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teneetoure 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 the Aftermath, bringing the
story from September, Nineteen Five,
to September, Nineteen Nine
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By EDITH LORING FULLERTON
Author of “‘How to Make a Vegetable Garden”
Editor of “The Long Island Agronomist”’
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Published by
Long Island Railroad Company
Long Island, New York
1909
Copyright, 1909
Long Island Railroad Company
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Engraved and Printed by
Robert L. Stillson Company
122-130 Centre Street
New York
Preface to Second Edition
HE 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
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HEN 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 women, 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
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the Southern States, never before grown in this latitude; the 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 report, made with tested Government thermometers
and rain gauge, and conducted under Government regulations; together with the
photographic record of every step of the work.
These records have at all times been open to the public and have been
inspected by eminent agriculturists in both National and State employ, editors
of many agricultural periodicals, 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 agricultural impetus already beneficial.
It will show a man who is launching in this new business just how much produce
of each certain type was raised on a given space; it has paved the way for him,
made some of his mistakes for him against which he will guard, and given him the
encouragement the beginner sorely needs. Giving to the public these proofs of
the land’s fertility in two County Fairs has materially reduced the Farm’s income,
for the greater part of the force was for three weeks taken from regular operations
that the showing might be as complete and attractive as possible.
It has been said, ““Oh, of course the Railroad hauls everything free of charge
for its own Farm. How can you tell what it would cost an outsider?”” The Farm
has paid freight and express on all its products, both to and from the Farm and
knows just what it would cost another man to do the same thing. It has lived
the “simple life” as far as was possible with the educational work it was created
to accomplish. All supplies were as cheap as true economy would permit, for
nothing is cheap that does not wear well.
In brief, the Farm stands to-day on its first birthday where many men would
place it in ten years or even a lifetime. That others may do likewise, or even
exceed the results in the same brief space of time, goes without saying; that is
simply a matter of personal equation.
EDITH LORING FULLERTON
September 7th, 1906
“Peace and Plenty”’
Long Island Railroad Co.’s
Experimental Station No. 1
Wading River, Long Island
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The “Junior Partner” blowing stumps by battery
Selection and Clearing
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ARLY 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.’”
“T see—and how are you going to prove to the dear public that it was the
worst 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 out.
We traveled the “ Mountain Division,” as the North Shore branch is lovingly
termed, for many days. Our project seemed doomed, for no one would sell a
paltry ten acres; talk about hundreds or thousands or whole farms and they
might listen (but now that is all changed). Finally two plots were located, 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
its; sour
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On August 19 word came that the Wading River plot had been purchased,
and on the 23rd the preliminaries had been settled and we could start work at once.
O days of our Forefathers! Start work in the wilderness a mile and a half from
a drink of water and as good as a thousand miles from anything else. But there
is no greater joy on earth than making something out of nothing and no keener
joy to the masculine partner than to be allowed the privilege of demonstrating
that the so-called ‘waste lands” of the Island he so dearly loves are productive.
Next came conferences in regard to clearing. One thing was certain, the
money expended was as far as possible to be placed in the hands of Long Islanders.
Second, the method of clearing must be the most rapid possible, for Fall was coming
fast and crops must be produced the following Summer.
It was not our purpose to cut off the trees and brush and allow the stumps
to remain six years to rot; nor was it our purpose to attempt to raise partial crops
in the stump land, tearing the life and heart out of man, beast and harness, and
profiting but little.
Thirdly, as the scheme of “ten acres is enough” for a market garden, what
should be done with the remaining eight? ‘‘ Make it into an experimental dairy
and prove that this land is capable of producing 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 ecoachman, who decided that it would be fun to go with us and
sent word to his employer that he would not be home that day. (This we learned
later, for we would not intentionally have robbed our neighbors). We were armed
with an ax, bush scythe, whetstone, snathe. and, last but not least, the lunch
basket. We arrived at the scene of desolation about mid-morning. Frank was
started to work in the northwest corner, while we went about among the good trees,
tying white rags on the ones to be spared the woodman’s ax.
It was evident the house plot must be at the northeast corner, for we hold
firmly to the belief that in clearing land some trees should be left standing for
shade about the home 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 burned trees was left in front of the house site, a few trees indicated the
road, and a smaller grove to the south of the house site gave slight protection
(or should I say future promise of protection) from the hot Summer sun; it also
furnished an excellent place for locating the chicken house and yard.
The next day we succeeded in getting four men, two colored and two white:
Frank and his friend Steve, while the others came from Huntington and Wading
River, respectively. It was an interesting day, while two lunch baskets replaced
the one of the day previous. Was this pioneering?
“Frank, get in here with that bush scythe and trim out this plot where the
house is to go,” said the Senior Partner.
“Yas, sir,” said Frank, whose smile I am sure will never come off as long
as his facial elasticity remains.
A few strokes and the exclamation, “Golly, dis year sweet fern and huckle-
berry am hard ecuttin’.”’
“Well, suppose you sharpen the scythe up and see how she goes.”
“All right, Boss, speck dat mought be a good idea.”
“Say, there, George, what are you doing cutting down trees like that; didn’t
I tell you not to touch anything until I gave the word, that tree was part of the
drive and the only chestnut I had; all right’’—as a dubious expression came over
his facee—‘you get to work trimming up these felled trees and cutting what is
good into cord wood.”
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**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’ “nough to eat. Dis year san’wich
diet ain’t no food fo’ a working man.”
“Well, boys, why don’t you appoint a cook and caterer, surely one of you can
get up a meal. You have talked enough about being good axmen, you ought to
know how to live out of doors.”
So the “Pahson’? was made chef. Next day a sumptuous meal was in
readiness at noon, in fact a trifle before, soup, meat-stew, succotash, pie and cake.
The usual result of a hearty midday meal was soon visible, each man wanted to
lie down and go to sleep.
Then and there we held a conference. The Islanders must be replaced by the
manual mainstay of civilization; the sons of Sunny Italy must be secured. In
the meantime it was decided to remove the stumps by dynamite, as trying to
yank them out by pullers or by mattock and plow was both slow and brutal;
as for the ordinary custom 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.
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When the charges had been placed and the usual warning signal, “fire!”
given, both negroes and white men would fall over themselves to get out of the
county; which was decidedly unnecessary, for the explosions were always kept
well away from the workmen.
Shortly after the arrival of the dynamiter came Lorenzo Balzarano, a ‘‘ Cor-
porale”’ or Italian boss, to look over the work to be done and receive instructions,
that he might pick men best suited to the work in hand. He was a big fellow with
a good face and a ‘‘job lot” of English in his possession. He remained over night,
when the following interesting incident happened. It came to us from the Dyna-
miter. One of the colored men being much infatuated with the cornet, and in
fact, a village virtuoso, had taken his instrument into the wilds and made night
hideous with his attempts at imitations of Levy.
Lorenzo, whose name is shortened and Americanized to “Larry,” asked if he
might try the bugle. This portended huge fun for the superior American, so the
instrument was gleefully handed over to the man they called the “dago.” Larry
made some noises even more startling than Steve’s, and amid much laughter they
endeavored to teach him the approved method of blowing. Larry made : strenuous
efforts and finally, rising to his full height and throwing out his chest, filled the
air with the most beautiful musical calls, running from the thrijling 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-brother, 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 barn 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
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Once a big stump ; now kindling wood
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A little fellow “‘blown clean’
taking out dead and crowding underbrush in the windbreak which bounded the
north and had escaped total extinction by fire.
Beginning at the east line and working westward the Italians 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 paper. 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 bread in color and consistency.
For magnetic battery work a copper cap containing a minute quantity of
fulminate of mercury, and which requires a spark to explode it, is attached to
fine electric wires, and 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 requires a nature serene, calm and deliberate,
which Mr. Kissam possesses to a marked degree, and never in all the years he has
used the dynamite has he become the least bit careless, or ceased to regard it
with respect.
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 1% lb., 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 714 feet in diameter and in
an instant making of a waste place a bit of ground capable of taking its place
in the world’s work and ready to grow many blades of grass where none had
grown before.
