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 The Lure of the Land 
 
 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 this the Second Edition 
 
 has been added tlie Aftermath, bringing the 
 
 story from September, Nineteen Five, 
 
 to September, Nineteen Nine 
 
 By EDITH LORING FULLERTON 
 
 Author of "How to Make a Vegetable Garden' 
 
 Editor of "The Long Island Agronomist" 
 
 Published by 
 
 Long Island Railroad Company 
 
 Long Lsland, New York 
 1909 
 

 
 Copyright. 1909 
 Long Island Railroad Company 
 
 ©CI. A 25325 7 
 
 Engraved and Printed by 
 
 Robert L. Stillson Company 
 
 l'-2''2-130 Centre Street 
 
 New York 
 
Preface to Second Edition 
 
 THE large first edition of the "Lure of the 
 Land" has been exhausted for some time. 
 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 
 
"Scrub Oak 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, vineyards 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 undeveloped 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 work of this development was given into Mr. Fullerton's hands, and 
 I, being favored beyond most Avomen, have been his "full partner" in the intensely 
 interesting and valuable work. 
 
 It has included the daily records of not 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 l)efore ,i>r<)\vii in this latihide; tlie receiving and enter- 
 taining of many distinguished "Foreign" guests as well as the Island neighbors 
 and workers, investigators and experts in the tilling of the soil. 
 
 It includes a daily weather rejjort, nuule with tested Government thermometers 
 and rain gauge, and conducted under (ioverninent 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 agriculturists in both National and State employ, editors 
 of many agricultiu'al ])eriodicals, besides laymen in various callings. 
 
 The frequent criticism of the Farm has been that a man of small means 
 could not go and do likewise. That is an unfair and unjust criticism. 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 380 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 agricultiu'al 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 results in the same brief space of time, goes without saying; that is 
 simply a matter of personal equation. 
 
 EDITH LORIXG FULLERTOX 
 
 September 7th, 1906 
 
 "Peace and Plenty" 
 
 Long Island Railroad Co.'s 
 
 Experimental Station No. 1 
 
 Wading River, Long Island 
 

 The "Junior I'artiU'i"" blowing stumps by battery 
 
 Selection and Clearing 
 
 EARLY in August, 1905, the following message came from Mr. Peters: "Find 
 the worst 10 acres on the North Shore upon which to establish Experi- 
 mental Station No. 1." "Why does he want the worst piece?" I at once 
 asked. 
 
 "Because he don't want everyone to say, 'O 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 
 w^orst piece after we get through with it.^*" 
 
 "O, 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 ovit. 
 
 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, one 
 at Rocky Point of the desired area, and one 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 six inches you'll be doing well. Besides that it's cold and 
 it's sour." 
 
On August 10 word came that tlie Wading River plot had been purchased, 
 and on the "^Srd the preHniiuaries had been settled and we could start work at once. 
 
 (lays 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 tluui to be allowetl 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 possil)le to be placed in the hands of Long Islanders. 
 Second, the method of clearing must be the most rapid ])ossible, 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 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? "^Vlake it into an experimental dairy 
 and prove that this land is capable of ])roducing 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 1 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 wovdd not be home that day. (This we learned 
 later, for we would not intentionally have robbed our neighbors). We were armed 
 with an ax, ])ush scythe, whetstone, snathe and, last but not least, the lunch 
 basket. We arrived at the scene of tlesolation 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 and 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 settlement. 
 
 By careful choosing and much planning, a grove of unmutilated or only 
 slightly biu'ued 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 Himtington 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 huckle- 
 berry am hard cuttin'." 
 
 "Well, suppose you sharpen the scythe up and see how she goes." 
 
 "All right, Boss, speck dat monght 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." 
 
Thestarl: assorted native liclp 
 
 Manual mainstay of to-day — the Italian, finished the work 
 
 Dynamiters and well-drillers at lunch 
 
And then we sat down together and wept 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 individ- 
 uals 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 was 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 Fullerton, we all ain't gittin' 'nougli 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 of 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 6 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 northward as they could go, others retreated in utter confusion, 
 while some remained the safe 200 feet from the explosion. 
 
 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 cer- 
 tainly 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 tlie charges had hecMi placed and tlio usual warninjf signal, "fire!" 
 given, both negroes and white men would fall over themselves to get out of the 
 county; which was decidedly tninecessary, for the explosions were always kept 
 well away from the workmen. 
 
 Shortly after the arrival of the dynamiter came Lorenzo Balzarano, a " Cor- 
 porate " 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 LevJ^ 
 
 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 wdth the most beautiful 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 half -hvoiher, evi- 
 dently), 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 "con- 
 demned" 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 lined 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 V)arn directly against the car, 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 
 
Placing one-half a pdund of dynamite 
 
 Once a hi,<;' stump ; now kindling wodd 
 
 A little fellow "blown clean" 
 
taking out dead and crowding underbrush in the windbreak which 1)ounded the 
 north and had escaped total extinction by fire. 
 
 Beginning at the east hue and working w^estward the Itahans cleared 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 interesting part of clearing land by modern methods. The Dyna- 
 miter 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 paj)er. One folded 
 end of this paper is opened up and a hole made by a wooden skewer in the dyna- 
 mite stick, which is plastic and resembles graham liread 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 sealed 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 reciuires 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. 
 
 The helper has made deep oblique holes under the stump singled out for exe- 
 cution with a round crowbar or chisel-ended piece of 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 may 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 four feet require about Yi ^^-^ while large ones, say six 
 to eight feet in diameter, require 3 lbs., 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 200 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 wonder- 
 ful sight, and I doubt if many women have had the pleasure and privilege of sending 
 the spark to a stump of live chestnut which measured IY2 f^et 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 eatch 
 fire ((uiekly. When the fonrleen 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 nplifting noise and sliock 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 not be hit. I)\iiamiter Kissam 
 has never had an accident, and I trust he never will. 
 
 Then follows a most delightful Fourth of July firecracker exhil)iti()n 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 wootl and powtlered earth. The record for stump blowing is 130 in 
 one day, when 8-i lbs. dynamite w'as 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. W^ork pushed steadily on and as soon as a small 
 strip was blown, the Italians came in gathering up all the stumps, roots and frag- 
 ments, removing any pieces that might be loosened but not completely torn out 
 and ])iling them at intervals and inunediately burning them. This is a process 
 that caiuiot take place when stum])s are removed by any other method, for by the 
 digging ])rocess the earth must ])e ])icketl and scra])ed 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 condemned 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 partitionetl 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 he 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 cut the dinner time down 
 more and more, working on imtil it became dark. 
 
 Their meals are curious and interesting: a dish of red pepjiers and 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. Init kept at work just the same. 
 
 While the work was ju-ogressing, nuich thought had been expended uj)on the 
 soil and its needs. There was no top soil or lunnus; forest fires had roblxxl the 
 plot completely of this valuable element. 'Tis worse than a i)ity, 'tis unpardonable 
 negligence on the part of 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 luiless 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 that 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 car load (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 car loads, and delivered on 
 October 3. 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 three remaining cars were 
 unloaded by 14 men in 'i}/2 hours. It was accomplished 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 ten acres surely. 
 
 October 4 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 pre- 
 vented 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 2^9 to ^/<i 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 stumps: 
 
 DYNAMITE 
 
 Average 60 lbs. 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 
 
 HAND LABOR $16.00 
 
 100 average stumps requires 3 men 33 days at $1.33 per day. . . . $131.67 
 
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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 peoi)le in the surrounding country 
 very much. When questioned as to what was being done at the Experimental 
 Station they would rei)ly: 
 
 "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 "FuUerton luck," but we know better. 
 
 By the 10th 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. Following 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 verj' 
 convincing : 
 
 To produce one ton of dry oats requires 520 tons of water; one ton corn, 310 
 tons water; one 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 W^inter and Summer. 
 Much thought and investigation were expended 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 windmill 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 every Spring or Summer brings one of greater or less dura- 
 tion) 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 ^O minutes and more. Gasoline engines are more expensive in opera- 
 tion 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 23^ 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 
 
Water-carriers — ancient and modern 
 
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 5000 gallons of pure water always on tap 
 
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 90 than 100 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, an 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 stufl^ 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 beau- 
 tiful flow was struck with ideal gravel bottom; we had reached that huge subter- 
 ranean river which lies under Long Island and is a never failing source of crystal- 
 line 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 eighteen 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 
 20, when there was a 24-hour downpour. 
 
 "Now we'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 rye 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 three out of the 
 ten 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 l}^ acres a day while % of an acre is the best they can do in 
 stump land. 
 
 On October 28 I had the pleasure of blowing out our "king" stump, a chestnut 
 l}/2 feet in diameter. 
 
 Our neighbors and friends were kind and encouraging, many of them came 
 long distances to remonstrate 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 ruin 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 walk 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 vilhige 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 l^efore snow flew. 
 
 A magazine was made of a large dry goods case and placed in the middle 
 of a pile of manure, the opening facing south. 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 2 and blew 
 110 stumps that day, the next 97, next 20, next 60, 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. Underhill of 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 three 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 to 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 One'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: 
 
 "Congratulations." 
 
Night work — burning the fine roots 
 
 Winter Work 
 
 DYNAMITING Continued in the dairy section up to the end of November. 
 Three acres were completed, but the weather became so cokl 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 consideration. We heard of a five-room portable that had been used two 
 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 cellar under it, for there was urgent 
 need of store room for coal in Winter and provisions in Summer. Larry put three 
 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 three 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 paths. 
 
 In a day the cellar was dug, ready for the erection of the house. It came 
 like a pack of cards, was erected in two 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 mak- 
 ing four rooms instead of five. It was heated by a very small 0-hole "eat stove" 
 No. 7 Paragon, and a No. lORedcloud "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 improvement, 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 
 
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named varieties of many kinds of fruit and find what was 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 oxev 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 most 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 7. 
 A privet hedge running along the drive road on the barn side was first planted. 
 It was to be allowed to grow tall and obscure the barn buildings from the house. 
 A trench was dug, some old well-rotted manure (of which a car load w^as 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 '-2.5 feet apart, with a peach between each. Peaches 
 last but Vi 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 quantity of Japanese plums, a few German prunes, and greengages. 
 
 The varieties were as follows: 
 
 Apples. 
 Red Astrachan, 
 Red Bietigheimer, 
 Esopus Spitzenburg, 
 Northern Spy. 
 
 Raspberries. 
 Golden Queen, 
 Champlain. 
 
 Gooseberries. 
 Downing, 
 Industrv. 
 
 Quitices. 
 Champion, 
 Bourgeat, 
 Orange. 
 
 Pears. 
 Bartlett, 
 Worden Seckle, 
 x\njou, 
 B. S. Fox. 
 
 Currants. 
 Fays Prolific, 
 White Currant. 
 
 Nectarine. 
 
 Cherries. 
 
 May Duke, 
 
 Mont morency , 
 
 Ordinaire. 
 
 Japanese Plums. 
 
 Abundance, 
 
 Burbank, 
 
 Satsuma, 
 
 Wickson. 
 
 FAiropean Plums. 
 
 Grand Duke, 
 
 Bavays Greengage, 
 
 Monarch. 
 Moorepark Apricot, 
 
 Red, white and blue grapes, Catawba, Niagara, and Concord, Rathburn black- 
 berries. Palmetto asparagus, Myatts Linnaeus 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 ar- 
 ranged as nearly as possible as they were in their original home. Dirt was shoveled 
 in carefully and slowly, while one man tamped gently with a blunt stick in order 
 that the roots might be thoroughly embedded and no air spaces left about them. 
 When the hole was filled, two short stakes were driven beside the tree, one to 
 the east, one to the west, a piece of old garden hose about four 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 black- 
 berries, 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 on into November, plowing continued 
 in the pasture and the Italians mounded earth about each orchard tree, making a 
 rain shed and ])reventing sinking about the tree trunk where ice and snow could 
 settle, next they piled a nuuun-e mulcli on this mound, leaving an oi)en circle about 
 each trunk that mice and nu)les might not be harbored and eat the ))ark. Well we 
 knew it was late for setting out trees and bushes, but also we knew that the nur- 
 serymen 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 care- 
 fully 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 according 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, weathering 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 
 four stones, the largest four 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 iSIichigan here. If any manufacturer could delay the work we seemed des- 
 tined to win the delay. Dame Nature was always with vis, helping in every con- 
 ceivable way, but man — well, man is dead slow and "bites off [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 been the cry. I am sure none of them 
 ever found their way to Experimental Station No. 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 transportation companies. 
 
