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plates. Messrs. Atwood, Flournoy and Rogers were our judges, and I 

 am confident that they ^\•ill testify as I have. 



Therefore, gentlemen, I am satisfied with dust spray, and expect 

 to continue its use tmtil something else pleases me better. I am sure we 

 must spray with something, and it must be done thoroughly. I had a 

 man to call on me to sell me a new dust sprayer ; he told me all I would 

 have to do was to go up and down every fourth row in the orchard, 

 keep moving and keep the thing smoking. I am afraid this is the way 

 much of the dusting is done. A tree must be covered up and left in a 

 perfect fog, and when everything works good one can spray from 100 

 to 120 ten to twelve-year-old trees in an hour. I spray from five o'clock 

 in the morning until eight or nine, and from six to nine in the evening, 

 the leaves being damp during these hours. A few more words and I 

 am through. 



Gentlemen, did you ever see a man trying to swim without going 

 into the water. He can come as near doing it as we can in growing a 

 good orchard and raising perfect apples without work. Four-fifths of 

 our fruit men try this plan, only to be met with failure and disappoint- 

 ment. I have neighbors who can and do tell me all about caring for an 

 orchard. The lazy things raise poor evaporating stuff, and their wives 

 have to milk in a filthy mud pen. There are other men who tell me that 

 orcharding is a failure. I tell them that it is not the business, but the 

 man is the failure. Therefore, gentlemen, to succeed we must use the 

 same industry and energy that is used in other callings by the successful 

 man. We must love our trees; they are our friends, and with kind 

 treatment will give us handsome returns. 



In conclusion, allow me to say that the man who is intensely inter- 

 ested in his work, who cheerfully utilizes every opportunity to advance 

 it and eagerly grapples with anything that comes up, is sure to succeed. 

 Such a man lives longer, enjoys life better, and such a man proves the 

 best neighbor and the truest friend. 



SPRAYING EXPERIENCES. 



(W. D. Gibson, Dixon, Mo.) 



In September, 1902, we took charge of an orchard of 80 acres, rang- 

 ing from eight to eleven years of age, which, while the previous owner 

 had done considerable cultivating, pruning and whitewashing, had never 

 been sprayed, and the scab, codling moth and various other fungous and 

 insect pests were doing tremendous damage to both trees and fruit. So 