Fourteen fuse charges are placed under as many stumps; the method of placing,
by the way, is to lower the charge into the oblique hole, press it steadily and firmly
with a blunt ended stick until expanded to the full size of the crowbar hole, then
fill up the hole with earth and tramp it firmly, that no explosive gases may find a
loophole of escape. Each loaded stump is then marked by a stick or branch.
Two men light these fuses, which are cut a thirty-second length (about a
foot and a half of fuse burns this time). A match is touched to each fuse, which
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has been slightly opened at the end that the powder may be exposed and catch
fire quickly. When the fourteen fuses are all lighted the men take to their heels
and flee for their lives.
They always reach a distance of 100 feet and often more, for it is the longest
thirty seconds one can conceive. At the first uplifting noise and shock they glance
backward, ready to dodge any kindling wood coming their way. When they have
run a safe distance they turn and face the stumps, counting carefully each explosion
and watching the flying pieces, that they may not be hit. Dynamiter Kissam
has never had an accident, and I trust he never will.
Then follows a most delightful Fourth of July firecracker exhibition on a
large scale. Roots are thrown up out of sight and return to earth a hundred or
more feet from the place in which they grew, while the air is filled with minute
fragments of wood and powdered earth. The record for stump blowing is 130 in
one day, when 84 Ibs. dynamite was used. Three men can remove thoroughly
one to three stumps in one day by the use of the mattock, ax and shovel.
But to return to the Farm. Work pushed steadily on and as soon as a small
strip was blown, the Italians came in gathering up all the stumps, roots and frag-
ments, removing any pieces that might be loosened but not completely torn out
and piling them at intervals and immediately burning them. This is a process
that cannot take place when stumps are removed by any other method, for by the
digging process the earth must be picked and scraped from them and ultimately
the stumps chopped or split in pieces before they will burn.
By the method pursued the stump is burned and the ashes spread upon the
ground in a few hours after they are blown out. By this process is obtained the
finest kind of unleached wood ashes, nature’s best fertilizer, containing vegetable
lime to “sweeten” and potash and phosphoric acid to furnish plant food.
The two 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 partitioned off a portion of their car for a bedroom,
while a “hot stove” was placed in the remaining portion, which served as kitchen
and dining-room.
The rest of the men made bunks along the walls and an “eat stove”’ filled their
cup of happiness to overflowing. We made it a custom to say good morning and
good night to every man and to learn the name of each one; they soon became
bright faced, polite, eager to please and extremely faithful. In fact, each one
came to us asking to go out to work there again in the Spring. As the days grew
shorter they asked to be allowed to make a full day and get full pay. We were
only too glad to have them do so, but didn’t see exactly how they could manage
it. They were up with the first streaks of dawn and cut the dinner time down
more and more, working on until it became dark.
Their meals are curious and interesting: a dish of red peppers and half a loaf
of rye bread for breakfast, half a loaf of dry bread for dinner, and for supper a
good pan full of macaroni and beans and tomatoes. During all the time they were
there they ate no meat and were well and happy without it. Tony cut his foot
badly with the ax once, but kept at work just the same.
While the work was progressing, much thought had been expended upon the
soil and its needs. There was no top soil or humus; forest fires had robbed the
plot completely of this valuable element. "Tis worse than a pity, ‘tis unpardonable
negligence on the part 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 unless this be true; also it requires good soil to
produce a forest with from 300 to 700 trees per acre, none under 18 inches in
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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 2!4 hours. It was accomplished this way:
“Larry,” said the Senior Partner, “tell the men to unload as quickly as they
ean and [ 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?”
“T 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 21% to 314 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:
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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 people in the surrounding country
very much. When questioned as to what was being done at the Experimental
Station they would reply:
‘Aw they’re plantin’ dynamite and raisin’ hell, and that’s all they ever will
raise.” Now that the Farm has raised other than that warm locality they say
it is “Fullerton luck,” but we know better.
By the 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 deliv eries. ‘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 very
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 Winter 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 20 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 i is
that it will furnish power for cutting wood or grinding grain, shredding fodder,
filling silos, or lighting the buildings, a 214 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
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Water-carriers—ancient and modern
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 asa 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 stuff would wear the leather cups
and brass valves out in less than no time. Drilling continued through shallow
layers; always water in plenty but geological conditions poor. At 149 feet a 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 stp—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 11% acres a day while *4 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
716 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?”’
ee Rye.”
“No, go-wan, it can’t be!”’
“Go and look for yourself then,” he would answer. They went away nobler
and better men.
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Others would gather in the village stores and decide that we had “ pizened”’
the soil with gases from the dynamite, but as the rye grew stronger and greener
they said, W. ell, anyway, it wouldn’t live the winter through.”
As the weather grew colder the problem of handling the dynamite became a
perplexing one. It freezes at 44° and we were absolutely determined to get at
least 10 acres cleared before snow flew.
A magazine was made of a large dry goods case and placed in the middle
of a pile of manure, the 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 re: idy 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
alr, 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 6414 working days from the
start of clearing.”
And the answer came:
“Congratulations.”
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Night work—burning the fine roots
Winter Work
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YNAMITING continued in the dairy section up to the end of November.
Three acres were completed, but the weather became so cold it was very
difficult to go further. Two acres plowed, but no more work could be
accomplished here.
The question of suitable shelter for us and for a man on the place came early
into 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 6-hole “eat stove”
No. 7 Paragon, and a No. 10 Redcloud “hot stove” in the office. Into this house
we put the English *longshoreman, his wife and little girl; they remained all winter,
finding the house more comfortable than the average modern frame house.
Early in the life history of the Farm, we roughly sketched the plan of campaign;
chicken house, barn, house, and well were plotted. Next came the orchard,
which was to cover an acre of ground. No farm or country place, no matter how
small, is complete without some fruit; it is a permanent 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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locality; secondly, to procure the stock from widely differing sections, both north
and south of us, to see which change of latitude would show the greater advantage.
Many nights were spent poring over catalogues, and at last the orders were
given, each a duplicate of the other and an accompanying letter stating the nature
of the experiment, that the stock would be planted at the same time side by side.
One order went to northern New York State, one to southern Pennsylvania.
Pennsylvania’s came first in “coffins,” the 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 was purchased
as a mulch for the trees and fruit), and wood ashes thoroughly mixed in the bottom,
and the bushes firmly set, a foot apart.
Previous to the arrival of the nursery stock, holes had been dug to receive the
trees. Acre 4 was selected for the Orchard; it was the middle acre from north to
south, on the eastern boundary and not far from the house and on a slight slope.
Apples occupied the first row, set 25 feet apart, with a peach between each. Peaches
last but 12 years, and will be out before the apples need the room. Next came
pears, then cherries, with one nectarine and one apricot for trial, next quinces,
then a quantity of Japanese plums, a few German prunes, and greengages.
The varieties were as follows:
Apples. Cherries. Quinces.
Red Astrachan, May Duke, Champion,
Red Bietigheimer, Montmorency, Bourgeat,
Esopus Spitzenburg, Ordinaire. Orange.
Northern Spy. Japanese Plums. Pears.
Raspberries. Abundance, Bartlett,
Golden Queen, Burbank, Worden Seckle,
Champlain. Satsuma, Anjou,
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Gooseberries. European Plums. Currants.
Downing, Grand Duke, Fays Prolific,
Industry. Bavays Greengage, White Currant.
Monarch.
Moorepark Apricot, Nectarine.
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.
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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 2nd plowing started on acres 1 and 2. The rye was 15 inches high—alas
for the prophets—and was being cea under to do od good. Fine roots of
huckleberry and sweet fern still kept coming up and we knew the fight with them
was destined to be a long and hard one. The harrow gathered them up somewhat,
but still they were 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 wind met its own defeat against
the fence of the cleared land of the Experimental Station.
By the end of the first week in April work was swinging at a rapid pace, land
was being plowed as fast as possible, the stable nearly complete, so that on the
7th the 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 beime 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 the 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 Burpee’s
“Fordhook Famous” and his ‘ ‘Shady Nook”. It was brushed in with the cedar
trees. To the southwest of the house a small plot was sown with U.S. Government
grass seed; a row of Haricot Beans, also from the Government, bordered it, so it
became known as ‘Government plot.”’ Some plants with lovely copper tags bearing
enormous numbers were also planted here; they throve well, but things without a
name are never as sweet to me as ones with names, even though long Latin ones.
