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What does this all mean ? 



Just simply this : that the market is better organized. 

 The grower and dealer have come into closer touch with each 

 other for their mutual benefit. Apples have become further 

 distributed than heretofore, and Europe has learned the value 

 of American apples as a food. To illustrate : last spring a 

 commission house sent one car of Newtown Pippins of South- 

 ern Oregon growing to Hamburg, in Germany, which were 

 sold for hfteen marks or $3.65 per box. About a month ago 

 a gentleman came into my office and presented his card ; he 

 proved to be a commission merchant from Hamburg. He 

 said to me that he was present when this car of apples was 

 auctioned oft', and was one of the bidders ; he was so im- 

 pressed with the fine quality of these apples that he came 

 over in person to make arrangements for this winter's supply. 



The outlook for the apple in the future, as a commercial 

 fruit, is certain!}' a most promising one. 



A commercial apple orchard, located where climatic and 

 soil conditions are most congenial to their perfection, is one 

 of the best-paying propositions of this day. From observa- 

 tion I find that the demand and consumption of apples in- 

 creases from year to year, to the exclusion of most other 

 fruits in the fresh state, followed closely by our fine prunes 

 as an evaporated product. 



The apple is to the fruit what the potato is to the vegetable 

 line — whenever once introduced, it is there to stay. 



THE APPLE ORCHARDS OF OREGON. 



There is perhaps no more fascinating or ennobling pursuit 

 in life, and possibly none more profitable, than the growing 

 of apples. The poet who has watched and raved over the 

 development of a beautiful girl bab}^ into maiden — and ulti- 

 mate womanhood — will find its counterpart in an Oregon 

 apple orchard. To stand and watch in early spring the 

 quickening of the apple tree ; the gradual development of 

 leaf and bud, and the gentle, timid opening of its bewitching 

 blossoms, filling the air with its intoxicating fragrance ; the 

 final fruitage of the magnificent red apples for which Oregon 

 has become famous, is a poem in itself. William Cullen 

 Bryant must have had an Oregon apple orchard in mind 

 when he wrote : 