 One never-to-be-forgotten day the engine started and pumped the 5,000 gallon 
 tank full in six hours. Hurrah, no more carting of water, no need of thinking 
 twice before taking a drink or washing 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 dairj^- 
 man's cottage would ultimately be. A second pipe was run across the front lawn 
 to the barn. All these pipes were laid three 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, jjroven to our own satisfaction in our 
 

 
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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 i/mi 
 give them enough, don't just wet the leaves and moisten the ground, soak them, 
 it is the sunshower of summertime. 
 
 ^Yell into the Winter work continued, the Italians (now cut down to a much 
 smaller force, of course), set fence posts about the entire 18 acres, and a division 
 fence line l)etween the nuirket-gardeu 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. 
 
 Winter 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 ten or rather thirteen 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 1. 
 
 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 four inches deep had been dug along the front fence on 
 the house plot; here we sowed sweet peas, giving them a little old manin-e and plenty 
 of wood ashes. They were covered to within an inch of the surface, and instructions 
 given to Mack to fill it in before a heavy snow-storm. Alas for the swxet 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 'longshoreman-sailor-soldier Englishman 
 cannot tend hotbeds successfully. 
 
 "W^hat shall w^e do?" said the Senior Partner. "We must have tomatoes, 
 early cabbage and cauliflower plants. W^e 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 raise my early chicks, the warmest spot in our 
 home acre. All right, go aliead, we'll sacrifice even chickens to the success of 
 Number One." 
 
 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 seven sash; a three-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 one crop of these before tomatoes, cabbage and 
 cauliflower took all the room. There were many bunches pulled in March when 
 radishes were bringing 25c. a bunch. 
 
 Tomato seed was sown in February in seven varieties: early, medium and 
 late; pink, red and yellow. In the little conservatory, 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. 
 
Spring, the Strenuous Season 
 
 [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. 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 
 jNIarch 1, giving us two men. Much work on buildings 
 was yet to be done, while two more portables of 3 
 and 5 rooms each were ordered; one w^as 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 w^as unavoidable. 
 The tower was still incomplete and the barn unerected. 
 
 March 19 brought with it a corps of four carpenters. I quote from the 
 Senior Partner's diary to show" that things did not go merrily all the time: 
 
 "The four 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 two men to work erecting bunks 
 and tables, while the third returned 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 (know- 
 ing full well we could not raise all we should need), and various other "knitting 
 work." Receiving word that the carpenter 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 four 
 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 drafts- 
 men, but the specifications attached did not "gibe." 
 
 To say we "threw fits" draws it mildly. Three men had worked three 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 i)hiee,'" I exehiiined. "We might just as well not have 
 worked so hard. Telephone (oh, yes, we had a telephone, every farmer shoukl. 
 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. P'ullerton wants. If he says to put the roof on the 
 ground and the floor on toj), you do it." 
 
 That was sufficient for us, the roof came down in the world and later took its 
 proper ))lace. 
 
 But ]\Iarch was slipping away and there were no horses, and plowing must 
 start soon! Would that barn ever be built? 
 
 The Thanksgiving cottage must be moved; for so the first one erected was 
 named, from the fact that we took the two children and dinner under our arms 
 and spent the day at the Farm. Dinner consisted of cold liroiled 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 j)umpkin pie. To quote again from the diary: 
 
 "The entire FuUerton family having decided that the small village plot was 
 not sufficient in extent to allow their true Thanksgiving proper exi)ansion, ar- 
 ranged 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 httle portable was warm and the drawing- 
 table supplemented 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,' utilizing the low plat- 
 form with its brake as a locomotive of express speed. 
 
 "By means of an object lesson, consisting of peanut brittle, figs, velvet mo- 
 lasses and a very careful and lengthy explanation, the Italian gang were made at 
 last to understand what the American Thanksgiving was aliout, 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 mean- 
 ing 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 masculine. 
 
 But to return to the march of events. Thanksgiving cottage was moved, 
 a new one erected over the cellar, and the three-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, diminu- 
 tive pantries and table shelves made the kitchen arrangements of two cottages 
 complete. We were to eat in the office end of Thanksgiving cottage, for six of 
 us were to sleep in the four-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 22) 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' scratch- 
 ing house our workshop. A case of paper pots was to our hand; some earth from 
 
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the hotbed and the seedhngs 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 first and the barn not yet complete. There was only one thing to do, 
 coax Neighbor Robinson to rent us his team again until we could get our horses. 
 On the "^nd ])lowing 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 hartl one. The harrow gathered them up somewhat, 
 but still they were obstructionists. 
 
 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 wand met its own defeat against 
 the fence of the cleared land of the Experimental Station. 
 
 By the end of the first week in x\pril w^ork was swinging at a rapid pace, land 
 was being plowed as fast as possible, the stable nearly complete, so that on the 
 7th the two "condemned" express horses (condemned 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 recog- 
 nition of his ancestry. 
 
 Horse and hand implements were being assembled, these consisted of Planet Jr. 
 one horse cultivator, horse leveler, hand drills, hand cultivators, a roller and a plow\ 
 
 Three plum trees were heeled in tlie Fall and saved for Spring planting, for 
 comparison with the Fall planted stock; these were now set out, two in the chicken 
 yard, one near the little cottage. 
 
 On the 11th grass seed was sown about the house plot, a mixture of Biu'pee'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. S. Government 
 grass seed; a row of Haricot Beans, also from the Government, bordered it, so it 
 became know^n 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 sj)ring tooth 
 harrow, followed by leveler, which, by the w^ay, is one of the best and least appre- 
 ciated or used of farm implements. It levels uneven spots, breaks clods and pul- 
 verizes 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 like a charm, 
 two carloads to the acre of those "cussed roots" came out and were promptly biu'ned. 
 
 April 14 was ushered in w^ith a light white frost, but hand drills started early 
 and by night four varieties of radishes, covering half an acre, and three 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 
 two-man method was invented, one pulling with a halter, 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 ac- 
 complished. Plants were removed from Huntington to the Farm, tomatoes were 
 placed in the implement shed until a cold frame could be built to receive them. 
 
C'a])bage and cauliflower were set at once in the field, l)ein<r covered with paper 
 pots for a few days to prevent wilting, and sometimes at ni^ht to guard against cold. 
 
 Lettuce, beets, onions, spinach, parsnips, endive, scorzonera, celery (in the 
 seed-bed) and corn were drilled in by the little Planet Jr. hand drills, those ex- 
 quisite little time-savers. 
 
 As an illustration of the work they will do in this new ground it recpiired 
 '-25 minutes to plant 8 rows of parsnips, each row 100 feet long. 
 
 To plant three rows each of four diflFerent varieties of lettuce consumed 4o 
 minutes and this of course meant emj)ty and fill the drill for each new variety. 
 
 Lettuce })lants and cabbage ])lants from a Huntington grower were set out 
 (we wished to test transplanted lettuce with that grown in drills and only thinned). 
 Chives, shallots, Pe-tsai, carrots and radishes from North China were all sowed. 
 Lido, th^ Japanese celery, was planted to the east of the raspberries. 
 
 On the i21st 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 (iOc. per gallon); not a 
 very costly ounce of prevention. 
 
 A portion of the lawn was sjjrinkled as a first test of irrigation. On the SGth 
 of April the grass seed had germinated on this portion only. 
 
 Potatoes were planted this month — nine varieties as a test of their earliness, 
 l)roductiveness and ((ualities. 
 
 On the night of the '2'-2nd 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 w\ay ahead, they're alive to the tips and some of 
 them are in leaf, while New York's are only in bud, with 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 knew 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 weather now 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 hght, although 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 
 fir.4t be placed in good keeping before I could fly. 
 
 The office completed and desk in place, the stenograi)her took up her abode 
 at the Farm with our English family, helping until I came, wdth the daily records 
 of the multitude of things accomplished each day. 
 
 To quote from the diary, April 30: 
 
 "More lettuce, spinach and salsify up and apparently glad it came. Brought 
 further live stock to the Farm in the shape of two setting hens. (This was my 
 scheme, I wanted young chicks, could not set the hens at home and being afraid 
 the tri]) would ' break them up,' I put each hen in a box with hay and three china 
 eggs under her. They traveled the 33 miles setting all the way. I doubt if any- 
 thing could have disturbed them with the eggs under their breasts. Wonderful 
 nature of motherhood!) 
 
Arrival at No. 1 of horses "Buckeye" and "Texas" 
 
 The well-drillers' drop-weight served as a ruad roller 
 
"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 difficulty, and further make absolutely tight joints." 
 
 This same "skilled labor" (non-union men, however) made for us the "dandi- 
 est" little bathroom ever a farm beheld. Beside the pumphead 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 attached. A tiny 
 bathtub was placed across the end of the room, a two-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 "^Oth 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 sun- 
 shine — and strenuous work. 
 
 May day started with the planting of corn and beans, finishing the last 
 cleared acre of the dairy and re-sowing 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 germinate (three 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 4th 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 accumu- 
 lated 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 little 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 agricul- 
 tural 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 is 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 Diary 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-ral)i and nectarine in bloom." 
 
 John was working on the Farm by this time, although his wife and family 
 (consisting of one cat and a f6w pet house plants) had not yet arrived. This made 
 three men on the 13 acres, not quite as much help as one would expect "Pennsy" 
 millions to employ. 
 
 Canada wood ashes with its 40% vegetable lime had arrived and we sowed 
 them whei-e 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 500 ll)s., 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 ^Ir. Peters made the Farm a visit. One of his first exclama- 
 tions was : 
 
 "O. Mr. Fullerton, 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 four people to sleep in a room 12x12, two of them 
 active, healthy children, and every inch of room must be utilized to the best 
 advantage. These boxes were on ball-bearing castors 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 of 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 to- 
 matoes 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 commer- 
 cial grower in Maryland; 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 Fullerton?" 
 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 cauli- 
 flower 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 cahuliuni, gladiohis and oxalis were added to the house 
 plot. Wild cucumbers, that rapid climber with its pretty feathery white blossom 
 and queer prickly seed pod, were planted wherever we could find a place for them 
 to climb. 
 
 Then the crows began to talk and we heard them deciding that we were now 
 a portion of civilization, while the cabbage and cauliflower butterflies were so de- 
 lighted 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. Tn 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 INIay 16th we shipped the first product of the farm — a bimch of radishes to 
 ]\[r. 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 religiously sent to him. 
 
 On the 21st the Suftolk 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 famil- 
 iar 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 Cjuote from one of the number: 
 
 Wonderful Long Island Soil 
 
 H. B. Fidlcrton Shows Newspaper Men Marreloiis Eesulfs from 
 Scientific 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 popular superstition that the island was a 
 barren sand waste, which could grow only marsh grass, and that none too profusely. There are still 
 a very few people outside of the island who belie\e it can grow more than pound for pound of vege- 
 tables to bone fertilizer. It is safe to say that there is not a baker's dozen of peojjle 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 devel- 
 oped 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 prom- 
 ising 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 for 
 Long Island soil that he was not satisfied until the railroad itself had taken hold of the task of demon- 
 strating 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 were 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 of 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 grow- 
 ing only trees, moss, huckleberry vines and rattlesnakes since Columbus came over on the Hamburg- 
 American or whatever 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 seven hundred of them. The wood ashes were left on the ground and the ten acres which 
 were cleared were sowed with rye, 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 Httle kero- 
 sene 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 he 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 rail- 
 road have not been foolishl\- opened. The method of keeping the crops wet is such as any bright 
 young man might go into as an investment on his farm. 
 
 Everything on the farm is practical; and every effort has been made to make the place a working 
 model which a business man could cojjy. 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 breakfast and dinner 
 tables of that great mart of all marts for fresh vegetables and fruit — New York City. 
 
 The Long Island Railroad invited the members of the Suffolk County Press Association to inspect 
 the farm on Monday and placed a private train of two cars at their disposal. Mr. FuUerton was the 
 host in charge, on the train and on the farm, assisted at the latter place by Mrs. FuUerton, 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. 
 
