Methods of Culture in the South. 



large two-masted schooner, waiting their turn to discharge their freight 

 >f berry crates and garden produce, reached half across the Elizabeth 

 iver. The rumble of the trucks was almost like the roar of thunder, as 

 >res of negroes hustled crates, barrels and boxes aboard. Most of the 

 time, they were on a good round trot, and one had to pick his way with 

 ire ; for, apparently, the truck was as thoughtful as the trundler. 



As the long twilight fades utterly into night, the last crate is aboard, 

 ic dusky forms of the stevedores are seen in an old pontoon-shaped 

 it on their way to Portsmouth, but their outlines, and the melody of 

 icir rude song, are soon lost in the distance. The ship, that has become 

 like a huge section of Washington Market, casts off her lines, and away 

 re steam, diffusing on the night air the fragrance of a thousand acres, 

 lore or less, of strawberries. 



It was late in the night that followed the next day before we reached 

 few York, but on the great covered wharf, to which was given a noon- 

 lay glare by electric lights, there was no suggestion of the darkness and 

 tin without. Various numbers, prominent on the sides of the building, 

 indicated the lines of transit and the commission houses to which the 

 immense, indiscriminate cargo was assigned. With a heavy jar and rumble 

 that would not cease till the ship was empty, a throng of white laborers 

 each package to its proper place. Mr. Young's crates soon grew 

 |into what seemed, in the distance, a good-sized mound. The number 

 ibove them stood for Eldridge & Carpenter, West Washington Market. 

 Thither we followed them the next morning, but found that the most 

 )f them had already been scattered throughout the city, and realized that 

 ,the berries we had seen a few hours before on the strawberry farm were 

 then on uptown breakfast- tables. 



