1 62 SUCCESS V/ITH SMALL FRUITS. 



Streamed out of the city in the gray dawn, left them in a 

 long line, close as herrings in a box, pressing toward the 

 window, from which came faintly the chink of silver. 



As night at last closed about us, we realized the difference 

 between a strawberry farm and a strawberry bed, or " patch," 

 as country people say. Here was a large and well-devel- 

 oped business, which proved the presence of no small de- 

 gree of brain power and energy ; and our thoughts naturally 

 turned to the proprietor and the methods by which he 

 achieved success. 



J. R. Young, Jr., is a veteran in strawberry culture, al- 

 though but twenty-nhie years of age. Mr. Young, Sr., was 

 a Presbyterian clergyman who always had a leaning toward 

 man's primal calling. When his son was a little boy, he was 

 preaching at Plattsburgh, New York, and to his labors in 

 the spiritual vineyard joined the care of a garden that was 

 the pride of the town. Mr. Young, Jr., admits that he hated 

 weeding and working among strawberries as much as any 

 other boy, until he was given a share in the crop, and per- 

 mitted to send a few crates to Montreal. He had seen but 

 nine years when he shipped his first berries to market, and 

 every summer since, from several widely separated localities 

 and with many and varied experiences, he has sent to 

 Northern cities increasing quantities of his favorite fruit. 

 When but fifteen years of age he had the entire charge, 

 during the long season, of three hundred " hands," and the 

 large majority of them were Irish women and children. 

 After considerable experience in strawberry farming in north- 

 ern and southern New York and in New Jersey, his father 

 induced him to setde at Norfolk, Virginia, and hither he 

 came about ten years ago. Now he has under his control 

 a farm of 440 acres, 150 of which are to-day covered with 

 bearing strawberry plants. In addition, he has set out this 