 —Amityville Record, May 25, 1906. 
 
 A drought was starting, warm high winds were blowing steadily day and night, 
 a more trying condition 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 any- 
 thing? Take three 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 23rd 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 lbs. of nitrate, the only fertilizer the crops ever had. Still we 
 kept the sprayers going, for the drought lasted until the 2nd 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 w^as 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 1. 
 
 The last day of May the man boarded the train for 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. 
 
 Yes, we had our troubles. But INIike, the Italian, was with us now, loyal and 
 faithful, though three hands for these 13 acres was short help. 
 
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, flowers 
 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 in the 
 middle of which was my vegetable flower 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 in 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 foliage 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 showing 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 implanted 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 loca- 
 tion for melons. Next this field the potatoes with a small boy, can in hand, pick- 
 ing 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 jiatches of early cauliflower, early corn, and par- 
 snips — 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 ashes 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 scor- 
 zonera 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 ready to receive another crop with but 
 small work of preparation. A tiny patch of corn planted April seventeenth 
 showed more than ever the effects of May's frost; an interesting experiment how- 
 ever that should have the benefit of all the time needed to prove itself. Brussels 
 sprouts had been set between the hills, making the patch, we hoped, a little more 
 productive. Alas for our hopes, these plants came from the same nursery in Mary- 
 land as the lettuce, and brought with them blight and cabbage louse, an act that 
 should no more be tolerated than the shipment of orchard trees infested with 
 San Jose scale. 
 
 We reach 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 has already been plowed, dressed with Canada wood ashes, harrowed, 
 leveled, rolled, harrowed and harrowed again, raked and again rolled in order 
 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 
 slow^ly turns blue. 
 
 "All right," calls the Farmer, "sow that soil carefully John, in the northeast 
 quarter and don't let any lap into the other quarters. When you come to harrow 
 it in Mike, let Ted go with you and lift the harrow from quarter to Cjuarter 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 U. S. quarters, one will have the seed, and the other both seed 
 and soil inoculated with bacterial culture from the U. S. Government Labora- 
 tories; 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 aren't the rows crooked? Teo- 
 sinte, 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 twenty-sixth and of course are not up yet. 
 
 "Why do w^e 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 
 ciuery, you thought that was given up in the East long ago. 
 
We are not raising' c-orn, we are raising silage. Here at the end of the road 
 in this protected swale will be the cow barns and silo, all these crops will be gathereii 
 for the silo, for modern dairymen carry all food to the cows in balanced rations. 
 Come and see lis 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 lialiility to injury to horse astounding, 
 while the results amount to naught. We are putting in Canada field peas and cow 
 peas, but the chances of germination are small, because it is impossible to cover 
 the seed. 
 
 Let me take you back through the south of the Farm. Here is the black 
 Mexican 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 part of the land so very rough, you ask. O, this is the acre that 
 had 797 stumps upon it, all over eighteen inches in diameter. Imagine the forest 
 that one day must have covered it. These acres eight and nine are left for late 
 "flowers," cabbage and sprouts; but acre number seven, 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 five 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 not already proven that the land is productive, though the harvest is not yet? 
 
 Come through the orchard and you will see the tomatoes in bloom. Look, 
 here is one already formed. O, 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 Udo, as happy in America as in Japan, and there in the seed-bed are 
 the Fe-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 were four varieties of cantaloupes and two of watermelons. 
 
 Such busy days as the diary now reveals: potatoes and beans to be sprayed 
 with Bordeaux, lettuce to be cultivated, radishes to be washed, bunched and shipped 
 to market, lima beans to be replanted where the germination was poor, peas 
 hand-cultivated and acre seven 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 tlie free and open, close to mother earth and her unparalleled wonders. 
 
 The birds were coming — 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. 
 
 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. Now was the time to fix it. 
 
How we coaxed feathered insecticides to make 
 
 their homes with us and save us 
 
 time and money 
 
 The "Bird Bath" at No. 1 
 
"Mike, hitch up Texas and go into the dairy and bring in that stump; we'll 
 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 with you for Mike doesn't know 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. In 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 flag-staff where on Decoration Day the flag 
 had been raised on its new pole to half mast. (The xVmerican 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, with 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 which the children dropped in the foun- 
 tain 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 blue- 
 birds 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 
 aliout the homestead. 
 
 On the fourth the State Agricultural Insjiector 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 while 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 the 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 four and the stenograjjher, Ted, Mike, Nettie and W^alter, my faithful maid's 
 brother of fourteen 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 INIammoth. 
 Walter soon learned to gather radishes, assist in transplanting and made him- 
 self 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, un- 
 bunched, 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 thai iiolliiiig hut tlie very l)cst that we could produce should leave 
 the farm. Tlierefore from radishes, right through the season, every variety was 
 sorted, washed or polished, according to its needs. 
 
 On the seventh of June the shipment reads fifty-five bunches for a Huntington 
 grocer, 1,400 loose in a crate to a New York restaurant, and twenty-one bundles 
 each in a paper pot to the "History Makers" and experts who visited the farm 
 the day the first stump was blown uj). 
 
 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 two rows each one hundred feet long recpiired one 
 and one-half hours, placing fence to the same length rows required eight 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 
 liand 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 twenty-four 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' farniin' out in the scrub oaks." 
 
 "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 Summer'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 moisture 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 ujjon it. That 
 sounds like a shiftless way to plant, does it not.^ but this w^as only a guardian crop; 
 they break the ground, germinating in a few days, also the flea beetle loves radish 
 leaves much better than melon leaves, and feasts upon the latter only wdien 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 different 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 im- 
 portant." 
 
 "Tell 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. 
 
Preparing vegetable food for city dwellers 
 
"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. Fullerton, 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 is virgin soil, what does it 
 want with chemical fertilizers.^ I woiddn't have used manure if it had not been 
 burned over so many years. All this land needs is humus." 
 
 By this time they had gone out upon the farm and were joined by another 
 gentleman, a companion to the first. 
 
 The spokesman said : 
 
 "Mr. Fullerton claims he has used no commercial fertilizer, Jim." 
 
 Whereupon "Jim" asked: 
 
 "What are all those bags in the barn then, INIr. Fullerton?" 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. 
 
 "This is as good as nitrate and costs nothing," he further explained. 
 
 The experts w^ent away after more carefully inspecting the crops, fully con- 
 vinced that our point was well taken and saying: 
 
 "Well, those fellows 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. Aren't you 
 ever going to use fertilizer, Mr. Fullerton?" 
 
 "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 lime 
 a little time to work. Next Summer when I am putting in a second and third 
 crop on the same ground I shall probably use blood and bone or bone meal. Don't 
 misunderstand me, I think chemical fertilizers 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. There 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 fertilizer 
 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 culti- 
 vation 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, they wall have farms again." 
 
 "We're glad to hear you speak that way Mr. Fullerton, for the fertilizer men 
 all thought you were down on them and felt pretty sore about it." 
 
 " Give them my love and tell them they are the best thing that ever happened, 
 only they are working the game the wrong way. They think by selling a man 
 two tons where he needs one they are doing great work. Let them study the sub- 
 ject 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. Fullerton, 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 eighteen inches apart), 
 while Ted with the Planet Jr., cultivated all of acre number three 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 cultivating, 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'w'histling 
 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 riui 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 number three was ready for Mike and the horses. 
 It did not need plowing, so he went over it with the horse cultivator five times, 
 with the leveler three 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 two 
 hours had the entire patch planted with onions, carrots, peas, beans and sugar 
 beets, seventy-six rows each I'il feet long. The rows were as straight as a die, 
 the drill did not check once, in fact, no one-hundred-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 (w^hich no doubt saved their lives during the 
 drought of May) and we wood-ashed them. The second planting on acre number 
 seven 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," w^as the rejoinder. 
 
 This crop was entirely satisfactory, the soil had been heavily sown with ashes, 
 and when the peas were about four inches high, more ashes were sown along the 
 rows, then the little Planet Jr. plow attachment 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 anthracnose (so-called bean rust), and to guard against it had 
 sprayed them with Bordeaux. The vines were superb, laden with pods and al- 
 most 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 number seven, 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 off this place if it takes a leg." 
 
In six more days they were wood-aslied and hilled-up like the peas; in another 
 two weeks they were Bordeauxed again. The yield was perfect; lieans in alnind- 
 ance, and while the other plantings had received as many applications of Bor- 
 deaux we feel they need it when very small, as this disease must be prevented; 
 it cannot be cured. This patch one hundred and twenty-seven feet long and 
 twenty-nine feet wide, yielded twelve and one-half 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 fourteenth of June we women folk were picking peas for shi])ment, 
 while INIike was preparing acre number ten for sweet potatoes. It recpiired much 
 cultivating and leveling to get it into anything like 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. 
 
 "O, 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." 
 
 "O 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, caidiflower, Brussels sprouts, 
 tomatoes, celery and lettuce from Maryland. They were taken from the basket 
 carriers, spread upon the cellar earth floor, and thoroughly s]:»rinkled. 
 
 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 on 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 
 helping. 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 right at hand — score number two 
 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 head. The oatmeal water keeps the stomach in just the proper 
 condition. It does not look pretty to drink, and some of them at first refused it. 
 I noticed, however, every hot day thereafter came the request for oatmeal-water. 
 On that same day the diary says: 
 
 "Grasshoppers appeared to sit upon the sweet p'tater vine. Turkeys now 
 the only thing lacking." 
 
 That day about 3,500 sweet potato plants went out. The next day dawned 
 with warm heavy showers; the men worked as best they could between them 
 finishing the sweets, while Mike cultivated fodder corn. In the afternoon John 
 and Ted set out 1,800 celeriac on acre number one by the house and in the seed- 
 bed swale, and about 400 tomatoes in the orchard, again filling up gaps. The 
 plants were all fair looking specimens, but none equal to home-grown. Still we 
 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. 
 
Real Sweet Potatoes and plenty of them 
 
 
 
 
 Sweet Potato vines in early Summer 
 
Mike came to Mr. Fullerton and said in a whisper: 
 '^'%h "I get up early to-morrow and plant those sprouts. I no believe in work 
 Sunday, but can't be help, those sprouts must be plant or they die." 
 
 "All right, Mike. I am glad you spoke, for Mrs. Fullerton 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, regardless 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. 
 
 We made a little motto for ourselves this year. 
 
 "Raise 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 ram- 
 pant upon them. And the celeriac? Covered with blight. 
 
 The next week one of our neighbors dropped in to see us and he said: 
 
 "Three years ago I did not have time to sow any celery seed, so I ordered some 
 plants from a Maryland 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 known! Ours came from the same 
 place and we not only have celery blight but cabbage louse and black rot, and it 
 is\spreading over the whole farm at a most appalling rate." 
 
 "It's a crime!" I exclaimed. "Why does the Government allow it, when no 
 nurserj^ is allowed to send out stock unless it is inspected. This is worse than 
 San Jose scale. It means bankruptcy." 
 
 "Why, I've heard since that these big growers' places have 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," said our neighbor. 
 
 "It's a burning shame," I said. "A brand new place like this covered with 
 blight the first year!" 
 
 "Well, if spraying and hand picking will check it," said the Senior Partner, 
 "it won't get into the soil. And if hard and persistent work will prevent it, I 
 am sure our beloved 'Peace and Plenty' will be exempt from further trouble." 
 
 June twenty-sixth saw seventy-seven heads of lettuce oft' for New York, 
 crisp, firm, fresh and delicious, packed in paraffin paper ready to be eaten the same 
 day. That's what New York needs, fresh vegetables that have not been on the 
 road a week. 
 
 Our own cauliflower and cabbage seedlings in the seed-bed were well along 
 by this time. They were planted June fourth and were making sturdy growth 
 for a late crop. Cabbage worms were after them however, so Paris Green and 
 Bordeaux were kept upon them. Frequent cultivatings with the Planet Jr. 
 (Ted loved to run through them just before he put the implement away) kept 
 them growing steadily and helped develop a fine root system. 
 
