tremendously prolific. Crosby, Hill's
Chili, Klondyke, and Hemphill good, and as they ripen very late they are to be highly prized. We
gathered peaches from the middle of July to the middle of October.

The grapes — ju-st a few set along the front walk as a trial — were so superb we have decided to set
out an acre of them. Some of them, with the. peaches, won prizes at the fair and thyt speaks much, for
they competed with old established vines.

The varieties included Niagara, Delaware, Catawba, Brighton, Worden, Agawam, Salem, Wilder
and Campbell's Early.

This fall the "Elbow" or little two-room portable which constituted a portion of our house, went
to the County fairs. As usual it was crowded with visitors, not skeptics, as we found the first year,
but friends of ours, coming in the spirit of neighborliness to tell us of their successes and confer with'us
about their failures

The South African "Calabash" or pipe gourd (the gourds as they grow hung upon the wall, and
a curved stem end of one f tted with a mouth-piece, forming the now "classy" and expensive pipe of the
wealthy); butter from the alfalfa-fed cows, French musk melons, Japanese musk melons. Bermuda
onions, Bermuda potatoes, Japanese pumpkin "Chirmeu," Catawba sweet corn, Swiss chard, lemon
cucumbers, finochio, martynia, okra, and Sakurajima radish, together with the superb fruit from the
three-year old trees and grapevines held the center of the stage.

Both farms entered in competition at the Suffolk County Fair, and we were delighted when they
were forced to take second and third prizes and step aside altogether in some cases. The farmers are
at work, they are producing better goods all the time, and I think we may justly feel that the Experi-
mental Stations have stimulated their ambition. No. 1 won 30 prizes, and No. 2, beca,use of George's
disobedience to orders won only 14 prizes. The exhibit of vegetables in competition was said to be the
finest ever shown, while the judges were driven almost to distraction trying to decide which cauliflower
was the most perfect of a host of perfect ones.

Success was repeated at the Queens-Nassau County Fair, only for some peculiar reason fruits
and vegetables alone are barred from competition if not raised in either of these counties. The little
cottage in its pretty setting of oak trees was thronged each day.

At the American Institute, New York City, 8 prizes were won. Here the competition is against
estates and men whose entire income is derived from just such exhibits and who raise as many varieties
as possible for exhibition only.

At Huntington, where we were so unfortunate among our neighbors the first year as to be barred
from competition after we had entered in all classes, we won first prize on collection of 6 vegetables.
This was all we entered and I was surprised at the Senior Partner for sending anything at all, for one of
his favorite sayings is "no sheep can bite me twice and live."

As the clearing went so slowly h'.,st winter, it was necessary to get outside help to do it for us. There
is an Islander who has, for a long time, claimed that he could clear land much cheaper and much
better with a stump puller than by dynamite. We determined to have it proven to us and therefore
signed a contract with him to do the land at about two-thirds what it cost by dynamite, and the contract
included the following item made at his .suggestion, which was, that 10 acres should be cleared, the
stumps burned, the land plowed, harrowed, and seeded down to rye (we t) furnish seed) in 30 days. It
is now TiO days, and the stumps are partially out of about 2 acres, there is no plowing or harrowing done
yet, in fact the remaining roots are so numerous it is almost impossible to plow.

Dynamiters go in next week and we hope to have at least 20 acres ready for use next spring.

The 30-foot fire line is now being cultivated with di.'JC harrow to prevent autumn forest fires from
reaching the Experimental Station plot. This will be seeded down to rye for a crop next spring

The two cows have lived all summer mainly on one-half acre of alfalfa. A little sugar corn in
the fire line, and some of the tops of the cow peas and soy beans, have completed the green food for them.
Now we start on a model dairy barn, just a small one to begin with, but so arranged that the herd can be
increased with but little expense for a JJition li building. The building will be of hollow tile, with stucco
surface, all modern fittings; a silo 9 feet in diameter with separate feed and wash-rooms. A milk
and butter house will be erected near by. This will also be concrete construction and the floor four
feet below the surface of the ground. Ventilators in both buildings will, of course, be installed. The
stanchions will be of wood, painted with two coats and a third coal of enamel which will, we feel, make
them germ proof. The floor, dropping gutter, and feed trough will all be of concrete; iron pipe stall
fittings, overhead litter and feed curriers. Windows hinged at the bottom and swinging in will give
good ventilation.

The farms have lived their simple life: they have worked up from the simplest outfit including
houses, farm implements and small corps of help. They have prospered and "made good" and just as

any man starting out in^asipipla'syay would faXanch out when he prospered, so now the farms are branch-
ing out. A nJaniiF^'Ipl'^deB, pI)te,toIdis^er^ ind grain drill have been added to each station, more help
for the increai?ed* acreage at^v^o? 2,* and now a homestead, a real farm cottage is to go up on the home-
stead plot for our occupancy. Xo. 2 will require most of our time, but No. 1 can be reached easily
and quickly from it.

