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The ground has been taken up so fully with trial varieties that there 

 is very little room left, enough perhaps for 100 trees, and what shall be 

 done in the future, for the trial of varieties still to make their appear- 

 ance, is something of a problem. We must either dig out or regraft, or 

 have additional territory on which to work. 



There are still more than two thirds (yes, more than three quarters) of 

 the apples on the place yet to show their fruit. Among them are quite 

 a large number of varieties, from that Russian importation, and not long 

 since, some three years ago, we received quite a number of scions from 

 Bohemia. None are fruited yet, of course, and quite a large number 

 were received in scion from Mr. Hathaway, who is engaged in the effort 

 to find something that in his estimation will be hardy enough for south- 

 western Michigan, where they are a little out of range of the lake, and 

 get more or less of the climate of northern Illinois and Indiana. Those 

 will be worked and planted, and that will very nearly fill up the ground, 

 when we get them all into the orchards, but it will of course take quite 

 anumber of years to produce fruit from them and test them thoroughly. 



IN CALIFORNIA WITH THE AMERICAN POMOLOGICAL 



SOCIETY. 



BY HON. C. J. MONROE OF SOUTH HAVEN. 



At our last annual gathering I was elected a delegate to the meeting 

 of the American Pomological society, to be held in Sacramento, Califor- 

 nia, Jan. 16 to 18, 1895. It is the purpose of this paper to give a brief 

 report of that journey and the meeting; also, some observations which I 

 trust may be of service. 



To one taking the trip for the first time, across the continent, the 

 temptation is strong to say something of the vast plains, the grand 

 scenery of mountain, gorge, and canon; but this has been frequently 

 written and spoken of in well-rounded sentences, and more eloquently 

 than I can do, so I will simply say to those who have not had the pleasure 

 of this trip that I hope you may some day take it. 



I had a chance to realize the pleasant transition "from snow to flowers" 

 in a few hours. Just before our descent from the mountains, I looked 

 out of my window and saw winter scenes where the houses and trees 

 were nearly buried, and the storm raging at a lively rate, so that the 

 trains following us were delayed several days. Two or three hours later 

 we were in the midst of flowers, growing shrubbery, and the ground was 

 carpeted with grass as green and fresh as on a June day with us. 



The hall where we met was large and comfortable, trimmed with a 

 profusion of evergreen, smilax, and flowers in endless variety, with dis- 

 plays of fresh and preserved fruits of all kinds on a scale to sustain 

 California's World's Fair record. 



One unique feature was the dried fruit, which was bountifully served 

 by five or six young ladies, who gave the varieties and the manner of 