 Some pigs had been ordered in the early summer, but failed to arrive. We 
 knew their value as consumers of refuse and providers of fertilizer, besides making 
 a good winter provision. One (a Chester white) out of the four finally arrived on 
 the twenty-third and was promptly named "Eventually." A week later a black 
 Berkshire came and being promised to the wee one she named her "Violet." 
 These seemed all the dealer could procure for us, so our good friend of the apple 
 orchard sent two Poland Chinas. Hope named hers "Rosebud," while mine 
 assumed the name of "Ceedee" in honor of our good friend. 
 
 Early peas were taken out on the twenty-eighth and Mike prepared the patch 
 in the same manner as he pursued with the spinach patch. The pea vines, by the 
 way, were put into the compost heap, for this is one of the plants well worth saving, 
 giving back its accumulated nitrogen as it decomposes. Had conditions permitted 
 the vines woxdd have been plowed under, but the ground was too rough 
 for that. 
 
Celery was planted on a portion of the space, while endive and turnips occupied 
 the balance. Endive was planted again, because the first sowing, lacking sufficient 
 cultivation, had run up to seed. Three men and a rheumatic on thirteen acres. 
 We should have had a man to the acre to handle the crops properly. A pretty 
 expensive proposition you will say; not for a market gardener who raises three and 
 four crops a year on every inch of grountl. Ask any good one and see. You will 
 say, "Well, why didn't you have them if you needed them." For two reasons, 
 we had no shelter and we were proving what a man could do with a small amount 
 of help, and, just as the other man would find, some things would l)e left undone. 
 
 Lettuce and beans 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. 
 
 Ted found time in the evenings to work on the shower bath we had long in- 
 tended for the men. A space beside the engine was partitioned off, cement floor 
 laid on a slant, pipe connections made and a spray attached. This was thoroughly 
 enjoyed by the Englishman, but Italian and American natures seemed to "dodge." 
 
 The last day of June found us preparing to fill acre eight with cabbage and 
 cauliflower from our own seed-bed. July first fell on Sunday, a second one des- 
 tined to be a work day. Early morning inspection 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, "passed" them with Paris Green. It took us some time to 
 quite understand this phrase of his: 
 
 "Mr. Fuller' I think best I pass cauliflower to-morrow, what you think — 
 of course you boss," with a shrug of the shoulders. 
 
 We finally gathered that he wished to spray the cauliflower. 
 
 The last time I saw him I said: 
 
 "Mike, how's the cauliflower?" 
 
 "My gaw! Miss Fuller' I pass them eleven time and they no good, I never 
 see such worms." And his eyes snapped with true Italian fire. 
 
 This same Sunday 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 worst. They must all be dead." 
 
 And a sorry looking sight they were; celery, more sweet potatoes and late 
 cabbage. These plants had been ordered of a Long Island nurseryman who said 
 he could sujiply us. Irony of fate! They were from the same Maryland grower I 
 
 The following day foreboded rain, so the entire farm turned out to plant. 
 By no means least among the number were the wee ones. The procession moved 
 like this; Mike and Buckeye making a furrow, Ted following drawing a plank to 
 smooth the top a bit, LTncle Roger making dibble holes, John and Walter sorting- 
 out the })lants that might possibly grow, Hope with a basket of ])lants upon her 
 arm dropping one at each hole, Eleanor placing the plant in the hole and ^Nlike 
 coming after and firming them, the Junior Partner marking each row, while the 
 Senior Partner with a camera made the scene a ]>art of history. It was 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 
 498 drumhead cabbage in twenty-five minutes. The small ones grew pretty tired 
 but did not desert until the last plant was in. Rain came and we were all glad 
 the good work had been accomplished. 
 
 Blight was spreading fast, aided and abetted l\v continued damp, warm weather. 
 It kept two men busy "passing" the various crops. 
 
 On the third, melons were ready to be thinned and radishes pidled from the 
 hills. They had fulfilled their mission and strange to relate many were still in 
 fine marketable condition; from the field we sorted 1,''200 as fine as heart could 
 desire. 
 
 The fourth could not pass without some celebration and a case of fireworks 
 made the little ones long for evening. Big ones enjoyed the day as it passed. 
 A diminutive cannon gave the grown-up boys much pleasure and the national 
 salute of twenty-one guns echoed from the surrounding hills. 
 
Target practise has always been our "fourth" habit, for I think a woman 
 slioukl know how to shoot as well as a man. A target was placed in the swale 
 to the south of the barn; we took our turns using revolvers. ]Mike and I took 
 honors, while for the sake of my sex I must say I led, lint the shots showed all of 
 us would have "winged our man." Shot guns 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. Old Uncle had a glorious time 
 but most of his shots went wild. I have no doubt the contest was a good thing; 
 the melon patch was let severely alone. The evening's display w^as a delight to 
 all and although our neighbors had been invited, but few appeared. 
 
 On the sixth, 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 ninth of July was one such with the Railroad Farmer. Everything was dead 
 wrong from the time he arose; w'hen a young chicken having escaped from the 
 chicken yard got into the seed-bed, that was the "dead wrongest." A dive for 
 the chicken, a catch of the foot in some huckleberry roots and the Farmer lay 
 prone. The knee had Iseen wrenched and then began three 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 dulibed him: 
 
 "Old ]Mr. Micklejohn, had a leg of hickory on." 
 
 Several days later Aunt Sophie, who had been steadily growing lazier, about 
 decided she had had enough of country life, so, much to Uncle Roger's disgust, we 
 sent them back to the city. 
 
 "Why I's just gettin' my hand in, boss, and I likes it powerful; but Sophie 
 she always does this yere way." 
 
 Three 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 was tormenting the life out of us, spreading day by day, from 
 sprouts to cabbage, from cabbage 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 very scarce this year. 
 
 Eleanor and I were walking down the middle road one afternoon w^hen a 
 ladybug happened to light on her stocking. She looked down and said in her 
 sweet baby voice: 
 
 "Why, you cunning thing, 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 saying 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 clumps of second growth 
 chestnut. If you had told me there were groups of se^'en and eight all a foot to a 
 foot and a half through, I would not have believed you." 
 
 "Our trees themselves are not only w^onderful to me, but the vast variety is 
 astounding. Years ago the sea captains brought home trees and shrubs from for- 
 eign ports and many of them are now native to the Island. I know a forest of 
 Japan maples, swamps where magnolia trifolia grow, while foreign evergreens 
 seem especially happy here," replied Mr. "Micklejohn." 
 
Upon further examination of cabbage and cauliflower affected by blight, 
 we found in nine cases out of ten root maggot had been at work. This pest is a 
 difficult one to fight, but bisulphide of carbon injected l)y the root will kill them, 
 while sulphur or wood ashes in the drill will keep them out. 1 nmst confess we 
 felt better, I would much rather fight an insect than a disease 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 
 e^'ery 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 around. A small amount of manure was spread because 
 being near the tower some soil from the 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 cnit of a sealed package. Thus does the farmer 
 labor against great odds. 
 
 With the exodus of Aunt Sophie and Uncle Roger, we were left with but three 
 hands and crops coming in faster and bugs growing thicker every day. 
 
 On the eighteenth 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 
 sixty cents a ton. This, of course, had to be unloaded. Mike succeeded in getting 
 two Italians, who proved on their arrival not to be agriculturists but Neapolitans. 
 They marched up to our wash-stand 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 pro- 
 tecting it from rain storms; then into the dairy to pile stumps for Dynamiter 
 Kissam, who, working alone, had blown one hundred the first day, having j^repared 
 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 Satur- 
 day 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. 
 
 "O no, Mr. Fuller', I not afraid; I had three year Italian fencing school. 
 They know me." 
 
The Long Island "Home Hamper" 
 A "Farm to Family Fresh" creation at No. 1 
 
The nineteenth was marked in many ways. First and foremost we picked 
 the first tomato, a beautiful hirge smooth Earhest 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 packed our first "home hamper." 
 
 For years the Railroad Farmer has been convinced that there is a ready market 
 for produce shipped direct to the consumer. A crate or hamper filled with vege- 
 tables 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. This 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 six children; one a baby of six 
 months, the oldest fourteen years, and she is twenty-eight. She was too sick to 
 work, therefore after having a doctor see and prescribe for her, I sent her home 
 with strict injunctions to rest all she possibly could. 
 
 A regular cloud-burst occurred on the twenty-first with sharp lightning and 
 heavy thunder near by. 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 
 extremely 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 twenty-third, finding them medium sized, nearly 
 round, shallow-eyed, flecked with carmine and a delicious "eater." At this season 
 forty 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. 
 Weigh one 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 twenty-seventh 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 years. 
 
 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 be- 
 come 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 neigh- 
 bor Tesla at his "wireless" station. Their names were Antonio Bignoni, Martino 
 Luliccio and Pedro Centre. 
 
They made for themselves a bimk in the worksliop aTul a cook house along the 
 eastern fence. They are quiet, content, polite and faithful, and are still with us. 
 They learn cjuickly 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 twenty-eighth the diary says: 
 
 "The entire farm is this day thoroughly cultivated"; and as that was Saturday, 
 a sense of rest natiu'ally pervaded the entire farm family. In fact one of the things 
 that struck me most forcibly this summer was everyone's enjoyment of Saturday 
 afternoon after mid-summer. No picking and packing to attend to, just getting 
 to rights for the Sabbath and cultivating 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 alw^ays filled clearing the liarn 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 experts 
 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 seventh was 
 set as the date, eleven months and a day from their last visit, when they had 
 begged us not to attempt the proV)lem. 
 
 A hint from the diary for August first is as follows: 
 
 "We picked and packed one bushel of wax and three-quarters of a bushel of 
 green pod stringless beans, beautiful in color and form, and so tender and brittle it 
 was difficult to handle them." Well I remember them, for they were the first 
 pick from the third planting and w^e 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 eleven 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 number three, John drilled in red top and Aber- 
 deen turnips, Ted cut the lawn and trimmed up borders," which shows what a 
 truly remarkable soil this is. 
 
 The sixth was spent in preparing for the morrow's distinguished visitors. 
 The day being clear they were to feast in the open upon the farm products. Ted 
 also drilled in some spinach between the rows of corn on acre number two, the 
 "intensive plot." This was the fourth crop on this land in one year without 
 fertilization. "There's many 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' drought of this Fall. 
 
 The seventh was "made a purpose for us." Warm, west wind, overcast, 
 just the day to make city chained men glad to be in the country. Our guests 
 arrived at noon; a short survey of the farm from the house plot and they sat down 
 to dinner on the lawn by the fountain under the shade of our rescued trees. I 
 give you pictorially the menu 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 I may take you with us again after dinner on a tour of the farm I will try 
 to show you what they beheld. 
 
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The lawn more beautiful than ever, while oxalis in bloom about the trees, 
 roses, sweet peas and coboeas and other vines climbing upon the fence, porch and 
 tower; gladiolus in clumps and the nasturtium root pile a blaze of gorgeous blos- 
 soms. 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 govern- 
 ment plot to the turn in the drive. Along the chicken yard fence rich red gladioli 
 are in their prime, attracting a flock of humming lairds, while the vegetable flower 
 garden shows scarlet runners, cardoon of tropical growth, and peppers that I 
 doubt can be excelled anywhere, and borage, self-sown, in bloom of blue. 
 
 The summer radishes and lettuce are thriving remarkably, while corn is in 
 tassel beside the cottages. 
 
 Beets with their rich foliage, erratic onions (which, by the way, several were 
 delighted to help themselves to) and cabbage. Let us pause here a moment. 
 Mike had brought one in during dinner measuring with its leaves still on, forty- 
 two inches in diameter. The exclamation arose, "How did you do it, Fullerton? 
 You certainly must have set up nights with that fellow!" 
 
 "There are plenty more in the field," he replied, but they were hardly con- 
 vinced. 
 
 Here before us is a patch containing many of equal size, while the entire growth 
 is way above the average. 
 
 "My goodness, 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 they 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 jingo, Fullerton, that's alfalfa, isn't it.^*" exclaimed one w^ho 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 
 stviffin' 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, w^e 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, shortness of stalk and luxuriant growth 
 appealed to any man 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 whillicaiis!" exclaimed a third, "where did you get this?" as we came 
 to the Virginia horse tootli. "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 twelve 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 ten 
 cents." 
 
 "How much dynamite did it take?" asked one. 
 
 "A half a pound," was the reply, "and time enough to affix the cap and charge 
 the stump." 
 
