i86 State Horticultural Society. 



berries to market than the grower received for a year's labor caring for 

 them. You will note that the berries sold for an average of $1.50 per 

 crate. Up until the last two days they averaged much moie than that, 

 but when the price of berries drops to $1 per crate we have to stop ship- 

 ping at Koshkonong, because there is no money for the grower- 



In conclusion we would say that the peach business at Koshkonong 

 differs very little from the same business in any other section. While 

 we have not been forced into a fight against disease and insects, yet 

 we do not know what the future holds in store for us. Our trees have 

 gone into winter with a good supply of fruit buds and bid fair to yield 

 a splendid crop next year. We would be pleased to have any or all of 

 you visit us at harvesting time and feed you a Koshkonong peach that 

 has ripened on the tree. You could also get a better idea of the peach 

 business at Koshkonong in that way than by having listened to the 

 reading of this paper. 



THE TR AN SPORT ATIO'N QUESTION FROM A FRUIT GROW- 



• ERS' VIEW POINT. 



(Louis Erb, Memphis, Teiin.) 



It is now nearly twenty years since I first heard of the Missouri 

 State Horticultural Society. Colonel Evans was then its president and 

 Mr. Goodman its secretary. After I got well acquainted with these two 

 men, I felt that tlie afifairs of the Society were in good hands. 



When some years later I joined its ranks and became a member, 

 I learned to look upon Colonel Evans, as did the children of Israel, 

 upon their leader several thousand years ago. Like many others I re- 

 garded him as the Moses of this Society, who was destined by Provi- 

 dence to lead — not the children of Israel — but the children of Missouri, 

 out of the wilderness and into the promised land- That he did great 

 good in bettering the cause of horticulture in Missouri, while he was 

 our Moses, no one will deny. 



I don't know where he led others, but instead of leading me to Mt. 

 Sinai, as the Moses of old would have done, this modern Moses led me to 

 Mt. Ozark, right to the top of it, and I am there yet. 



The climate up there is so healthy, the elevation so lofty and the at- 

 mosphere so ethereal that good men never die. And even if they did 

 die, the crops as a rule are so short there wouldn't be any money to bury 

 them. So I expect to stay there till the sheriff runs me off, or a 