As the land was finally prepared for seeding, it was dane in this manner.
Rye turned under with the plow, followed by disc harrow, followed by spring tooth
harrow, followed by leveler, which, by the way, is one of the best and least 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 burned.
April 14 was ushered in with 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.
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Cabbage and cauliflower were set at once in the field, being covered with paper
pots for a few days to prevent wilting, and sometimes at night to guard against cold.
Lettuce, beets, onions, spinach, parsnips, endive, scorzonera, celery (in the
seed-bed) and 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 required
25 minutes to plant 8 rows of parsnips, each row 100 feet long.
To plant three rows each of four different varieties of lettuce consumed 45
minutes and this of course meant empty and fill the drill for each new variety.
Lettuce plants and cabbage plants from a Huntington grower were set out
(we wished to test transplanted lettuce with that grown in drills and only thinned).
Chives, shallots, Pe-tsai, carrots and radishes from North China were all sowed.
Udo, the Japanese celery, was planted to the east of the raspberries.
On the 21st all trees and shrubs were sprayed with “Scalecide,” as a preventive
against the San Jose scale. To do the orchard and berries required 1 hour and 15
minutes and 8 gallons of the mixture (1-3 gal. scalecide at 60c. per gallon); not a
very ‘costly ounce of prevention.
A portion of the lawn was sprinkled as a first test of irrigation. On the 26th
of April the grass seed had germinated on this portion only.
Potatoes were planted this month—nine varieties as a test of their earliness,
productiveness and qualities.
On the night of the 22nd 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
aliv e and they can’t bloom the first year.
“T don’t care, it’s in bloom and a lot of the others show fruit buds.”
“Whose trees? New York or Pennsy?”’
*Pennsy, all their trees are way ahead, they’re 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 light, although still stocky and strong. Rain,
however, rushed v egetation along and rhubarb and Udo jumped out of the ground
like a “Jack in the Box.’
The painters were busy on all buildings, while the homestead was being
completed and furnished for our occupancy, for the farm needed us every hour,
day and night, this its first tender year. The call of its tender youth was strong
upon me, for I adore babies of every description, but the dear old home must
first be placed in good keeping before I could fly.
The office completed and desk in place, the stenographer took up her abode
at the Farm with our English family, helping until I came, with 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 trip 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!)
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“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 29th of May, or some such jargon.
We were also utterly disrespectful of the ight 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 dair y 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-rabi and nectarine in bloom.”
John was working on the Farm by this time, although his wife and family
(consisting of one cat and a féw 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 where we felt they were most needed; about the house plot principally, for
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this section had received next to none of the native ashes. Acre No. 3 in the dairy
also received 200 Ibs., 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.
“Tm awfully sorry about that acre,” the Senior Partner said.
“But just think what a beautiful test of the soil’s capabilities,” I replied.
“We'll see what she'll do unaided and alone.”
About this time Mr. Peters made the Farm a visit. One of his first 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 nieht;” 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 [.
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So in they went, while caladium, gladiolus 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. In other places
the horses plowed a furrow, hand planting following. Certain it is whatever
method was pursued the soil responded and the plants were just as happy crooked
as straight.
On May 16th we shipped the first product of the farm—a bunch of radishes to
Mr. 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 Suffolk County Press Association held their annual meeting
at No. 1. They dined out of doors “al fresco,” eating of the crops growing not a
dozen paces away. ‘To them the Farm was a revelation, for all of them were 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 quote from one of the number:
Wonderful Long Island Soil
H. B. Fullerton Shows Newspaper Men Marvelous Results 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 believe 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 people in all of New York
City who know the unlimited possibilities of the Long Island soil.
A day of awakening is near at hand, however. A man keenly alive to the real agricultural
situation on the island (his name is H. B. Fullerton) has come into contact with a man keenly alive to
the promising future of all of suburban New York; and the result is that the island will be 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 fer 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!
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And there is the secret. There’s water enough on Peace and Plenty farm. There’s a little 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 foolishly opened. The method of keeping the crops wet is such as any bright
young man might go into as an investment on his farm.
“Ev erything on the farm is practical; and every effort has been made to make the place a working
model which a business man could copy. The aim has been to make it an economical market-garden,
growing the finest produce on “Long Island’s barren sand wastes,” to put on the breakfast and dinner
tables of that great mart of all marts for fresh vegetables and fruit—New York City.
ihe Long Island Railroad invited the members of the Suffolk C ounty Press Association to inspect
the farm on Monday and placed a private train of two cars at their disposal. Mr. Fullerton was the
host in charge, on the train and en the farm, assisted at the latter place by Mrs. Fullerton, who is,
herself, an authority on horticulture.
A dinner was served under the trees on the farm on the arrival of the train about noontime. About
twelve of the Island scribes spent one of the most enjoyable days of their lives on this occasion; but,
more important, were impressed as never before with the possibilities of Long Island soil.
—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.
“T 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,” T 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 was soon to
appear, we felt the human thunder in the air.
At last the pleas from her ‘“‘that there was more than one pair of hands could
do,” although she had been working for a much larger family, decided the question.
She was either to stay under the same conditions without further trouble from her,
or go. Go it was, and that promptly on June 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 Mike, the Italian, was with us now, loyal and
faithful, though three hands for these 13 acres was short help.
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Lettuce of choicest strain
Summer
9
HE 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.
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To the right an unplanted acre, heaps of old manure dotted upon it; this is
to be the melon field, near the house and in full view of our buildings, a wise 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 patches 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
slowly 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 quarter so no
earth will be dragged.”
The soil? That is from an old alfalfa field up New York State and we are
sowing it to inoculate our soil with bacteria. The far or northwest corner is the
highest you notice, it is the check quarter, that will have no inoculation whatever.
The southerly are 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 we plant in hills?” you ask. ‘‘Isn’t that old fashioned?” Perhaps,
but a good fashion, for the crop can be cultivated both ways by horse, saving that
tremendously expensive item—hand labor. But why do you raise corn heres you
query, you thought that was given up in the East long ago.
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We are not raising corn, 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 gathered
for the silo, for modern dairymen carry all food to the cows in balanced rations.
Come and see us again when these crops are growing.
Here you see the rough unstumped land and there the “Daddy-long-legs”’
harrow with which the attempt at culture used to be made. We have tried it;
the work is tremendous, the strain and lability 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 g: arden 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 Pe-tsai, Chinese carrots and Sakurajima radishes.
Have I given you, my readers, a glimpse of the Farm this first day of June ?
The next day the melons were planted, a furrow run, a big forkful of manure
placed in each hill, some earth drawn over and the seed sown. These are greedy
fellows and we felt success would be lacking for them in unaided new ground.
There 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 the 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.
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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 e 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 eee of all gales: cobbler,
carpenter, plumber, farmer: that necessary adjunct to : a “handy
man.” The stump was set by the flag-staff where on Decoration in the flag
had been raised on its new pole to half mast. (The American Flag has always
waved at Peace and Plenty). A very convenient hole in one of the tap roots
admitted of a pipe being run through, while a gas-jet as a tip threw a fine spray
like a fan shaped flame. The stump was inclined slightly forward, a kerosene
barrel, 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 1 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
about the homestead.
On the fourth the State Agricultural Inspector arrived, his surprise at the
Farm's appearance warmed our hearts and inspired us with new courage and greater
determination. We needed the courage for that same day we discovered root
maggot in Pe-tsaiand 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 ie same place. Ev erlastingly pour in
Canada W ood Ashes in the bottom of the drill and we'll plant the Sakurajima
right over again in that same spot,” said the Railroad F< urmer,
“Tt 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 w eighing ten pounds.
With the exodus of the *“longshoreman’s family, came “Shep,” * a cook loaned
us to tide over until new help Conve be procured. We were somewhat of a family ;
we four and the stenographer, Ted, Mike, Nettie and Walter, 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. Im spite of all the modern farm machinery there is a
certain amount of hand labor necessary, especially in new ground.