 "Are you going to clear number two the same way, Mr. Fullerton?" asked 
 one guest. 
 
 "Ten acres are cleared, the dynamiter 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 seventy we are considering a plan to reforest and grow railroad timber. 
 A thirty-foot fire strip to check the annual burn-over permitted by thoughtless 
 or careless owners, will be cleared all around 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. W^e 
 think of planting European larch, and will blow a hole to plant them in. Of 
 course these trees want a protection of undergrowth just as all forest trees require, 
 so we will do no clearing," said the Farmer. 
 
 "What do you 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 under- 
 growth and roots, so Charlie and I went over into the woods yonder and inserted 
 a quarter of a pound at a forty -five degree angle about two feet below the surface. 
 She tore up a hole two and a half to three feet in diameter, leaving perfectly pul- 
 verized soil fully two 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 daj^ at a cost of $12.12. W'e think Black Judson powder would do 
 just as well and 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 potatoes delight the hearts of Southerners and Westerners. 
 Sunflowers, two long rows of them, which John and Mike had planted quickly one 
 day, making a dent with the heel, drojjping the seed and pressing the earth over 
 
"Home Hamper" fillers 
 
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 
 filling 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 vege- 
 tables 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 believing," and his tour of the farm drew from him a frank and 
 delighted acknowledgment 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 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 eighth the diary says: 
 
 "Packed two crates fancy tomatoes, two home hampers, two bushels of 
 lima beans, ten dozen ears of corn, and two 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 "four-quart" baskets, six 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 cab- 
 bages were thoroughly sprayed. Such was the packing required of Number One 
 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 
 ninth is fair: 
 
 "Mike Bordeauxed 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 hot-house 
 weather. The morning of the tenth 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 Number One, August 10, 1906. 
 "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 Number One have certainly 
 
been alMionnal and lately the a.stoun(lin<;- change in vegetable growth, showing in 
 a most marked manner jirobably beeanse of one day's absence caused by hosi)ital 
 visit on account of my ball and socket joint knee, made me feel that details should 
 be recorded for your log book of Number One. 
 
 "The blight imported with celeriac from big commercial plant growers has 
 extended to fine, healthy cauliflowers. Number One, grown from seed. In spite of 
 almost daily personal attention and care there is hardl\' a head of either cabbage 
 or cauliflower planted on acre number one 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 Jilight. The long continuing 
 overcast Turkish-bath weather has sent the shallots into a weedy-like growth re- 
 sembling 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 discharged foreman of one of our American seedsmen 
 who carried out exactly the same methods of revenge ])ursued 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 vege- 
 tables. Corn, of course, is supremely happy. In the cabbage patch acre number 
 two 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 nuist be cut and shipped 
 immediately in order to pull out all we can. The carrots, both first and second 
 planting, are paying beautifufly. The shell beans, although as erratic in growth 
 and set as elsewhere according to rejjorts throughout the United States, show 
 freedom from anthracnose and other blights, because of continual and early use of 
 Bordeaux. Turnips planted July twentieth 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 peculiar- 
 ity. The frost touched golden l)antam 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 fourth show in even 
 and very nearly straight rows. Sprouts in acre number six 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 browaiing, which is strik- 
 ingly prevalent in every section of Long Island and I should judge throughout the 
 United States from reports in the papers. Beans on acre number three would be 
 fine specimens in the best bean season ever known. This is beyond question 
 entirely due to Bordeaux applied as soon as plants ajjpeared. Onions j)lanted 
 June thirteenth on acre number three 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 number two. The 
 cabbage set out in acre number three 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 transplantings have 
 helped out broken row\s, are growing thriftily and look somewhat like a well kept 
 market-garden. Turnips planted on acre number two 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 to 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. 
 
Fine Tobacco at both \o. 1 and No. i 
 
The set is superb, the bees are marvelously thick and the melons are filhng out 
 large and shapely. The assorted l^lighted 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 number 
 one'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 Government plot both haricot 
 beans and lawn 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 number four, the trees are making superb growth. Crimson clover well 
 nigh covers bare places. Tomato plants are most disheartening, besides the loss 
 of at least eighty-five per cent, of the set crop, the wet weather is rotting the plant 
 itself so that from the present outlook ninety per cent, 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 seven 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 twenty-ninth 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 ap- 
 parently keeping in style by rotting from the ground up. 
 
 "We life partners have in going over acres eight, nine and ten imbibed a vege- 
 table mint-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 possibly see. Occasionally 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 precautions 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 splendidly. 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 freciuent showers and downpours, we have certainly 
 demonstrated the necessity for frecpient 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 spray man 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 the work, 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 Number One. W^e imported a great number of insects in various forms 
 and certainly two 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 reason took extraordinary precaution with 
 two varieties of potatoes we received showing a mysterious, inip()ssil)le to locate, 
 disease which caused us to destroy a very large number of them. — Yours truly, 
 H. B. Fullcrton, 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 disappeared for the season. They are the most difficidt things to 
 kill one can find, while their young are the terror of all gardeners. These beetles 
 lay their eggs just under the soil, the yovuig, a worm, bores into the stem of the 
 vine and promptly kills it. The melons were sprayed w^ay beyond the time that 
 is considered safe, in order to kill the beetle if possible, but nothing seemed to avail. 
 
 On the eleventh, ^Ir. Peters came, his heart seemed wrapped up in that melon 
 field, he sjjied 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 follow'ing applications. Going across the 
 field from East to West and taking three rows at a time, this brought each test 
 upon each variety of melon. 
 
 1st three rows lime and tobacco stems steeped. 
 
 2nd three rows tobacco stems steeped. 
 
 3rd three rows slug shot. 
 
 4th three rows ashes and kainit. 
 
 5th three 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, twenty-six days after plant- 
 ing the seed. 
 
 On Monday, the thirteenth, the day and date being propitious, John was sent 
 out to mow the alfalfa. It was twenty-six 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) 1673 lbs. 
 
 Northwest quarter (uninoculated) 726 lbs. 
 
 Southeast quarter (seed inoculated) 41G lbs. 
 
 Southwest quarter (soil and seed inoculated) 377 lbs. 
 
 Total 3192 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 wdndrows. The next 
 morning early it was spread, and in an hour being dry but not crackly, w^as tied 
 into bales of about twenty-five pounds' weight and taken to the barn. Here it 
 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 1371 lbs. 
 
 It is cured to perfection, the leaves remaining on while 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-ap- 
 pearance of golden bantam corn. It was absolutely useless to put any other 
 variety on the table as long as this little gem lasted. 
 

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 Sea Kale — earlier than asparagus 
 
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 Venetian Squash — finest of all squashes 
 
 'Angel Hair" Citron — a Spanish gem 
 
In the Senior Partner's phraseology, "it's the earHest, ugliest, smallest, 
 sweetest corn that grows. If yon once taste it yon won't want any other." 'Tis 
 extremely yellow, therefore not popnlar with tradesmen, but a decidedly good 
 crop for home hampers. 
 
 Italians were sent into the tomatoes to pick every morning now, for it required 
 two and sometimes three of us a good part of the day packing various products. 
 Many a morning they have brought in fifteen to eighteen 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 fifteenth. Glad we were to 
 hear it, for we were anxious to have more people see and believe the stories 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, 
 eggplant, 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, fifteen pounds, beets, carrots, onions, 
 and peppers. 
 
 The Farmer was particularly anxious to see the assistant postmaster and for 
 a greeting had arranged 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, Mrs. Fullerton, 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 maximum and minimum thermometers are housed). "O, 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 
 
 For some time the children declared, "we took the weather out" every morning 
 when the thermometers were read. 
 
 The "little birthday excursion" (for it was the Farmer's birthday) numbered 
 ninety-four and we felt as though the good news would travel far when they left 
 the farm. 
 
 I was showing some friends over the j^lace 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 seed 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 fangled 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 Number 
 One 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 pictvu-e 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 seven 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 them. 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. 335 bunches, 
 twelve 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 forty-six by sixty-seven feet 
 and yielded, all told, 485 bunches or 5,820 perfect carrots. 
 
 I think August twenty-second 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 celery) 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 two hours, Tony all day spraying cauliflower, cabbage and 
 sprouts with Bordeaux and Paris Green. 
 
 "Sorted, washed and packed twelve crates tomatoes (1,200), three barrels 
 corn (650 ears), one crate corn (72 ears), one basket summer squash (36), one 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 two hours, brought in two 
 bushels and one wheelbarrow load of squash in forty minutes." 
 
I niifiht insert here the "crate incident." On the seventeenth day of July 
 a half car-load of packages in "knock down" shape arrived, they were stacked up 
 by the barn and everyone except ]\Iike exclaimed: 
 
 "Where do you intend to store them all winter; they will last a coujjle of years." 
 
 "Ono, ^Ir. Fuller', you need more than him tiiis 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, crojis are spoiling for want of them." But 
 many barrels alas, are lying empty! 
 
 Kale had been shipped two days previously, the plot thirty-one by thirty-nine 
 feet yielded 355 heads, the last shipment filling three barrels. The kohl-rabi, 
 from seed from North China, yielded 144 roots and the space occu])ied by them 
 after being set out was thirty-one by fourteen feet. These "rabis" differed in 
 no way from the kind usually raised here as far as we could see. 
 
 The night of the twenty-second 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 "F^illerton 
 luck" did not hold good. 
 
 Endive w^as 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. 
 
 "F'ullerton luck" l)rought a thunder storm the next night so there was nothing 
 to do but spray again the following day. We went 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 turning black and yellow with blight, insects so thick they positively looked 
 crowded. 
 
 "W^hat 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 five 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. 
 
 "Mali gall, Mes Fuller' we pass this field about eight times already and two 
 times be enough. This the 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 until dry. 
 
 "Mike, tell the Italians to dig a hole here and bury that stuff," said the farmer. 
 He w'atched operations closely and when they had tossed in a good layer of leaves 
 he had them sjiread it thick with lime, another layer of leaves, again lime, until 
 all were safely interred. I have no doulit 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 jilants are laden, but the louse has 
 discolored them so badly they would not pay for the picking. The plants average 
 one 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 twelve to 
 thirty cents a quart. I guess I won't figure what we might have made for there 
 is no use crying over spilled milk and w^e 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, there- 
 fore 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 w^arm 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 tenth and crimson 
 clover was broadcasted and harrowed in. It came up in four 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 sixteen 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 twenty-seventh, 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 thirtieth endive was ready to gather. Those that had been tied (and 
 they must be well grown before tying) 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 immedi- 
 ately 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 
 let's 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 eight 
 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 after- 
 noon 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, Mr. 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 construction. 
 
 "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 unexpected 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. 
 
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Our "Biggest Girl" and Japan's Biggest Radish 
 
 Autumn 
 
 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 ship- 
 ments; 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 second 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 gab, yes, Miss Fuller', we ship forty-one 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 recoi-ds "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 sixth and the diary records: 
 
 "Washed and picked six barrels of cabbage, eleven bushels of endive, also 
 some carrots and beets." 
 
Tony showing- the greatest apLitiide for market-gardening, was given the 
 more particnhir work and he soon took John's phice in lieli)ing Mike with the pack- 
 ing. Walter, the boy, had become qnite proficient in many ways, and for a hid of 
 fourteen shows good signs of a budding farmer. 
 
 On the sixth the Assistant United States Agrostoh)gist visited the farm to 
 see the alfaU'a. 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 tlic roots and seeing the nitrogen nodules, that Long Island virgin soil 
 must contain the needed bacteria, for the largest nodules found were on the un- 
 inoculated 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 tenth records the shipment of five crates of melons, and from that time on 
 we could not compete with the field, the yield was too great. The j^rophecy held 
 for them came true, they were not as sweet as we had hopetl, but like cauliflower 
 this was an off year, entirely too wet and really good melons were as "scarce as 
 hens' teeth." I give you here a letter to Mr. Peters on the subject: 
 
 " WadingjRivcr, Long Island, N. Y., 
 "Scptemher 10, 1906. 
 "Mr. Ralph Peters, Pres., Long Island City. 
 
 "Dear Sir: — The weather, which sent the thermometer down to forty and even a trifle below 
 night after night, held np onr 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 numbers. 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 to 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 vine, 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 muti- 
 lated skin coverings. At the Delaware Water Gap 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, 
 
 "H. B. Fullerton, 
 
 l"Special Agent." 
 
