seven] out in the orchard 



isfying fruit that I used to pick up in my Michigan 

 orchard. So here in New York 1 keep on growing 

 peach trees, because sometimes I get a crop — gen- 

 erally more or less Waddells and Champions. 

 Mountain Rose is another hardy sort; and Admiral 

 Dewey, Holderbaum, Kalamazoo, Captain Ede, 

 Mamie Ross, will endure zero weather, and are all 

 of the finest quality. In a climate just out of the 

 peach belt give no room whatever to late varieties, 

 for they will not perfect themselves before freezing 

 weather. 



The quince can claim a place with your orchard 

 trees, or in the garden of currants and berries. I 

 have them growing in both of these relations. I 

 like a quince bush also near the house, or one oc- 

 casionally showing its golden fruit in the shrubbery. 

 I hold it to be indispensable, in October, November, 

 and December, to have a dish of baked quinces on 

 the dinner table. It is the perfection of table lux- 

 uries. Cut open, remove the core, and cover with 

 butter and sugar; and let conversation cease. The 

 old orange or apple quince is the one most com- 

 monly planted, and is a thoroughly good sort. The 

 pear-shaped variety is a trifle later, but is a much 

 better keeper, and I think of better quality. I 



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