166 ABC OF STRAWBERRY CULTURE. 



is really a difficult matter to secure such results every time. I 

 have had something nearly as good by putting the plants two 

 feet apart from center to center each way, and keeping all the 

 runners off ; but I think I may say the finest berries I ever grew 

 were from plants set in the fall. Of course, we do not get as 

 many berries to the acre as with a matted row; but where they 

 bring almost double, as in the case above, it may pay just as 

 well after all. 



A WHEELRIDE TO T. B. TERRY'S AND SOME OF HIS NEIGH- 

 BORS IN JULY, 1894; ALSO SOMETHING ABOUT MARKET- 

 ING THE CROP JUST THE VERY MINUTE IT IS AT ITS 

 BEST, AND WILL BRING THE MOST MONEY. 



The following account of my wheelride has something to 

 siy about potatoes and other things as well as strawberries 

 that I think our readers will be interested in notwithstanding. 

 It is taken from Gleanings in Bee Culture for July 15, 1894. 



All through the month of May I was impatient to get over 

 inlo Summit Co ; but business, muddy roads, and one thing 

 after another, prevented until Friday, June 8, when I got things 

 fixed around so I thought I could go ; but so many things need- 

 ed attention that it was after dinner before I could get off ; then 

 something more had to be seen to until I was startled to find 

 that it lacked only 20 minutes of j, and I must either give it up 

 or make 30 miles before dark ; and a goodly part of the 30 

 miles was up and down the tremendous hills bordering on the 

 Cuyahoga River. I laughingly told my youngest sister that I 

 would stand in T. B. Terry's yard before the sun went down, 

 and off I started. The new light wheel made point after point, 

 much quicker than the heavier one. 



Down we went those great long twisty hilly roads, flying 

 under the covered bridge, over the canal and along the edge of 

 the river, until I found the proper road, winding along another 

 mountain stream, up toward Terry's home. I was so animated 

 with the idea of getting there before sunset that I did not v en- 

 ure to even look around. I found friend Terry in that same 

 fautiful dooryard handsomer, yes, ever so much handsomer^ 