 On' the eleventh "we two" went to the farm for the night, for the following 
 day w^e 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 three years to 
 raise alfalfa at our dairy 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 
 
Alfalfa: its nitrogen nodiiled roots and bagging soil to furnish 
 our neighbors bacterial inoculation 
 
had grown to fifteen and one-half feet, with the ears, seven and eight feet from the 
 ground. 
 
 A six-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 seventeenth and much time was con- 
 sumed in making ready. A httle 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 sixteenth 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 eleven first prizes, six 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, mangles, sugar beets, 
 pe-tsai, and sakurajima, potatoes, sweet and white, cabbage, sprouts and peanuts, 
 alfalfa, millet, corn, sorghmn 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 commer- 
 cial 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 re- 
 peated. No one who heard or saw it as I have tried to relate 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 ten 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 raising melons 
 in another state and the quantities used are for one acre. 
 
 "In the Fall is spread twenty tons of stable manure free of stalks and straw 
 (this w^ould equal thirty to forty tons of ordinary manure). 
 
 "1000 pounds high grade Carolina phosphate rock. 
 
 "300 pounds high grade sulphate of potash. 
 
 "This is harrowed in and I sow twelve to fifteen quarts of crimson clover 
 to be plowed under in April. I then sow 1000 pounds complete fertilizer (formula 
 two per cent, nitrogen and four per cent, phosphoric acid and ten per cent, 
 potash)." 
 
 This surely dwarfs ten tons strawy manure into insignificance. 
 
 The second morning 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 acciuiesced. 
 
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"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 lie 
 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 reciuested a showing from the farm, 
 sending us entry blanks for competition. We were glad to help and filled out the 
 blanks with twenty entries. As this took place during the Riverhead Fair week, 
 the Senior Partner left me late one evening, drove the twelve 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 fifty 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 ISIineola 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 
 
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start in at once. Here's the name of the man we bought everything from in the 
 way of fertihzer, 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 complimentary 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 w^alking across the grounds 
 with a large yellow potato hugged lovingly against a black silk dress. To quote 
 Kipling, "it showed up like a ripe banana in a smoke house." 
 
 It w^as particularly fascinating to watch the interest showai in the various 
 varieties. Without a doubt the one bale of alfalfa, together with the photographs 
 picturing the w^ork in the field from inoculation of seed up to and including the har- 
 vest, caused more comment than anything else there. Interest in it w^as shown by 
 young and old, and in fact the younger men seemed the most eager to kno v how 
 to grow" it successfully. 
 
 A lad of about eighteen became so engrossed in it and the other farm products, 
 that he spent a whole morning in the. building; while a boy nearer fourteen 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. 
 
 Women, of course, showed more interest in "garden sass," especially in the 
 martynias, large radishes, including the twelve pound Sakurajima and the Pe- 
 tsai. Request after request was made for the names "written down so I won't 
 forget" and I doubt not many little gardens wull grow them next year. 
 
 One gentleman spent much time over the exhibit, went away and returned 
 shortly, with two companions. They passed silently around noting every detail 
 and finally, one of them broke forth: 
 
 "They've got Jersey beat to death!" 
 
 That was a drought of nectar to we "book farmers." 
 
 Ted became indignant many times a day at the remark that the sixteen 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 grew 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 River- 
 head 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 eliildren, are ensconced in the ])ortal)le 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 heaj)s all around, a frost come, 
 I light liim, 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 tenth the Farmer went to the farm with some \ery important i)hoto- 
 graphic work in hand. He had scarcely stei)ped foot upon the place when, as 
 he says: 
 
 "I got uneasy and told ^like to call the men in from the dairy and pick every 
 tomato, i)ean 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 forty bushels; this with the ])revious 
 one bringing the yield up to 51 bushels. 
 
 Virginia horse tooth not only reached the desired height of sixteen feet, but 
 went two feet higher and has also matured. The yield in Indk of forage is tre- 
 mendous, while the depth of kernel and circumference 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 twelfth. The yield was, of course, 
 a mere handful comi)ared with the first cutting, but the field has held to its reputa- 
 tion 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, calling to mankind to come and liberate its 
 sister acres lying in idle waste and unproductiveness, awaiting but the touch of 
 that magic wand — the hand of man. 
 
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The "Littlest Girl" and an "All-head" Cabbage 
 
 Packing and Shipping Notes 
 and Epilogue 
 
 To the beginner this portion of the business is fraught with as much un- 
 certainty 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 
 tomatoes. 
 
 "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 
 fifty cents and we are getting one dollar 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 we know they'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, which left every day from three to eight bushels of seconds. These 
 could have been disposed of easily in a local market for a reasonable 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 whole- 
 sale 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" scale; 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 handhngs: 
 
 Our products, for instance, would leave the farm at 7 A. M. crisp, tender and 
 fresh; that night at midnight they w^ould 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 twenty-four 
 hours to one 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 absolute- 
 ly 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 under- 
 stand 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 luring 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 jjroducts, such as lettuce, endive, spinach and radishes, should be 
 picked either in the early morning or at nightfall. They should then be si)read 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 
 tremendously. 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. I.ettuce 
 well washed and crisp, saves him further time; in fact, the benefit he derives is well 
 worth a fancy price no matter what the vegetable. 
 
No. 2's "Wickson" Plum, not yet three years old. Peaches that pleased the palates of even the 
 epicurean Oriole. Grapes of superb quality and big yield 
 
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 one hundred "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 enconivuns. 
 
 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 lines 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 most tremendously hard on the commissioners; they still have their 
 place in the world however, for the big car-load 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. x\t one time and at one 
 house turnips sold for sixty-seven cents per barrel, at another house, seven cents 
 per bunch, in crates; this seems to be good proof of the advisability of fancy pack- 
 ing. Tomatoes loose in crates (even though carefully sorted) brought fifty 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 ])aper 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, two and one-half bushels 
 make a barrel; spring radishes should have twelve in a bunch, while the summer 
 varieties require only six. Beets and turnips should have six, eight or ten, accord- 
 ing 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 
 
 Flourishing at Experimental Station No. 1 within a year after clearing commenced 
 
 Name No. of varieties 
 
 Artichoke, Jerusalem .... 1 
 
 Asparagus 1 
 
 Beans, string 8 
 
 Beans, Lima C 
 
 Beets 3 
 
 Borage 1 
 
 Brussels Sprouts 2 
 
 Cabbage 14 
 
 1 
 
 4 
 
 3 
 
 9 
 
 1 
 
 1 
 
 10 
 
 Cardoon . 
 
 Carrot 
 
 Cauliflower. . 
 
 Celery 
 
 Celeriac 
 
 Chives 
 
 Corn, sweet . 
 Cucumbers . . 
 
 Vegetables 
 
 Name No. of varieties 
 
 Eggplant 1 
 
 Endive 3 
 
 Horseradish 1 
 
 Kale 2 
 
 Kohl-Rabi 1 
 
 Lettuce 19 
 
 Martynia 1 
 
 Okra 2 
 
 Onions 4 
 
 Parsnips 2 
 
 Parsley 2 
 
 Peanuts 2 
 
 Peas 3 
 
 Peppers 4 
 
 Pe-tsai 1 
 
 Potatoes, white 10 
 
 Name No, of varieties 
 
 Potatoes, sweet 3 
 
 Pumpkin 2 
 
 Radishes 8 
 
 Rhubarb 2 
 
 Sakurajima 3 
 
 Salsify 1 
 
 Scorzonera 1 
 
 Shallots 1 
 
 Spinach 3 
 
 Squash 5 
 
 Sunflower 1 
 
 Tomatoes 16 
 
 Turnips 4 
 
 Udo 2 
 
 Total 180 
 
 Name No. of varieties 
 
 Apple 10 
 
 Apricot 1 
 
 Blackberries 1 
 
 Cantaloupes ■. . . . 5 
 
 Cherries 4 
 
 Currants 3 
 
 Name 
 
 Alfalfa 
 
 Alsike 
 
 Beets, sugar 
 
 Canada field peas 
 Clover 
 
 No. of varieties 
 
 1 
 
 1 
 
 1 
 
 1 
 3 
 
 Name 
 
 Crocus . 
 
 Fruits and Berries 
 
 Name No. of varieties 
 
 European plums 6 
 
 Gooseberries 2 
 
 Grapes 3 
 
 Japane.se plums 3 
 
 Nectarine 1 
 
 Peaches 6 
 
 Forage 
 
 Name No. of varieties 
 
 Corn, field 2 
 
 Cow peas 1 
 
 Mangle Wurzel 2 
 
 Millet 2 
 
 Oats 1 
 
 Name No. of varieties 
 
 Pears 10 
 
 Quinces 3 
 
 Raspberries 3 
 
 Strawberries 1 
 
 Watermelon 2 
 
 Total 64 
 
 Name 
 
 Rye 
 
 Sorghum . 
 Teosinte . 
 Vetch . . . 
 
 No. of varieties 
 
 1 
 
 1 
 
 1 
 
 1 
 
 Total 19 
 
 Foliage and Flower Plants 
 
 No. of varieties 
 
 Name 
 
 No. of varieties 
 
 Name 
 
 No. of varieties 
 
 Adlumia 1 
 
 Asters 3 
 
 Bessera 1 
 
 Bulbous begonias 4 
 
 Calendual 1 
 
 Calladium 1 
 
 Catalpa 1 
 
 Coboea 1 
 
 Chrysanthemum G 
 
 3 
 
 Cypress vine 2 
 
 Dahlia 3 
 
 Daffodils 3 
 
 Eulalia 
 
 Forget-me-not 
 
 Fuschia 
 
 Geranium 
 
 Gladiolus 
 
 Grass, lawn 
 
 Hollyhock 
 
 Iris 
 
 Lilac 
 
 Lilies 
 
 Nasturtium, dwarf. . . 
 Nasturtium, climbing . 
 Oxalis 
 
 Pansy 6 
 
 Perennial phlox 6 
 
 Privet 1 
 
 Roses 15 
 
 Salvia 
 
 Scarlet runner. . 
 Shrub, scented. . 
 
 Sweet peas 
 
 Sweet William . . 
 Thunbergia. . . . 
 
 Violet 
 
 Wild Cucumber. 
 
 Total 117 
 
 Grand Total 380 varieties 
 
 106 
 
Summary 
 
 Giving data, also conclusions of Broad Gauge Men. 
 
 THE liistory of Twentieth Century Pioneering has been written from a record 
 kept day unto day in two diaries; this record 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 con- 
 clusively 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 fail- 
 ures 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 Number 1 were duplicated not only on Long Island, 
 but throughout the East because of the practically unique atmospheric conditions 
 prevalent during the summer of 1906. 
 
 Commercial fertilizer was not used or experimented with because it was not 
 needed in the virgin soil, whose only 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 long libeled Long Island territory still h'ing 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 thirteen acres, the majority of them intensively, but 
 three men were employed. Again, to show primarily that a small amount of 
 capital would carry on the labor end of market-gardening, also that three men 
 with modern machinery could do what from five to eight experienced hands would 
 accomplish with only the strongest of effort 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 one man with a machine whose first cost as 
 from $7 to $10 and with a life lasting many years, equaled ten 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 suc- 
 cessful 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 di- 
 rect." 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 IshuKl, covers 7.'}!), 117 acres. Of this o\er 40, ()()() are without assess- 
 ment. This non-producing territory consists mainly of beaches and salt meadows, 
 while '■20(),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 ])ay and more than pay for the clearing and the first 
 cost. Practically all of it is al)solutely virgin soil with every recpiisite for raising 
 a high quality and liig yield of flowers, fruits and vegetables. 
 
 Prices of uncleared land vary from $'25 to $1.30 ])er acre. Cleared land, 
 some of it fenced and with dwellings and farm buildings upon it, varies in price 
 from $100 to $'250 per acre. Much of this land is extremely valuable having been 
 kept u]) 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 assiu'ing yearly increase of fertility. 
 
