90 INSECTS INJURIOUS TO FRUIT. 



outskirts of Buffalo and Black Rock, I found some fruit trees in the pasture lots and 

 gardens. The black knots were on the Plum trees, but I saw none on the Cherry 

 trees, as in New Jersey and many other places. In this ramble of several hours I 

 examined all the Apple trees that I could approach without seeming to be too curious 

 about the gardens of strangers. I saw no marks of the apples having been punctured 

 by the Curculio. A few showed signs of the Apple Moth ; but apples so fair I had 

 not seen for many years. It was truly refreshing. I had just come from the orchards 

 of New Jersey and Eastern New York, where half the apples had already fallen, and 

 most of the remainder were blighted and deformed by the Curculio, and I was amazed 

 at such a vision. It was a new sensation. Whether this is so every year in this locality, 

 or whether there had been a drought the preceding year just at the right time, I was 

 unable to find out. At 3 p. M. I started in an omnibus for Williamsville, ten miles 

 east of Buffalo, and two or three miles further, on foot, brought me to the home of 

 the parents of my friend Anthony Hochstein, the artist, to whom this book is indebted 

 for its artistic merits. The apple orchards here were, like the few trees near Black 

 Rock, well loaded with fruit, and there were no signs of the Curculio. I was told 

 that the plums were entirely destroyed every year by the Curculio, but I saw none; 

 a few peaches in the garden here were badly punctured. 



July 21. In returning to Buffalo I preceded the stage on foot several miles to 

 examine the orchards along the road, and found scarcely any Curculio marks. The 

 Apple Moth had been at work, though not badly. There were plenty of the tent 

 caterpillars. In the afternoon, took a long stroll about the city. Saw one Plum tree 

 full of fruit, but it stood close to a house. Bough apples were on the stands in the 

 shops. They were badly marked by the Curculio, but they had come from further 

 South, probably from Cleveland, Ohio. The season at Buffalo is two weeks later 

 than at Newark, New Jersey. Cherries and Doolittle Black Caps were now in per- 

 fection here, but they were all gone many days before I left home. 



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July 23. The- nine Curculios caught last I found dead when I returned. The 

 Bartlett Pear given them was untouched. 



July 28. Took a trip down the New York bay to enjoy the sea breeze during 

 the heat of the day. In a ramble on the eastern end of Staten Island I examined 

 the trees as far as possible, but most of them were without fruit, and showed signs of 

 rough usage. A man with an excitable temper should not live near a steamboat or 

 railroad landing, or, if he does, should not attempt raising fruit. Those who do not 



