358 MINNESOTA STATE HORTICULTURAL SOCIETY. 



Mr. Barrett: How did you put it on? 



Dr. Frisselle. I spread it on the ground and worked it in. 

 Another gentleman told me that he used fine bran, sprinkling 

 it upon his cabbages, and he said that it drove away the cab- 

 bage worm entirely. I suppose fine salt would do the same. 



Mr. Chandler: I will say that I am using fine shorts on my 

 cabbage, and I find it works very well. 



Mrs. Kennedy: I find ashes to be one of the best fertilizers 

 I can use in the garden. Of course", it is necessary to know how 

 to use it and what to use it on. I find that, in putting it around 

 my current bushes, I can hardly get too much around them; 

 but I have also found that if you put too much on your straw- 

 berry bed, it will burn it all up. 



Mr. Lyons : I have used fine bran, and saved cabbage, that I 

 wanted for my own use. It is more difiicult to save cabbage for 

 your own use than to raise for the market. I think dust has a 

 great effect in keeping worms and flies away from cabbage. 



MY FAILUKE IN GROWING CELERY. 



JOSHUA ALLYN, RED WING. 



Mr. President: Requested by the secretary to give my experience in 

 growing some kind of vegetable, I have selected celery, and will give 

 failure as well as success. My first attempt did fairly well. I soon real- 

 ized the growing demand, it being used by many as a medicine. I con- 

 cluded to raise it in abundance. Some of my best soil I prepared in good 

 shape and set out twenty thousand plants. They were looking fine up to 

 the middle of July, then a few days of hot, dry winds soon changed the 

 prospects; most of the plants died, the rest might as well, for they were 

 so badly hurt they never came to perfection. 



I concluded this vegetable needed soil different from my own land, so I 

 rented, adjoining my own, a piece that I thought just right, a wet, springy 

 soil at the head of a ravine, that never had washed out. I broke the land 

 one year, and the next year, with high hopes, I set out my fine plants. 

 They grew splendidly, and I was sure I had hit it all right. One night 

 in July, we had a terrible storm, such as we only have in years. In the 

 morning I found celery, soil and about all, washed away. For all I know, 

 it may have gone to St. Louis. 



There are many chances of failure with growing this one luxury; one 

 of the worst, I find, is sun-scald. Just before time for hand-earthing, the 

 outside leaves begin to die. This continues until nearly all are affected; 

 then it seems to take a new start from the heart, but recovers slowly. 

 Most we raised this year had this trouble, although some we had was fine. 



A few years ago. I noticed the Red Manchester was a variety well liked, 

 both as to flavor and beauty, also a good keeper. I sent and procured seed 

 of the old English variety. The plants were fine. Entire crop did fairly 

 well until fall, when, for reasons unknown to me, it became pithy, stringy 

 and unfit for use in any shape — the entire crop a dead loss. 