 Every section of Long Island is i-eadily accessible. The narrow island has 
 three divisions of the Long Island Railroad paralleling each other; one on the south 
 shore, one through the central section and one along the north shore, making it 
 practically impossible to locate five miles from the railroad facilities, and much of 
 the unsubdued woodland lies within seventy miles of New York City, the greatest 
 market in the world. 
 
 The Long Island Railroad Company was chartered in 1834, 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 ^'illages and 
 the extreme east end was supplying meat, Avhich 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 
 Island for their country homes. In Colonial days the territory just east of Long 
 Island City was covered by beautiful country places and we were entertaining 
 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 dairj^men exchanged the milk pail for the coupon-cutting 
 scissors. At Glen Cove, between Oyster Bay and Hem])stead, and at Amityville 
 the rapid settlement by the wealthier classes continued and as 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 
 unsubdued. 
 
 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 
 
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range between May and October to be 56 in October and but 71.8 in July. The waters 
 surrounding the island tempering the heat in summer as well as the cold in winter. 
 The records show between 10 to 15 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 record 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 uncontaminated. 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 ditch- 
 ing 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 
 
 1693 1698 1703 1723 
 
 New York State 2,932 17,848 20,749 40,584 
 
 New York City 477 4,937 4,436 7,248 
 
 Long Island 1,432 8,261 9,653 15,650 
 
 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 Genesee 
 valleys' famous farms. 
 
 The average yield per acre from old state records show 
 
 Average yield per acre 
 
 Long Island All other sections 
 
 Corn 35 bushels 28 bushels 
 
 Wheat 19 bushels 14 bushels 
 
 Oats 26 bushels 17 bushels 
 
 Rye 17 bushels 11 bushels 
 
 Barley 28 bushels 16 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 generations 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 ivhen strictly fresh, must perforce be drawn 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 human 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 vege- 
 tables on standard passenger train schedules from growing localities to ['markets. 
 
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In 1906 its special service placed vegetables in the hands of city consumers inside 
 of four hours after they were packed and shippetl from a distance of nearly seventy 
 miles. 
 
 In 1905 the freight shipments of vegetables ))y rail alone amounted to: berries, 
 433 tons; cauliflower, 10,075 tons; ])ickles, '•2(),9()'-2 tons; potatoes, 53,7'-24- tons; 
 requiring 3,'-2.50 freight cars to transport this large yield to market, where the 
 growers secured for potatoes, cauliflower, asi)aragus, cal)bage, celery, etc., etc., 
 prices ranging from ten per cent, to fort.N' per cent, 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 i)er acre ^200 to 400 bushels; average i)rice 75c. 
 per bushel, varying from 50c., when bulk of crop is marketed, to $1.50 and $2 for 
 early and for potatoes kept into the winter. The average gross return ])er acre is 
 $225, cost of production $56.50, net profit $169 per acre. 
 
 CAULIFLOWER. — Long Island alone can grow this delicacy in large quan- 
 tities in the open air, the natural precipitation making this possible. This crop 
 requires care, V)ut protected and l)lanched, its floweret-formed head nets a profit 
 per acre averaging over $200. 
 
 CABBAGE. — Average twenty-two 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 pro- 
 ducer, nets over $400 per acre. 
 
 CELERY. — Long Island grown frequently commands a premium. Net 
 profits vary widely from $300 to $1000 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 thirty years, but good business policy dictates 
 renewal after ten years' cropping. Profitable crop after three years. x\verage 
 yield per acre 2,500 bunches. Value I2V2 to 25c. per bunch. Net yearly return 
 for 10 years averaged ovei^ $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. 
 
 PLUjNIS. — The Japanese varieties thrive marvelously, paying the third year 
 a good margin. 
 
 SMALL FRUITS.— 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. 
 
 CLTRRANTS. — 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. 
 
 STRA\YBERRIES 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. 
 
Long Isliind Cauliflower une((ua]lod elsewhere 
 
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 ex- 
 ceptionally prosperous. 
 
 It is not always possible to see ourselves as others see us, but the case of the 
 Long Island Railroad's Experimental Station Number 1 at Wading River, proves 
 the exception to the general rule as the following extracts from letters written by 
 prominent men will attest: 
 
 August 15, 1906. 
 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. 
 1 was greatly surprised at the character and nature of the soil, especially the 3^2-ioot 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 on 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 profuse growth of corn than you have at the pres- 
 ent 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 
 possibiUties of vegetable and truit 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, 
 
 Editor, The American Agriculturist. 
 
 Orange Judd Co. 
 
 August 16, 1906. 
 All 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 Experiment Station Number 1 
 
 Charles E. Shepard, 
 Editor, Brooklyn Daily Eagle. 
 
 August 15, 1906. 
 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 fertihzer I consider nothing short of marvelous. 
 
 I am especially gratified at the fine 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 produc- 
 tion within two hours' distance of this great market, in a section hitherto considered impossible, should 
 prove a magnificentopening for the dairy interest. 
 
 Col. F. E. Bonsteel, 
 
 Editor, Farming. 
 Doubleday, Page & Co. 
 
 July 22, 1906. 
 You have delivered the goods. Long Island wood ashes and Yankee muscle and brains do work 
 miracles. 
 
 Walter S. Funnell, 
 Editor, Brooklyn Daily Times. 
 
 August 1, 1906. 
 Squashes and cucumbers arrived, melons were great. You are certainly producing the goods. 
 
 Col. a. G. Peacock, 
 Editor, N. Y. Herald. 
 
 August 2, 1906. 
 I expect to indulge in an old-fashioned country dinner when I get home. You are a bigger and 
 a better farmer than Horace Greely ever was. 
 
 John A. Sleicher, 
 Editor, Leslie Weekly. 
 President, Judge Co. 
 
 115 
 
Brooklyn, August i:3, 1900. 
 I was very much surprised to see what a fine lot of vegetables you lunc raised on w hat a|)i)arently 
 was unprochietivc soil. 1 think that the ex])eriiiient made hy the Long Island Railroad w;is a very 
 wi.se one. I have enjoyed watching the progress and development of this undertaking and I feel sure 
 that when the peojjle know how productive the soil is and how comi)aratively easy anil 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. 
 
 Judge Wm. J. Youngs. 
 
 September 17, 190C. 
 The work of the Experimental Station is very interesting and edibl(\ 
 
 Lewis Wiley, 
 Adv. Mgr.,'AVH' )'ork Times. 
 
 September 1,), lOOG. 
 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 and 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 vegetaljles. I think 
 there is an especially good opening in New York for real sugar corn and real lima beans. Y'ou have 
 the advantage and can ct»mniand a higher ])rice for the real thing, which is almost impossible to get 
 in the market or even from tlie fancy greengrocer. 
 
 Wm. Wirt Mills, 
 Editor, A'. Y. Erening Mail. 
 
 August 9, 1906. 
 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 promoters but to the community at large. 
 
 E. G. Sanborn, 
 Editor, The World. 
 
 September 18, 1906. 
 The melons were fine, first-class, in fact, any term implying excellence may justly be applied to 
 them. 
 
 S. W. ("OOPER, 
 
 Editor, Brooklyn Daihi Eagle. 
 
 August 6, 1906. 
 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. 
 
 W'm. Holmes, Jr., 
 Bus. Mgr., A^ }'. Press. 
 
 August 1. 1906. 
 If you are going into the business of furnishing "Home Hampers" I will be able to get 
 you some customers. 
 
 Wm. A. Deering. 
 Adv. Mgr., A^. Y. Sim. 
 
 June 12, 1906. 
 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 availability cf Long Island soil. 
 
 F. Dana Reed, 
 Editor, Brooklyn Daily Eagle. 
 
 September 13, 1906. 
 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 Island soil when given careful treatment, which appears to be essential. 
 
 J. W. Westgate, 
 Asst. Agrostologist, U. S. Dcpt. Agriculture. 
 
 From the standpoint of development one of the most important features of the year's work is 
 the practical demonstration made by the Long Island Railroad Company through neighbor Fullerton 
 and his able assistants that the wild lands oi Sutt'olk may be made to jjroduce 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, dairy farms and every other kind of a farm 
 in a region which has heretofore been left to the uses of the rabbit, the deer and the wild birds. 
 
 — Uncle Jerry Woekers, in The County Review, 
 
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The above are from representative men, and prove conclusively that the Long 
 Island Railroad's Experimental Station Number 1 j^roduced, within one 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 adec^uate 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 by the demonstration that the Island 
 on which we live, and of which we know so little, has in it possibilities which may yet make it the garden 
 and the beauty spot of the entire Atlantic coast, not to say of the whole country. Three quarters 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 indiflfer- 
 ent 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 advantageous- 
 ly begun than this for the new era of agricultural Long Island. Everybody 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 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 demon- 
 stration 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 from 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 perplexing 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 be overlooked in the movement is the close and direct co-opera- 
 tion 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 ad- 
 vantage of those who co-operate 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 incre- 
 ment, 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, commissioners and courts legislate and 
 wrangle over railroad rates, the corporation most directly concerned sets an example by lending its 
 
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capital, its services, and its enthusiasm in promoting- a projcrt wliicii nuist give to its beneficiaries far 
 greater and more permanent advantage tiian it i)ossil)ly can to the raih-oad itself. Mr. Hill, perhaps 
 the ai)lest 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 reasonable to anticipate that what has been done on a large scale and upon thousands of square 
 miles of prairie may be repeated, even more profital)iy. at our own doors and upon the plains of Long 
 Lsland. ,, 
 
 The incident illustrates, again, the old maxim that "tiie Lord heli)s those who help themselves, 
 and that those who are looking for the chance to do something usually arc able to find work close at 
 hand. Perhaps, also, there is a side light on tlie much discussed nnmici])al ownershi]) idea. If anyone 
 believes that the agricultural develo])ment of Long Island could be accomplished in any other way than 
 that by which it has been undertaken, the exp(>riments of municipal bridge operations, of tunnel con- 
 struction, of street opening, and of public buildings, go very far toward (lemonstrating a negative. 
 The corporation and the public are al)undantly able to meet each other half way, at least, in their own 
 interests, and anyone who will take the trouble to study the methods and the policy recognized Ijetween 
 the railroad and the people of the Island will see an excellent illustration of the i)raclieal, common senses 
 way of doing things. Taken in its large sense, the experiment of Long Island, though now in the day 
 of small things, in its very beginning, is one of which a great deal more will be heard wiucii will warrant 
 the careful study and attention of those who undertake to read from events and from social and in<lus- 
 trial 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, Bronkbjn 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 Xo. 2 in 1909 
 
 Aftermath 
 
 IT is now three years since "The Lure of the Land" was written and we are 
 nearing the close of the fourth year of Experimental Station No. 1. 
 These four 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 cultivation 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 element, 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 Montana, 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 has 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 ex- 
 ceptions. The onion yields had been so fine it was deemed wise to plant two 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 nnmbers 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 j)ut 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 was burnt up as fast as it germinated; as for the commer- 
 cial 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 Mike 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, ]\Ir. 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 " 
 he could, and in three days sent the first copy of "The Long Island Agronomist" 
 on its life mission. Every two 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 magnificent crops of corn, potatoes, cucumbers, 
 cauliflower, pumpkin, beets, beans, carrots, rhubarb, onions, Brussels sprouts, fin- 
 ochio, 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 Agriculture. There were but two 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 four times each way, then spring tooth harrow^ed, 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 three times. This is a simple matter for it means 
 
Japanese Udo: a winter luxury. Pe-tsai: the delicate Chinese Cabbage. Witloof 
 Chicory, or Barbe de Capucin: a Belgian Salad 
 
walking up and do\yn the rows, pulling out an occasional weed. The field has been 
 cut twice yielding 1,500 pounds first cutting and ^,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 croj) wherever practicable each year. 
 This Spring the fine tall stand of clover was disked under, and no other fertilizer 
 whate\'er 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 Gibraltar 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 
 Summer'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 'i^ pounds, running from 163^2 to 193^ 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 two 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 eflficient, enthusiastic, willing, faithful, office force) 
 "go into a big pipe dealers 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 are office 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 imported from South Africa and were dread- 
 fully 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 I did, and he was equallj" 
 skeptical about my story, but finally believed me when I told him about the work 
 of the Experimental 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 write to you about them and would 
 not take any pay for mounting this one." 
 
"All right,*" said wo, "a new iiiduslry lor Long Island and another })oint scored 
 for the Experimental Stations and waste land." 
 
