i66 BEACH GRASS 



tree. William Brewster sent me some white 

 pines from Concord and other friends remem- 

 bered me from time to time, but most of all I 

 scoured the neighboring woods and fields of 

 Ipswich and especially the sand dunes for new 

 and interesting additions to my forest area. Old 

 Captain Ellsworth had saved for me a hne beach 

 plum near the lighthouse. As my time in the 

 spring and fall — the proper transplanting season 

 — was very limited I had need to transplant in 

 midsummer during my vacation. Fortunately 

 evergreens could safely be transplanted at this 

 season but my broad-leaf ventures were only oc- 

 casionally successful. 



There had been no preliminary work, no 

 ploughing nor harrowing and no subsequent cul- 

 tivation — I had neither time nor means for these 

 — and I was convinced from what I had read 

 that, although these were of course desirable, 

 they could be dispensed with. I was prepared to 

 lose many of my trees in the struggle, but I felt 

 sure I should triumph in the end. Nothing ven- 

 ture, nothing have is often a good motto. 



Many of my wise friends, looking down on 