Peanuts went in early in May, the little Spanish and the huge Mammoth.
Walter soon learned to gather radishes, assist in transplanting and made 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
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compacts was that nothing but the very best that we could produce should leave
the farm. Therefore 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 bunches
each in a paper pot to the “History Makers” and experts who visited the farm
the day the first stump was blown up.
Ted and Walter were set “bushing” peas. We wished to test the time given
to bushing and that to placing a portable wire fence (a strip of wire fastened to
sharpened stakes). Brushing two rows each one hundred feet long required 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 stragely,
untidy and almost impossible to pick from, especially if the picker wore long hair
and skirts.
Potato bugs were pestering the life out of us by this time. Walter picked by
hand each morning and strange to say they were worse on the tomatoes than on
the potatoes. John dusted a mixture of Bordeaux Paris Green and land plaster
dry upon the potatoes and blew slug shot upon the tomatoes; yet the beetle went
merrily on its way rejoicing.
Some exquisite eggplants from the Huntington grower were set in the east
end of the orchard among the tomato rows where imported tomatoes had given
up the ghost. In 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’ farmin’ 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 upon it. That
sounds like a shiftless way to plant, does it not? but this was only a guardian crop;
they break the ground, germinating in a few days, also the flea beetle loves radish
leaves much better than melon leaves, and feasts upon the latter only when the
former are not to be found.
The spinach patches being virtually a failure, Walter was sent over them to
pick some for home use, then Ted sowed Canada wood ashes preparatory to
cultivating for a new crop of a 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, ’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.
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“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.
“Tt’s a fact nevertheless. Why, man alive, this is virgin soil, what does it
want with chemical fertilizers? I wouldn’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, Mr. 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 1t was wood ashes
pure and simple.
“Mike bring me that bag of nitrate of soda.”
ahs: 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 “went 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 Tam 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 ean 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 Neweastle’ 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 w ill 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.
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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'whistling
down the rows, covering the ground in truly remarkable time. Even Uncle Roger
got so he could push one after his slow fashion, while we would see Aunt!Sophie
steal from the kitchen and run him a race with one across the field.
‘*You’all makes me tired goin’ so slow wid dat ting, why don’t you git along.”
“Haw! haw! haw! You tink I’m a spring chicken, don’ you know I got de
rheumatis powerful bad? Go wan!”
The spinach patch on acre 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 127 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 (which 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, Pll go you,” was 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.”
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In six more days they were wood-ashed and hilled-up like the peas; in another
two weeks they were Bordeauxed again. The yield was perfect; beans in abund-
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 shipment,
while Mike was preparing acre number ten for sweet potatoes. It required 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, Pll 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, cauliflower, Brussels sprouts,
tomatoes, celery and lettuce from Maryland. They were taken from the basket
carriers, spread upon the cellar earth floor, and thoroughly sprinkled.
The next day was very hot and the ground exceptionally dry. Mike took
Texas out and plowed up ridges for the sweet potatoes. They are e aly rays 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.
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In the Senior Partner’s phraseology, “it’s the earliest, ugliest, smallest,
sweetest corn that grows. If you once taste it you won’t want any other.” *Tis
extremely yellow, therefore not popular 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) Gepilitonies: one
cabbage weighing when stripped for mar ket, 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
Lome
“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 toit yet. Still our honey friends have done all the work necessary,’ we would
reply.
For some time the children declared, ““ we took the weather out”’ every morning
when the 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 place and explaining operations how this
crop was the second on that ground, that, the third; explaining how it was all done
with no commercial fertilizer and but little help. We came to the dairy where we
met an old man who had preceded us; he was returning from reviewing the fodder
corn, and I said:
“Well, what do you think of 1t?”’ 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.
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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 gladiol,
a gift from Wading River’s famous grower of this gorgeous flower.
Ted had been mowing millet all day. It fell in a golden wake behind the
scythe, making as pretty a picture as one could wish to see. What satisfies us to
the very core of our beings more than the harvest? Nothing.
Spinach planted where the early potatoes came out was up in 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.”’
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I might 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 Mike exclaimed:
“Where do you intend to store them all winter; they will last a couple of years.”
“Ono, Mr. Fuller’, you need more than him this year,” Mike said, “I know
you wait till cabbage and Bruss’ sprout’ ready.”
“Why, Mike, we'll never fill those in the world,” I said.
“You wait see, Mes Fuller’.”
He was right, many a message has gone forth this summer “for goodness sake
rush packages as much as you can, crops are spoiling for want of “them.” But
many barrels alas, are lying empty!
Kale had been shipped 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 occupied 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 “Fullerton
luck” did not hold good.
Endive was tied up when thoroughly dry, this must never be done when the
plants are damp for it is intensely susceptible to rot. The field was the quaintest
“Dutchest” thing imaginable w hen the men were through.
“Fullerton luck” brought a thunder storm the next night so there was nothing
to do but spray again the following day. We 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.
“What shall we do?” we exclaimed, “the pride of our hearts and the portion
to bring in the greatest returns going before our eyes! It surely cannot be our
fault, or from any neglect.’
“Mes Fuller’,” said Mike, “about every 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.
“Mah gah, 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 watched operations closely and when they had tossed in a good layer of leaves
he had them spread it thick with lime, another layer of leaves, again lime, until
all were safely interred. I have no doubt that will be a rich spot next year.
Eleven times those fields were “passed”? and there is nothing to show for it.
Not a cauliflower and but few perfect cabbages and it is doubtful if we get any
sprouts. The latter are set and hard and the plants are laden, but the louse has
discolored them so badly they would not pay for the picking. The plants average
one quart of sprouts e ach and as there were 5,211 plants set out, the loss can be
safely estimated at 5,000 quarts. During mide 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 we have not trusted all the eggs to one basket;
a diversity of crops is deep wisdom for those who deal with Dame Nature at first
hand. Man as yet cannot foretell the season’s wet or dry characteristics, there-
fore it is most unwise to rely on one species alone, a season fatal to one vegetable
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assures a phenomenal yield of another. Our only consolation, if consolation it can
be: called, is that all experts and old farmers have suffered the same loss this season.
‘What is the cause?”’ I asked one visitor from the east end of the Island,
who always has a large acreage of these special crops.
“Why, that damp warm weather started the rot,” he replied, “and then I
think last winter was so warm and open all the bugs lived through and we have a
particularly choice assortment this season.’
“Well, it’s thoroughly discouraging,” I said, “to work so hard and have the
crop come almost to maturity and then die before your very eyes, while you are
powerless to save it.’
“Yes! Yes! It certainly is,” was his rejoinder, but he said it in a way that
showed it was not the first time he had met such defeat
The spinach was given a good dose of liquid manure as a tonic at this trying
season of the year nil 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 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
nid 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 uch
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.
“T 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
ra, for we must return to the dear old home to get ready for school days. John
el 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, “Ill tell you, Mr. Fullerton, [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.
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“‘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. a
“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.
No. 1’s first Alfalfa harvest
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HE 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 gah, yes, Miss Fuller’, we ship forty-one crates this morning.”
“Forty-one crates! Goodness, that must have been some tomatoes, how
many culls?”
“Kight bushel, I give ’em to section hands and train crews, they like ’em,”
he answered.
No wonder the diary records “two Italians picking tomatoes one-half day.”
Sugar corn that had been gathered was cut and stacked and the land prepared
for a legume. Barrels had to be unloaded and stacked, for we still had hopes of
gathering some cabbage and cauliflower, while sweet potatoes held out the promise
of an abundant yield.
More endive was ready for shipment on the sixth and the diary records:
“Washed and picked six barrels of cabbage, eleven bushels of endive, also
some carrots and beets.”
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Tony showing the greatest aptitude for market-gardening, was given the
more particular work and he soon took John’s place in helping Mike with the pack-
ing. Walter, the boy, had become quite proficient in many ways, and for a lad of
fourteen shows good signs of a budding farmer.
On the sixth the Assistant United States Agrostologist visited the farm to
see the alfalfa. As a test had been made for the Government at their special
request, they were naturally much interested.
