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would walk through an orchard and every time he went under 

 an apple tree it seemed to me that that tree grew an inch and 

 that its leaves lifted themselves toward heaven and thanked God 

 that they had so good a man as that man was to attend to them. 

 Alnother man might walk under that tree and poison it. This is 

 just as true as you live, and I believe that the man who can do 

 these things should raise fruit. I believe that the man who likes 

 a hen and who can make a hen pay a dollar a year, should go 

 into the hen business, and a man who knows a good cow as far 

 as he can see her should go into the dairy business. I believe 

 when we study the conditions by which we are surrounded, and 

 when we do the things we like to do, and when we do them 

 with our might, we may be sure every time that the balance will 

 be on the right side of the ledger, and the boys and girls who 

 are on the farms today will see the dignity of the life of the tiller 

 of the soil. For it is to the boys and girls, and to the homes that 

 we look for the future of the State of Maine. 



Mr. J. Merrill Lord, of Kezar Falls : In some sections of 

 the State we are inclined to think that the teachings of the Pom- 

 ological Society are not receiving as much attention as they 

 ought to receive, but there is one thing — this section of the 

 State is not one of those sections. You heard one of the gentle- 

 men who came in the morning train express wonder this after- 

 noon where all the people came from, saying "they certainly 

 didn't come in on the train." It reminded me of a little story of 

 a stage-driver. He was rather a perculiar character and many 

 interesting stories were told of him. One day he had quite a 

 load of passengers. A gentleman came to him and said "what 

 is your rate from Rochester to Ossipee?" "Well," he said "I 

 have three prices, 50 cents, 75 cents and a dollar — you may take 

 your choice." Well he said he thought he would take a dollar 

 seat and he asked him where the seat was and he told him to 

 get right inside the coach. Pretty soon one of the fellows that 

 paid seventy-five cents came along and he was told to get inside 

 the coach, and then one of the fellows that paid fifty cents got 

 into the same coach. He began to think he was being cheated 

 a little and was thinking the matter over. They got started out 

 and presently came to a bad place in the road and the coach 

 stuck. The stage driver stopped, got down and says: "You 

 fifty-cent fellows get out here and push, you fellows that paid 