The selling problem is being solved, the farms are gaining their market just as any business enter-
prise would have to gain its market. Customers come to our doors, hotels, restaurants and clubs ask
for our produce and commission men vie with each other to secure our goods. Witness, an extract
from a letter just received from Waterman & Co., New York City:

"We have received the various sliipments which you have made to us, and we congratulate you
upon the very fine results you are getting. The goods are certainly the finest to be seen in this market
and we only wish we could procure this kind of produce for our entire business."

A small canner will be in operation at No. 2 ne.xt year to put into another form any surplus the farm
may yield. Our tomatoes are all carefully sorted ; nd packed in four-quart baskets, six baskets to the
crate. No misshapen or dead ripe fruit is allowed to go into these packages; the consequence is there
remains a large quantity of perfectly good food which must go to waste unless canned or made into
catsup. Corn, beans, peas, beets, etc., can be saved in the same way.

Often a large picking of berries is necessary (in order to keep the vines producing) on Saturday.
It is not wise to ship this fruit on ^londay, but it's especially good to go into preserves, jams, and jellies.

I cannot close without a further allusion to the "Agronomist." At this writmg it reaches a cir-
culation of 7,500 and is gratis to anvone desiring it, who writes to the office at Medford, Long Island,
N. Y.

May we be pardoned for quoting from a letter received lately from the editor of the "Railroad
Age Gazette." We are proud of our leaflet as anyone should be proud of success.

"I think the 'Agronomist' is the brightest publication that comes to this office. I find it regularly
on my desk and it mesmerizes me. I can't indulge in the luxury of any other business in comfort until
I have read it through. It ought to be an effective agent in promoting your pioneering scheme."

Space is cutting me short, and "the half is not yet told." Each year of each farm constitutes a
volume in itself. I trust you have gained some idea of the development of the work, that you realize
the soil, by constantly returning humus alone to it, is growing richer and more productive each year,
that the farms are adding new vegetables and fruits as profitable crops to our Island neighbors (and in
fact to all the world) by our numerous experiments, that the farms stand in fact for "Peace, Plenty"
and "Prosperity."

Tlu' "Hinl P.iitli" ;it Ni

Vol. Ill, Number 7

October 20, 1909

Lor\g IslaiAcI Agror\orT\ist

A Fortnightly Record of Facts

Together With Deductions Based Upon Natures Practical Demonstrations

Compiled by Hal B. and Edith Loring' Fullerton
Publication office, Huntington, Long' Island, New York

"I do the verj' best I know how — the very best I can; and I mean to keep doing so until
the end." — Abraham Lincohi.

Current Gleanings

When our food furnishers, one by one, show that they have finished the work set
apart by Nature for each of them to do, when the flowers and trees show plainly that
having matured their seeds and made certain the continuance of their species they
are preparing for the rest they have earned, we two partners invariably size up our
work to see if we have done our level best to accomplish our share of that portion of
Life's Lot that has been placed in our care.

This train of thought gives rise to multitudes of thoughts, to plans for bigger
achievements when plant growth starts anew, this, coupled as it is with crop time,
makes the doleful drawl of dyspeptics and pessimists seem silly.

Full well we know that like ourselves the "modern methods" soil tillers of Long
Island are chanting something Hke this:

The merry, merry days are here.

Most joyous of the year.
For the bins are full of fodder,

And the farm is mortgage clear.

A little later will come the never failing chorus from Long Lsland savings banks,
setting forth the big annual increase in soil tillers' deposits.

This year they will soar higher than ever, for the Long Island Railroad's 1909
tonnage for September shows 22,873 tons of potatoes, cauhfiower, and cucumbers
by freight alone, against 10,824 tons handled in September, 1905; and train loads of
potatoes and cauhfiower are still awaiting gathering; further, express shipments are
not included in above figures. A great portion of this increase is known to be directly
due to the practical demonstrations of the Railroad's Experimental Stations of spray
value, deeper plowing, thorough cultivation, the substitution of barn-yard manure
legumes and cover crops for chemical fertilizers, which once threatened to lure our
Island neighbors into that "Fool's Paradise" which invariably results in "Abandoned
Farms." This shows also that Long Island is coming into her own with startling
rapidity. Foreigners brought here by the successful showing of the Experimental
Stations, are by their own success, attracting their relatives and neighbors to a newly
discovered golconda where nature has brought together all the factors most favorable
to an immense range of plant growth that it might feed the many millions populating
New York City, destined to be the largest in the world.

The Long Island Agronomist will be sent upon request to anyone, anywliere, without fear,
favor, or finance.

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