His verdict coincided with others already given and he further said upon
examining the roots and seeing the nitrogen nodules, that Long Island virgin soil
must contain the needed bacteria, for the largest nodules found were on the 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 prophecy held
for them came true, they were not as sweet as we had hoped, but like cauliflower
this was an off year, entirely too wet and really good melons were as “scarce as
hens’ teeth.” I give you here a letter to Mr. Peters on the subject:
“Wading{River, Long Island, N. Y.,
“September 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 up our melons and further weakened the vitality of the vines to a marked extent.
The striped beetle, which has been our hardest nut to crack, true to the usual procedure, appeared
late in August in immense 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, ete.
“Yours truly,
“H. B. Fullerton,
, “Special Agent.”
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On‘ the eleventh “we two”? went to the farm for the night, for the following
day we were to receive a delegation of dairymen to view the farm’s successes and
failures.
For their benefit we placed upon the porch a bale of alfalfa and a bunch of
plants (roots and all) from each quarter section. They seemed wonderfully
pleased with the successes attained and one of them upon examining the root
nodules, said:
“May I take some of these home with me? We have tried for 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
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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 little portable house, the same size as the one we had
been living in, was erected on the fair grounds, and for some time we had been
preparing and framing photographs of the farm’s development, to hang upon the
walls. Sunday the 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, sorghum and teosinte.
The little cottage was crowded with visitors every day, some from curiosity,
some from real interest, many came back a second and third time becoming so
absorbed in the subject we would often talk for hours.
“These are scrub oak vegetables, raised in one year without the use of commer-
cial fertilizer,” we would say.
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” would come the rejoinder.
“Then Ill 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 would equal thirty to forty tons of ordinary manure).
1000 pounds high grade Carolina phosphate rock.
“©8300 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 acquiesced.
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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
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 ‘gudeé
mon’ being some years his senior) but he'll get over it.”
We exhibited celery at the fair and won second prize. Therefore the flowers.
One afternoon I was standing in the bedroom door tired from the day’s
exertions (the Senior Partner was away that day holding another exhibit at an
agricultural gathering). The house was crowded with visitors, among them
some Irishmen.
One large, portly man said: “Och, come on out, they know what to put
in their fields.”
“What did we put on the fields?”’ I flared up, supposing, of course, that he
referred to a high-priced fertilizer.
“Shure an’ didn’t they have you in the fields!) Sure, Pd worruk meself if
you was out there!”
I blush to tell the story, but it is too good to keep, that was the time my zeal
for the farm got me into hot water.
In our beloved home town, the Horticultural and Agricultural Association
held an exhibition and they particularly requested a showing from the farm,
sending us entry blanks for competition. We were glad to help and filled out the
blanks with 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 al! 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 Mineola Fair where the exhibit looked even prettier than at Riverhead,
the Senior Partner had an odd experience.
A gentleman came in and said, ““How are you Mr. Fullerton; Pve 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. Ill tell you what [ll do. Ill 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, ’'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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way of fertilizer, that will start you right and quick.”
The stranger had nothing more to say, but left the exhibit at once and I doubt
very much if he is hunting for the fertilizer.
Among our visitors at the latter fair were many market gardeners (all of whom
were most 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 walking 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 was particularly fascinating to watch the interest shown in the various
varieties. Without a doubt the one bale of alfalfa, together with the photographs
picturing the work in the field from inoculation of seed up to and including the har-
vest, caused more comment than anything else there. Interest in it was shown by
young and old, and in fact the younger men seemed the most eager to kno-y 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,
“T’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 will 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:
“Serub 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
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wife and little children, are ensconced in the portable that did service at the fairs.
As the weather grew colder we deemed it wise to dig the remainder of the
sweet potatoes, but Mike begged so hard to be allowed to leave them, saying:
“T save him, Mr. Fuller’, I make big brush heaps all around, a frost come,
[light him, that save. I make brush heaps too all around lima beans, after frost
he bring much money,” that we allowed him to have his way.
On the tenth the Farmer went to the farm with some very important photo-
graphic work in hand. He had scarcely stepped foot upon the place when, as
he says:
*T got uneasy and told Mike to call the men in from the dairy and pick every
tomato, bean and eggplant. I felt we would have frost that night.”
Mike sat up until midnight to watch for it and deciding there would be none
as no dew was falling, went to bed without lighting the sweet potato brush fire.
Signs failed for the thermometer fell to twenty-eight degrees and potatoes had to
come out next day. They were practically mature, but we would like to have had
a week longer. The yield of this digging was forty bushels; this with the previcus
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 bulk 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 compared 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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Packing and Shipping Notes
and Epilogue
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o 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, Pll 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.”
“T 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,
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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 ‘“‘faney”’ goods, particularly varieties of the favorites of foreign climes.
It seems to us that a change is needed. The grower’s products go now to a
commission merchant, are sold by him (between 12 and 3 A. M.) to the wholesale
dealer, by him to the small grocer and lastly to the consumer. This necessitates
the following delays and handlings:
Our products, for instance, would leave the farm at 7 A. M. crisp, tender and
fresh; that night at midnight they would be sorted out to the wholesale dealer,
the following morning he sells to the grocer and by night the consumer has it.
This condition is, of course, much worse where the produce is from 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 bring in fresh supplies
for jellies, jams, preserves, canned vegetables and pickles, the exact quantity she
desires fresh from the garden. To the gardener who adds chickens to his other
products, a market for eggs is at once opened, for these may form a portion of
the ‘‘Home Hamper” contents, and “‘dormant”’ food for city dwellers be reduced
to a minimum.
Perishable products, such as lettuce, endive, spinach and radishes, should be
picked either in the early morning or at nightfall. They should then be spread in
the shade, thoroughly sprinkled and left in the open all night. These products
wilt instantly when gathered, and the usual method is to take a barrel into the
field cut the crop and pack it at once, the result being the produce wilts and heats
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. Lettuce
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.
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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
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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 “‘eritics,” which if sold as many of them
were, at the usual rate ($1.50) would have netted a tidy sum—they have been
forwarded through New York City to interior points and never failed to arrive
in prime condition and receive enconiums.
The personal equation here as elsewhere means much, therefore study up your
packages, decide what you will use and put them together during the winter,
time is too precious in the summer season.
Gathering a crop when it has reached the best stage is a matter that entails
much thought. The coming idea is “not how large, but how good.” Peas picked
when young and sweet will sell as “petit pois at an advanced figure. Small
beans bring “‘baby bean”’ figures, while small, crisp radishes are the only ones worth
shipping. Young beets are in demand, also young carrots, onions and turnips.
Gather your corn before the kernels have re eached 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 atealle
This has been our personal experience this summer, therefore the fact has been
forced upon us, that the small producer must find his market direct; easy in this
case for the one wants what the other has.
On the same date from the same house there may be a wide difference in the
returns on the same commodity packed in different ways. Again the return from
one house may be much higher than from another on the same goods packed the
same way. For instance, from one house on the same day we received the same
price for a basket and for a crate of melons. The basket, of course, held much
less, but the quality of the two packages was the same. At one time and at one
house turnips sold for 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 paper and a piece of paper
laid over the head of cauliflower will raise them at once to the ranks of aristocratic
vegetables.
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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.
