V. 



MY GARDEN WHAT FRUITS WERE CULTI- 

 VATED. 



MY readers will naturally suppose that the 

 two and a quarter acres that produced two 

 thousand dollars in one summer are not the 

 bare, stony field I found it ; nor would they 

 be mistaken. A more luxuriant plot of 

 ground about June 3Oth could hardly be 

 found. Everything there is in the strength 

 of its youth or maturity, and the impres- 

 sion of superabundant vitality is given. Rasp- 

 berries and blackberries toss their forming and 

 ripening fruit high above my head, and the boys 

 picking are utterly lost to view, save where 

 they mount a box to reach the topmost sprays. 

 Th* bean-poles are no longer gaunt and bare, 



