ANOTHER HARDY GARDEN BOOK 



I care infinitely more for the trees, decid- 

 uous and evergreen, the rhododendrons and 

 other things that I have had transplanted 

 from the woods and fields, and succeeded in 

 making happy in their new home, than for 

 anything that we have bought from nur- 

 serymen. 



When you have once acquired the taste 

 for transplanting from the country side, 

 there is no overcoming the desire. You 

 become more observant, and when walk- 

 ing or driving, you look upon the trees, 

 shrubs, vines and flowering plants along the 

 road or in the fields with an eye to bringing 

 them home some day. I know now of a 

 straight, healthy tulip tree, about twelve 

 feet high, growing on a tangled roadside 

 some miles away, which I have often 

 thought about during this Summer and 

 Fall. Some day I shall make friends with 

 the farmer, who probably does not care 

 about or even know of its existence, and 

 hope to persuade him to let me have the tree. 

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