Last of Plant Life
Flourishing at Experimental Station No. 1 within a year after clearing commenced
Name No. of varieties
Artichoke, Jerusalem... . 1
AS Daa OULS meres ere rite 1
IBeanshestnint yer eee 8
Beans) limaeeeeee oes 6
Beetstese ote ee 3
Boracerr eee te ee 1
Brussels Sprouts........ 2
Cabbageriiys eseret ete © 14
C@ardoone acne eee 1
GALLOU yas ee oe 4
Canlitiowers eee eee 3
@elenya een cee eae 9
Celeriac= eee eee 1
AO IIV ESE rah ee Co ee ree 1
(Gorm sweet eee aes: 10
@ucumbers. 2-3: 2-)-.-.5 5
Name No. of varieties
INO) 0) Se tua deep roca wlosoom oe = 10
JAD TICOLS et eer orn es 1
Blackberries) 555.000. 0- 1
Cantaloupesss se oseee ce 5
@WHELTICS He io ee 4
Currants eee ae eee 3
Name No. of varieties
ANTE ie eer Bee Maas Desens eereae 1
INST SRN oe ee ee 1
GGIR, GIES (56 cncacae- 1
Canada field peas....... 1
Clover. Pier we ae 3}
Name No. of varieties
Aditimiamericn ee ete 1
INSECTS): Aiea ee Ee cae: 3
Bessera...... a Sy wee: 1
Bulbous begonias. 4
@alendualee. oe 1
Galladiimes sea... seee 1
Catalina tar er ech ae oe 1
Cobocat rien ee 1
Chrysanthemum........ 6
Crocus eee eae 3
Cypress vines een Q
Dahhasyeesee eee 3
Dattodilse se eee 3
Grand! Potalke seco eee oe
Vegetables
Name No. of varieties
Beep lantern arene 1
INIGUIVeR Aes ter Acie eck: 3
Elorseradishtes eee 1
alert tee a eee Q
IKohlRabie ene eee 1
IGEGEUGE. < tice eae 19
IMRAN ANO, 6 oan doxooe Gmc 1
Oleras Sree at eee Q
Onionss shirt the oc eee 4
Parsnipssceeoce poet orean Q
Parsley, ete ct. ceases Q
Peanuitssie cee Q
IPEASH lar Ca nah tacunaoe eros 3
Peppers: cance ek rererres 4
IRG=ESaitens rt kee care 1
Potatoes, white......... 10
Fruits and Berries
Name No, of varieties
European plums........ 6
Gooseberries............ Q
Grapes sete eee 3
Japaneses plums seeeee 3
INectanne= sr see ee 1
Reaches: cer «tyne tere 6
Forage
Name No. of varieties
Conmeneldaeac eee eee tee Q
Cown peas fae eae eae 1
Mangle Wurzel......... Q
Milletee saree a eer Q
Oatstergec sneer 1
Foliage and Flower Plants
Name No. of varieties
Wulalia: A. fies tse 3
Forget-me-not.......... 1
Ruschiaye spke cee wee. 4.
Geraniumine -oneneeeee 4
Gladiohtsereis cee 6
Grassanlaywineis eee 3
Hollytockeaae erie ee 4
JETS ne ee ee oe ee ee 3
Wilac ak Sree a aes oe Q
Tuilies Seats eee hoe a Q
Nasturtium, dwarf...... 4
Nasturtium, climbing... . 5
Oxallis?. shane ee oh ae 3
Name No. of varieties
Potatoes; sweet........-
[oma knee
Radishes’./- i224. 2onceeee
Rinubarbseeee eee
Dalkcurayimnals scevac eure
alsifyisd: Mi ay tae
SCOMZOnera ee eee
Shallotss 440: see yo
Spinach. 2.) isn crate
Sqmash@ejsc,. cee cn eee
SUM ower sete eee
OmMaAtOeSii 2 Gree ee
Burns 6 ee eee
Wdor ea BARA ees
Sp Or OD et 09 1H OH UO OO
Fee
Oe
Total rene aioe 180
Name No. of varieties
Péars. Gens fe ee 10
Quincesi 2 aa eee 3
Rasp berties meine 3
Strawberries ae 1
Watermelon. =...5-5.-) Q
Ry es ae ee ee eee 1
Sore hime ee eee 1
Teosintels nt ae ee eee 1
Wetchin Agana foes 1
Name No. of varieties
Pansy son creo eo eee 6
Perennial phlox......... 6
Rivets fan oe eee 1
IRosesseeene oe ene ee 15
Saliviatine one eee 1
Scarlet rummer.......... 1
Shrub, scented.......... 1
Sweet peas: naka Seckoe 6
Sweet William.......... 1
(thunibergiases eae 1
Violet 2.25. eres sees 3
Wild Cucumber......... 1
Rota =. 2c eee 117
Bel dilech bale ck ooo DS Olvanleties
Summary
Giving data, also conclusions of Broad Gauge Men
H&E history of Twentieth Century Pioneering has been written from a record
kept day unto day in two fone 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 lying idle
and without reason called “pine barrens”’ and “scrub-oak waste,” than from acres
long tilled by “penny wise and pound foolish”? owners.”
To plant and cultivate 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-
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thirds of the Island, covers 739,117 acres. Of this over 40,000 are without assess-
ment. This non-producing territory consists mainly of beaches and salt meadows,
while 200,000 acres lie idle and with merely nominal assessment against them,
much of them covered with second and third growth timber consisting principally
of oak, chestnut and pine which is not considered large enough for cord wood.
Some of it through lack of forethought has been burned over by the forest fires so
prevalent generally in the spring. As a matter of fact the cord wood on much
of this idle acreage would pay and more than pay for the clearing and the first
cost. Practically all of it is absolutely virgin soil with every requisite for raising
a high quality and big yield of flowers, fruits and vegetables.
Prices of uncleared land vary from $25 to $150 per 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 up by the waste matter of live stock of many species. Other acreage has been
handled by progressive men who knew the value of cover crops and green manure.
Some, of course, has been handled with less intelligence but quickly responds to
methods proven rational and assuring yearly increase of fertility.
Every section of Long Island is readily accessible. The narrow island has
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 villages and
the extreme east end was supplying meat, which was driven on the hoof to be
slaughtered by the predecessors of the purveyors of animal food to the metropolis
of to-day. As New York and Brooklyn grew, the wealthier classes selected Long
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 dairymen exchanged the milk pail for the coupon-cutting
scissors. At Glen Cove, between Oyster Bay and Hempstead, and at Amityville
the rapid settlement by the wealthier classes continued and 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 71.8in 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 Mie
INewaVvork States... 204. 5-. 2,932 17,848 20,749 40,584
Newaiork: City.) 5.) care ses ATT 4,937 4,436 7,248
ome iistaad: 08 6s, ok 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
RO rd me Pe Se arse oh ee Ly 35 bushels 28 bushels
N24 Piece eee ne 19 bushels 14 bushels
(PIES) ed NGOs a ate et arr ee 26 bushels 17 bushels
LESTE Saat en Eee ees Bee eg en ee 17 bushels 11 bushels
1a] VEN) 2 Re Oe ie st a a eC 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 when 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 shipped from a distance of nearly seventy
miles.
In 1905 the freight shipments of vegetables by rail alone amounted to: berries,
33 tons; cauliflower, 10,075 tons; pickles, 20,962 tons; potatoes, 53,724 tons;
requiring 3,250 freight cars to transport this large yield to market, where the
growers secured for potatoes, cauliflower, asparagus, cabbage, celery, etc., etc.,
prices ranging from ten per cent. to forty 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 per acre 200 to 400 bushels; average price 75c.
per bushel, varying from 50c., when bulk of crop is marketed, to $1.50 and $2 for
early and for potatoes kept into the winter. The average gross return per acre is
$225, cost of production $56.50, net profit $169 per acre.
CAULIFLOWER.—Long Island alone can grow this delicacy in large quan-
tities in the open air, the natural precipitation making this possible. This crop
requires care, but protected and blanched, its floweret-formed head nets a profit
per acre averaging over $200.
CABBAGE.—Average 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. Average
vield per acre 2,500 bunches. Value 121% to 25c. per bunch. Net yearly return
for 10 years averaged ovet $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 bemg secured by one
grower from a single acre.
PEACHES do well, especially on the hills.
PLUMS.—The Japanese varieties thrive marvelously, paying the third year
a good margin.
SMALL 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.
CURRANTS.—Annual yield sure and extremely heavy, two to four pounds
per bush, frequently net $300 to $400 per acre.
BLACKBERRIES AND RASPBERRIES thrive well and return upward of
$300 per acre.
STRAWBERRIES yield heavily, as high as $800 per acre having been
secured.
CRANBERRIES.—Long Island crops rank very high, yield over 200 crates
per acre; value $2 and upward per crate.
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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 39-foot loam section
your cellar shows overlying one of the most perfect beds of gravel as an underdrain that I have ever
seen. What ycu 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 cr 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
possibilities 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.
Pror. 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 fertilizer 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 fcr 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 magnificent opening for the dairy interest.
Cou. F. E. BonstEE.L,
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.
