STATE HORTICULTURAL SOCIETY. 133 
der if we are city hunters with the usual accompainment of Pointer or Spaniel. 
They knew they had no business there or had no right to root that hole under 
the fence, and for the life of them they cannot locate that hole, when their owner 
whistles for Tige, and away they all scamper through the garden, among the 
currant bushes, over the onion bed, around and around, doing as much damage 
in five minutes as their black skins are worth, until finally, completely tired out, 
their memory suddenly returns, and they slip through the fence, and the trouble 
is over. While on our way to the fence to put on the necessary repairs, we find 
one of those calves has got loose and 1s deliberately eating the clothes off the 
line 
We go to the garden to ascertain the damage, and as we are deeply inter- 
ested in the horticultuaal features of the place, we will spend an hour there- 
One thing strikes us very favorably, it has the liberal allowance of at least an 
acre. Its fenced from fields and farm yard, and is in the same general enclos- 
ure as the house. We find the regular old fashioned arrangements of rows of 
currant and raspberries bushes, at intervals of a rod or so—the spaces between 
devoted to vegetables—this renders horse culture rather a difficult matter, and 
you all know what kind of hand culture these places get. Ten chances to one, 
you will find this man’s corn field perfectly clean, while his garden is a mass of 
weeds. If there is a bunch of nettles on the farm you will find them growing 
with the currant bushes, or if a burdock ripens its seed anywhere, it will be in 
some corner of this farm garden. What ought to be the best arranged and 
most tidy as well as the most profitable plat of the farm, is really the most 
poorly arranged, and most slovenly and unprofitable acre on the whole estate. 
We walk over the farm and find the fields well tilled, the crops looking fine- 
ly, and see that nature, in the magnificent bounty of her great heart has spread 
a bountiful prospect for our host. It is dinner time, and while partaking of this. 
and praising the substantial substance, and after spending an hour in the par- 
lor, where we find books and pictures, and music and culture, we wonder more 
than ever why the average farmer in America pays so little attention to garden- 
ing and rural adornement and landscape architecture; or, in other words, why 
he ignores so completely the horticultural part of his professions. 
Let us begin with farm garden. We cannot deal entirely with new plans, so 
we must make some radical changes in the old one. It will look like vandalism,, 
but we expect to remain there a number of years, and may just as well go to 
work. First, we will decide that the vegetable garden shall have half of that 
acre plat, and the small fruits the other half, not mixed up as they now are, but 
a line shall be drawn through the center, and it shall be the boundary line of 
each department. 
First we will dig out every currant or gooseberry bush, every raspperry cane 
or strawberry plant, that is found on the vegetable side of our boundary line. 
The ground thus cleaned, we will burn all the rubbish; cart on enough well rot- 
ted barnyard manure to entirely cover it toa depth of six inches; plow it in— 
plow deeply, harrow, and plow again a little deeper, harrow and roll until in 
thoroughly good condition to grow anything. Nearly all the garden vegetables. 
are strong feeders, and to be produced nearest perfection must be grown on the 
richest soil. So arrange your garden that all the strong growing sorts, like 
cabbage, cauliflower, beans, peas, potatoes, sweet corn, ete., can be cultivated 
with a horse. Plant in season. One great secret in growing vegetables is to 