 "Sugar pumpkins" and "crazy squash" from Italy are both new and extremely 
 good. Finochio, the Italian salad })lant, grows to perfection and matures a 
 fine crop of seed. These seeds are used nuich in the culinary delicacies of the Ital- 
 ians, while the leaf and stalk are used as flavoring for soups Jind 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 cpiality 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 late frost caught 
 many blossoms, but what fruit there was, was marvelous for size and color. I 
 have never seen such color on peaches and pears; Bartletts, as large and handsome 
 as anything Oregon or California can produce, with a flavor that these places cannot 
 put into fruit no matter what the growers do. The quinces are excellent. Apri- 
 cots and nectarines both set fruit and nearly matured them, then for some unex- 
 plained 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 a sign of San Jose 
 scale, the principal fight is with borer. An emulsion of CarVjolineum, soap and 
 water recommended by Dr. Thorne of the Ohio Experiment Station, w'as used 
 this year with great success. 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 grows 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 
 two 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 recom- 
 mendation we began to think she was prescribing vegetables from "Farm to 
 Family Fresh" instead of medicine). About January 1st we told her that ship- 
 ments 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 wdth the exception of two 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 1) right 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 for Texas, the sore-footed 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 will 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 during the harvest- 
 ing time. 
 
 The third summer a young Rutger's college student worked on the farm 
 
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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 No. 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. 3. 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 two inches of soil." 
 
 Therefore the worst ten acres on the main line were picked out and they lie 
 at Medford, 52 miles east of New York City. In order to obtain 10 acres it was 
 necessary to buy 80, but only ten were cleared and developed as a market garden. 
 
 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 Secore 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 surprise 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 berry 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 Japan- 
 ese 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 rows. 
 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 berry 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 rasp- 
 berries were occupying, 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. 
 
Currauts and gooseberries <i;ave samples the first season, i^reat Inseious berries 
 of very firm quality, and onr theory that this was ])reeniinently a I'rnit 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 ])lanted 
 with Kngiish gooseberries as we had succeeded in raising these berries to perfec- 
 tion, controlling the blight fairly well. We felt sure that earlier and more fretpient 
 sprayings with Bordeaux mixture would give us perfect fruit. 
 
 In the Spring of 1!)()H our hrst i)lantings of berry bushes gave a fine yield, the 
 currants were exceptionally large and hne 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 hoi'ses, "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 
 ha\'e 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 Experi- 
 mental 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 woidd 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 
 standing 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. FuUerton, I will go out on January 1st." 
 
 He did go and in three weeks said he would bring the family and stay per- 
 manently. Consequently a five-room jjortable was purchased and erected to the 
 east of the barn among a few living oaks and jjines. 
 
 The second man was a Belgian, Dominique Boquet, who said he wished to 
 learn American methods before he and his brothers purchased 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 like 
 a trojan. 
 
 As Spring advanced we noticed George Barrett was not keeping up his 
 custonuiry 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 occasional 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 ])ortable 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 who 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. 
 
Homestead and Water Tank at No. 
 
 No. 2's intercropping the first year 
 
But my pen runs too fast! George had been given the farm plan in the late 
 Winter; we always make a farm plan, each plot laid out to certain crops so there 
 can be no excuse for mistakes. Three days of careful verbal explanations ac- 
 companied this plan and the foreman was given the " reasons why " for every detail. 
 
 There was to be no intercropping 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 fol- 
 lowed 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 take on our force a young Norwegian just landed, 
 sixteen 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 howl had 
 gone up about the dynamite method. We succeeded in getting ^ acre cleared 
 free of stumps; this was cut up with a bog rotary harrow, disked and harrowed 
 and planted without any fertilization 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 about 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 house was erected, the soil from the cellar (three to four feet under 
 the surface) spread, some manure forked into it and on June '24th 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 lawn 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 
 tremendously 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 added to their family, "Prosper" 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 l)righter. 
 
 A survey of the farm sent us indoors with long-drawn, thoughtful, faces and 
 the following conference 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. W^e told him 'no intercropping' this year and look 
 at those berries! Potatoes in the raspberries, 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 dis- 
 charged!" 
 
"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 liow to direct tlie 
 work and oversee it hiniseU', he goes ahead and does a staving chiy's work and 
 never sees what the other men are at. Next, the baby is htth' and maybe his 
 wife has upset him some, she has a friglitful temper. Next Dominicpie and Trap- 
 pier who are Socialists and anarchists have probably been 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, to spread and become a ravaging forest blaze, high 
 winds swept it galloping over the country, threatening everything in its way. 
 On July 4tli 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 unal)le to get water, 
 and the irrigation had nearly drained the tank. 
 
 That night our ]Medford 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 5 acres wide. x\ll 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 6th 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 wdien 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, everything 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 was explaining to us continually 
 that everything was done wrong, 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." 
 
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 No. 2's Orchard in 1907 
 
 First year samples of "Pine Barrens" fertility 
 
"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 coukl 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 worse and we concluded she had all she could manage to take 
 care of her four small children. 
 
 Mrs. 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 1908. 
 
 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 — young- 
 sters from Medford — were keeping us busy to superintend, and as each basket 
 (pints for raspberries and quarts for gooseberries and currants) were lined with 
 paraffine paper, it was one person's task to fix the baskets. There were signs of 
 mutiny from George, which were encouraged if not absolutely inspired by his wife, 
 so they were dismissed on August first. 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 con- 
 versations that Dick, the eldest child, had with the Senior Partner showed us that 
 a mistaken idea of prosperity had upset them some time before. 
 
 "Mr. 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 
 "Prospe'. 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 wdfe, for away 
 from her influence he seemed to be a fine fellow. Oh, man is by no means to 
 blame for all the evils of this v.orld! 
 
 The automobile story is too long to dwell upon. Suffice to say the one pur- 
 chased for our use between the farms which is 14 miles by road and 150 by rail 
 was unable to travel in the heavy sandy roads of the little used territory lying be- 
 tween the farms 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 fore- 
 man. He shrank nuich 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 dyna- 
 mite 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. 
 
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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 neces- 
 sary 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, 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 4 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) 1 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 
 extremely 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 conies with our 
 seed now, another inheritance from inbreeding 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 consists of a line of galvanized pipe starting from our main 1 inch 
 in diameter and reduced in about two lengths to ^^ inches. 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 hue of ])ii)e joins tlie .staiuhinl intake pipe, is a movable joint. 
 This permits of the tnrning of the entire Hne of pipe C-iOH feet) so that the water 
 spraying from the tiny nozzk\s may be made to fall at any desired angle. By 
 tnrning the pipe so that the nozzles lie from nearly horizontal to ])erj)en(lieidar, 
 the entire snrfaee of from 2o to 50 feet, aecording to the pressnre of water, will be 
 covered with a fine rain. Then l)y tnrning the ])ipe over to the opposite side 
 another strip is watered in the same way. 
 
 In order to see what the sprayings would do, we used it only on one side of 
 the line of pipe. The first spraying lasted 2}/^ hours, two days later 13^ hours. 
 Then we had onions ])ulbing with the 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 No. 2 this year are superb Pe-tsai 
 (Chinese cabbage). The heads were as solid as rocks and weighed 10 ])ounds. 
 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, presi- 
 dent 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 Ber- 
 muda 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 par- 
 ticularly excellent." Higher praise than this, there is none! 
 
 And so Ave 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 w^e were "book farmers" and upstarts coming to teach us " who have farmed 
 man and boy," how to run our business and who looked on us as an insult to them, 
 have all come or written thanking us for the real aid the farms have been, and now 
 look upon them as their best friend. Need anyone ask now, "Have the Experi- 
 mental Stations paid?" Indeed yes, a thousand fold, in this w^ay at least, if not 
 in money, and they have paid a handsome percent of real money on the investment 
 each year in spite of the great handicap of so much experimental work, a big office, 
 salaried help and the "Agronomist." 
 
 The orchard, this its third year, "did itself proud." One apple, a Yellow 
 Transparent, gave us fourteen 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 l)earer. The Burbanks were not so full of fruit except an occa- 
 sional 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, 
 great, handsome beauties, with the flavor one dreams of but seldom realizes, next 
 
came Carmen, also delicious; then Champion, Belle of Georgia, Crosby, Ever- 
 bearing, 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 — just 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 that speaks much for they competed with old established vines. 
 
 The varieties included Niagara, Delaw^are, 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 fitted 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 cucum- 
 bers, finochio, martynia, okra and Sakurajima radish, together with the superb 
 fruit from the three-year-old trees and grapevines held the centre 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 Experimental Stations 
 have stimulated their ambition. No. 1 won 30 prizes, and No. 2, because 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 w^ere driven al- 
 most 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 pe- 
 culiar 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, w^here 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 w^as all we entered and I was sur- 
 prised 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 last 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 costs by dynamite, and the 
 contract included the following item made at his suggestion, which was, that ten 
 acres should be cleared, the stumps burned, the land plowed, harrowed, and seeded 
 down to rye (we to furnish seed) in 30 days. It is now 60 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 disc 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 htne lived all .summer mainly on one-half acre of alfalfa. A 
 little sngar corn in the fire line, and some of the toj)s of tlie cow peas and soy 
 beans, have completed the <ireen 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 })e increased 
 with but little expense for additional building. The building will be of hollow 
 tile, with stucco surface, all modern fittings; a silo nine feet in diameter with sepa- 
 rate feed and wash-i'ooms. A milk and butter house will be erected near by. 
 This will also be concrete construction antl the floor four feet below the surface of 
 the ground. A'entilators in both buildings will, of course, be installed. The 
 stanchions will be of wood, painted with two coats and a third coat of enamel 
 which will, we feel, make them germ proof. The floor, dropjiing gutter, and feed 
 trough will all be of concrete; iron pipe stall fittings, overhead litter and feed 
 carriers. Windows hinged at the bottom and swinging in will give good ventilation. 
 
 The Farms have lived their simjjle life; they have worked up from the sim- 
 plest outfit including houses, farm implements and small corps of help. They have 
 prospered and "made good" and just as any man starting out in a simple way 
 would branch out when he prospered, so now the Farms are branching out. A 
 manure spreader potato digger, and grain drill have been added to each station, 
 more help for the increased acreage at No. 2, and now a homestead, a real farm 
 cottage is to go up on the homestead plot for our occupancy. No. 2 will re(inire 
 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 enterprise woidd have to gain its market. Customers come to 
 our doors, hotels, restaurants and clubs ask for our ])roduce 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 shipments 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 secure this 
 kind of produce for our entire business." 
 
 A small canner will be in operation at No. '2 next year to put into another form 
 any surplus the farm may yield. Our tomatoes are all carefully sorted and 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 quan- 
 tity 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 pro- 
 ducing) on Saturday. It is not wise to ship this fruit on Monday, but it's espe- 
 cially good to go into preserves, jams and jellies. 
 
 I cannot close without a further allusion to the "Agronomist." At this writing 
 it reaches a circulation of 7,500 and is gratis to anyone desiring it, who writes to 
 the office at Huntington, Long Island. N. Y. 
 
 May we be pardoned for cjuoting from a letter lately received 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 retm-ning humus 
 alone to it, is growing richer and more productive each year, that the farms are 
 adding new good 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." 
 
Vol. Ill, Number 7 
 
 |D I WAOING RIVER ^^-!-" 
 
 N- Z MEOFORD r^^^ \ 
 
 
 October 20, 1909 
 
 |jor\g lslar\d AgroiAomist 
 
 A Fortnightly Record of Facts 
 
 Together With Deductions Based Ipon Natures Practical Demonstrations 
 
 Compiled by Hal B. and Edith Loring' Fullerton 
 Publication office, Huntington, Long' Island, New York 
 
 "I do the very best I know how — the very best I can; anil I mean to keep doing so until the end." 
 
 — Abraham Lincoln 
 
 Current Gleaning.s 
 
 When our food furnishers, one by one, show tliat 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 cur 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 like 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 Island 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 ^^.STS tons of potatoes, cauliflower and cucumbers by 
 freight alone, against lO.S^-l tons handled in September, 1905; and train loads of 
 potatoes and cauliflower 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 on request to anyone, anywhere, without fear, favor or finance 
 
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