Water S. FUNNELL,
Editor, Brooklyn Daily Times.
August 1, 1906.
Squashes and cucumbers arrived, melons were great. You are certainly producing the goods.
Corns Ay G. PEACOCK
Editor, N. Y. Herald.
August 2, 1906.
I expect tc indulge in an old-fashioned country dinner when I get home. You are a bigger and
a better farmer than Herace Greely ever was.
JoHn A. SLEICHER,
Editor, Leslie Weekly.
President, Judge Co.
Brooklyn, August 13, 1906.
I was very much surprised te see what a fine lot of vegetables you have raised on what apparently
was unproductive soil. I think that the experiment made by the Long Island Railroad was a very
wise one. I have enjoyed watching the progress and development of this undertaking and I feel sure
that when the people know how preductive the soil is and how comparatively easy and economical the
land can be cleared there will be many who wish to acquire good farm holdings within easy access of
the city of New York.
Jupce Wn. J. Younas.
September 17, 1906.
The work of the Experimental Station is very interesting and edible.
Lewis WILey,
Adv. Mer., New York Times.
September 15, 1906.
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 vegetables. I think
there is an especially good opening in New York for real sugar corn and real lima beans. You have
the advantage and can command a higher price for the real thing, which is almost impossible to get
in the market or even from the fancy greengrocer.
Wn. Wirt Mitts,
Editor, N. Y. Evening 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. Sansorn,
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. Cooper,
Editor, Brooklyn Daily 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.
Wn. Hormes, Jr.,
Bus. Mer., N. Y. Press.
August 1, 1906.
If you are going into the business of furnishing ‘Home Hampers” I will be able to get
you some customers.
Wn. A. DeEErING,
Adv. Mer., N. Y. Sun.
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 of 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. WeEstTGAtTE,
Asst. Agrostologist, U. 5. Dept. 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 of Suffolk may be made to produce as good fruits, vegetables
and fodder as any man need desire. The theory of ‘waste lands’ on Long Island is knocked higher
than a kite. The way is opened for truck farms, fruit farms, 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 Wockers, in The County Review.
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Brussells Sprouts—picking and packing
A crop gathered when all other crops are done
The above are from representative men, and prove conclusively that the Long
Island Railroad’s Experimental Station Number 1 produced, 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 adequate distributing point for the handling
of products which will be grown on Long Island soil.
Most clearly does the following editorial sum up the situation and show the
motive underlying the Long Island Railroad’s demonstration of the Island’s
“waste lands”’ fertility.
Eden and Arcadia at Home
Commentators are not, even yet, all agreed upon the location of the Garden of Eden, nor is the
local habitation of classic Arcadia as clear as the associations which surround the name. Until quite
recently, though, no one, even the most learned or astute, entertained any serious suspicion that either
of these inviting or historic localities belonged to Long Island. Within the last few months, however,
a movement has been in good faith begun by long-headed, practical business men, few, if any, of whom
can be suspected of idealism or rainbow-chasing, which may end 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 indiffer-
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 envirenment, 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 bread 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 project which must give to its beneficiaries far
ereater and more permanent advantage than it possibly can to the railroad itself. Mr. Hill, perhaps
the ablest railroad administrator living, worked this all out long ago, in his Northwestern development.
The Long Island adopts the same principle, with methods modified to suit the conditions, and it is
only 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 profitably, at our own doors and upon the plains of Long
Island.
The incident illustrates, again, the old maxim that ‘“‘the Lord helps those who help themselves,”
and that those who are looking for the chance to do something usually are able to find work close at
hand. Perhaps, also, there is a side light on the much discussed municipal ownership idea. If anyone
believes that the agricultural development of Long Island could be accomplished in any other way than
that by which it has been undertaken, the experiments of municipal bridge operations, of tunnel con-
struction, of street opening, and of public buildings, go very far toward demonstrating a negative.
The corporation and the public are abundantly able to meet each other half way, at least, in their own
interests, and anyone who will take the trouble to study the methods and the policy recognized between
the railroad and the people of the Island will see an excellent illustration of the practical, common 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 which will warrant
the careful study and attention of those who undertake to read from events and from social and indus-
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.
—Kditorial, Brooklyn Standard Union.
This broad gauge article written by Mr. Herbert L. Bridgman, editor, explorer
and philanthropist, is assuredly a fitting finis.
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The Homestead at No. 2 in 1909
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T 1s 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.
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The Senior Partner said to Mike (who, by the way, is still foreman and whose
family now numbers eight, “Peace” and “* Nettie” having made their appearance
on this planet of ours), “I want to try some experiments here with onions. First
disc harrow that land just as soon as you can go on to it. One-half acre has
crimson clover on it and the rest was not winter covered; cut that clover all under
and don’t put any manure or anything else on it. On this part put 400 pounds
wood ashes, and on this part 1,000 pounds of the special onion fertilizer you are so
crazy to try.”
“All right, Mr. Fuller’, I do him, you see. I think fertilizer he be best, onion
he big feeder.”
“T 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, Mr. Peters
asked if we could get out a little leaflet every other week or so, giving the work at
the Experimental Stations, so that people who had become interested in the “ Lure
of the Land” could follow the farms in their growth. The Senior Partner “ ’lowed”’
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 harrowed, then
leveled, then rolled—the latter to compact the soil so that there would be no air
spaces about the roots.
As we are still going light on “‘Pennsy millions”? and did not have a grain
drill, we opened a furrow with the Planet Jr. Mike’s eldest son followed, sowing
soil from the old alfalfa field right in the furrow and the Planet Jr. drill coming
behind dropped the seed in the inoculated soil and covered it over. This is the
finest field we have ever seen; it has been cultivated with the Planet Jr. twice and
the weeds have been pulled out three times. This is a simple matter for it means
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Japanese a winter luxury. Pe-tsai: the delicate Chinese Cabbage. Witlo
Chicory, or Barbe de Capucin: a Belgian Salad
walking up and down the rows, pulling out an occasional weed. The field has been
cut twice yielding 1,500 pounds first cutting and 2,300 pounds the second.
Another acre, where early potatoes were harvested, was sown in the same
manner in early September; it 1s doing just as well, but our experience has been that
late sowings do not get sufficient root hold to withstand the heave and thaw of
winter.
Over in the dairy plot where the Virginia horse tooth corn grew the first year,
a big crop of lima beans was gathered last year. With the last cultivation crimson
clover was sown, as is the custom with every crop wherever practicable each year.
This Spring the fine tall stand of clover was disked under, and no other fertilizer
whatever was used. Cabbage and Brussels sprouts were planted there and it is
the finest field of cabbage it has ever been my pleasure to behold. The total cost
of fertilizing this crop for one year was $1. 20. Ev ery 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:
“Tn 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 234 pounds, running from 161% to 19% inches in
circumference and averaging 4 inches in thickness. Needless to say ae 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 orraw. Among the newcomers on the farm
this year is the South African pipe gourd or “Calabash.” The gourds grow with
great ease to perfection and the following incident occurred just before ‘Fair time
this year:
“Eliot” (who is one of the efficient, enthusiastic, willing, faithful, office force)
“oo 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 Ehot came back with this tale.
“T 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 equally
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.”
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“All right,” said we, ‘‘a new industry for Long Island and another point 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 plant, grows to perfection and matures a
fine crop of seed. These seeds are used much in the culinary delicacies of the Ital-
ians, while the leaf and stalk are used as flavoring for soups and salads.
A new sugar corn, Burpee’s “Catawba,” seems to outclass Golden Bantam for
tenderness and sweetness. In field corn Pedrick’s ‘‘Perfected” seems to lead all
others in quality and evenness of yield.
The orchard gave samples of fruit the third year, all samples were of the very
highest quality both as to flavor and color. The fourth year a 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 Carbolineum, soap and
water recommended by Dr. Thorne of the Ohio Experiment Station, was 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 Ist 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 with 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 bright day.
The surplus produce is still sent to Commission Merchants but always to
hotels, restaurants and clubs first. We pack only fancy goods in a fancy style and
it is still bringing the same good prices.
The horses, Texas and Buckeye are as sound as a dollar. In Winter they are
fed on alfalfa and in the Spring they come out fat, sleek and glossy and the farm
has been offered $350 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 Ist 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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Japan Plums from three-year-old trees
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. 2. This was established
because the wiseacres said:
“Oh, it is all right Fullerton, you can do this kind of work and make things
grow in this good soil of the North Shore, but you cannot do it in the sands of the
center section. That is burned over pine and there isn’t 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. 1’s, with the exception
of a predominance of peaches where No. 1’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. 1’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.
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Currants and gooseberries gave samples the first season, great luscious berries
of very firm quality, and our theory that this was preeminently a fruit country
was proven correct.
Therefore, the following Fall (1907), an acre was planted with red, yellow and
black raspberries, red, white and a few black currants. A half acre was planted
with English gooseberries as we had succeeded in raising these berries to perfec-
tion, controlling the blight fairly well. We felt sure that earlier and more frequent
sprayings with Bordeaux mixture would give us perfect fruit.
In the Spring of 1908 our first plantings of berry bushes gave a fine yield, the
currants were exceptionally large and fine flavored and met with aninstant demand.
The raspberries and American gooseberries did likewise.
The rest of the land was planted to regular market garden crops, with about
one acre in potatoes, one-half acre in teosinte (which gave the horses green fodder
all summer) and one-half acre in field corn.
Two express horses, “* Pennsylvania” and “Old Dominion” or “* Pennsy”’
and ‘‘Dom”’ for short, were purchased for $75 each when the farm work started.
They were fine big bays, but scratches on Pennsy and a bad fore knee on Dom
made them not as fine a pair as Texas and Buckeye. Good care and watchfulness
have kept them in perfect condition and they are a good team.
In December, 1908, it had been decreed, that, as the 10 acre market garden
had been such a success, 1t 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 would not
be able to stand much more. He had a wife and twins five years old. We told
him the only work that season was clearing land, for we had started to cut the
standing trees and brush on the balance of the tract.
“Tf you wish to go out and try it, Trappler, and see if you want to stay, all
right. If you do we will put up a portable house just like the one already there
and you can bring out the wife and children.”
“All right, Mr. Fullerton, [ will go out on January Ist.”
He did go and in three weeks said he would bring the family and stay per-
manently. Consequently a five-room portable was purchased and erected to the
east of the barn among a few living oaks and pines.
The second man was a Belgian, Dominique Boquet, who said he wished to
learn American methods before he and his brothers 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
customary good work, but as Mike had also let down some we thought George
would brace up again, especially as we had decided to live on the farm ourselves
this summer (19809).
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 portable were purchased; the larger placed behind the tower and
the smaller to the north and at right angles to it. This we called the ‘‘Elbow,” one
room was for our good Nettie 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.
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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 14 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
ras 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 1t 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. Trappler 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 Ist, the hottest of hot days, saw us move over. The painters had just
finished the house, everything was at sixes and sevens, the baby resented the change,
and life to me after the labor of leaving our home in “‘apple pie” order for summer
occupants, was hardly worth living. A night’s sleep in the dear little cottage
where all the sweet night air blew in about us made the morning brighter.
A survey of the farm sent us indoors with long-drawn, thoughtful, faces and
the following 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. We 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!”
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“Steady there! This is a corker, but let’s try to find the reason. There are
many. First he has three men under him and he doesn’t know how to direct the
work and oversee it himself, he goes ahead and does a staving day’s work and
never sees what the other men are at. Next, the baby is little and maybe his
wife has upset him some, she has a frightful temper. Next Dominique and Trap-
pler 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 Trappler 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 4th all hands went out and fought it along the west fire line which had been
planted to corn (sweet corn, of all things), but never cultivated, and at this time
of all others, the pump rods in the well had parted leaving us unable to get water,
and the irrigation had nearly 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. All hands started out to fight it;
in an hour we women folk knew how hot and tired they must be, so in our innocent
hearts Nettie and I started out with a pail of water and a lantern across the scrub
land. We walked it seemed for eternity, hallooing as we went. Finally we got a
response and met them returning having protected the north bound by back firing.
The fire went east and toward morning apparently died out.
On the 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 when Nettie’s voice came
over the *phone saying:
“The forest fires have come up again and are coming along the East line, the
men are trying to back fire and are playing the hose on the barn and Trappler
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 val right only the smoke is choking us all.”
I returned about 3:30 and ev erything 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 contintalle
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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“All right, the team is going down to the 3:30 train and you can go along.”
* All right, sir,” and he promptly packed his belongings, filled every box and
sack he could find with greens from his own little garden patch and departed in
peace. We have heard from him in many parts of the country since. I guess he
is a rover by instinct.
Mrs. Barrett had become hysterical and was childishly uncontrollable; she
went from bad to worse and we concluded she had all she could manage to take
care of her four small children.
Mrs. Trappler 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 wife, 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 world!
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 much from the responsibility, coupled with the fact that the
farm was in such dreadful shape, but we urged and supported him and he is making
good at every point.
Trappler 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.”
“T 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 Ff will be out of pocket
but the farm will not suffer.”
“Tl 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.
Trappler 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 Trappler 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.
“Ts he all rnght?” 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 comes 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 34 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.
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Where the line of pipe joins the standard intake pipe, 1s a movable joint.
This permits of the turning of the entire line of pipe (208 feet) so that the water
spraying from the tiny nozzles may be made to fall at any desired angle. By
turning the pipe so that the nozzles lie from nearly horizontal to perpendicular,
the entire surface of from 25 to 50 feet, according to the pressure of water, will be
covered with a fine rain. Then by turning the pipe over to the opposite side
another strip is watered in the same way.
In order to see what the sprayings would do, we used it only on one side of
the line of pipe. The first spraying lasted 244 hours, two days later 1/4 hours.
Then we had onions bulbing 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
allsummer. 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 pounds.
It is a new strain and the credit is due to Prof. Myers who has been Agricultural
Explorer in North China for the U. S. Department of Agriculture.
There is a glorious bed of sea kale ready to produce next spring early, for use
in the hampers. This is a delicate blanched stalk which can be used the same as
asparagus and is delicious; it is ready much before asparagus and is a great addition
to our food supply.
“Second crop potatoes” are also a new stunt, and to Mr. Wm. Bodly, 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. André 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 we add a new industry to our Island farmers’ list.
Let me say here, that the neighbors and others who first scoffed at us, who
thought we were “book farmers” and upstarts coming to teach us “who have 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 way 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 bearer. The Burbanks were not so full of fruit except an occ:
sional tree, and the Satsumas developed a new and unheard of blight which ne
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
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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, Delaware, Catawba, Brighton, Worden,
Agawam, Salem, Wilder and Campbell’s Early.
This Fall the “ Elbow” or little two-room portable which constituted a portion
of our house, went to the County Fairs. As usual it was crowded with visitors,
not skeptics, as we found the first year, but friends of ours, coming in the spirit of
neighborliness to tell us of their successes and confer with us about their failures.
The South African “Calabash” or pipe gourd (the gourds as they grow hung
upon the wall, and a curved stem end of one 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 were 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, where we were so unfortunate among our neighbors the first
year as to be barred from competition after we had entered in all classes, we won
first prize on collection of 6 vegetables. This was all we entered and I was 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, 1t 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 1s 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.
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Vol. III, Number 7 October 20, 1909
LONG ISLAND
NY
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A Fortnightly Record of Facts
Together With Deductions Based Upon Natures Practical Demonstrations
Compiled by Hal B. and Edith Loring Fullerton
Publication office, Huntington, Long Island, New York
“TI do the very best I know how—the very best I can; and I mean to keep doing so until the end.”
—Abraham Lincoln
Current Gleanings
When our food furnishers, one by one, show that they have finished the work set
apart by Nature for each of them to do, when the flowers and trees show plainly
that having matured their seeds and made certain the continuance of their species
they are preparing for the rest they have earned, we two partners invariably size up
our work to see if we have done our level best to accomplish our share of that portion
of Life’s Lot that has been placed in cur care.
This train of thought gives rise to multitudes cf 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 22,873 tons of potatoes, cauliflower and cucumbers by
freight alone, against 10,824 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 goleonda 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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