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Our next stopping place was at Mr. A. H. Pettit's, whose proprietor also 

 joined our party to the Camp. Mr. A. H. Pettit is among the most ener- 

 getic farmers of the Grimsby section, and is worthy the prominent position 

 he holds at the head of the Central Farmers' Institute. His farm, more 

 devoted to apples and peaches and general crop than to vineyards, shows that 

 he does not do all his farming — as some prominent figures in the farmers' 

 institutes do — away from his farm. Mr. Pettit having joined us, we soon 

 arrived at Maplehurst Farm, the home of the Secretary of the Ontario Fruit 

 Growers' Association, and editor of The Horticulturist. Here the road 

 strikes the base of the mountain ridge, which is thickly wooded to the brow, 

 and underneath its shadow nestles Maplehurst, with its old-fashioned frame 

 homestead, overhung with venerable locusts, ever recalling historic me- 

 mories of U. E. Loyalist early settlement, of courageous enterprise and sub- 

 sequent thrift. The farm stretches, in apple, peach and pear orchard and 

 vineyard, with intervening raspberry and strawberry patches, away to the 

 lake. From the mountain here, at an elevation of 250 or 300 feet, over- 

 looking the valley toward Lake Ontario, is what Mr. Rice, of Port Huron, 

 described in such graphic terms at the Hamilton meeting as the grandest 

 natural panorama and most inspiring landscape that ever fell beneath the 

 eye of a horticulturist. His enthusiasm was well warranted and his animated 

 description was no exaggeration. As far as the eye can reach to the east 

 and to the west, bounded only on the north by the beautiful waters of the 

 lake, is one continuous and delightful picture of orchard, garden and vine- 

 yard, ever varying, yet ever the same, and appearing before and beneath 

 you more like an enchanting miniature checkerboard of nature than what 

 it really is — a rural scene of vast extent. The inspiration of Bryant could 

 do the scene no more than justice in his vivid description of the mountain 

 ridges, rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun ; the venerable wood ; the vales, 

 stretching in pensive quietness away ; the complaining brooks that make 

 the meadows green ; and poured beyond all, old ocean's grey and ever chang- 

 ing margin of waters. And this enchanting and fruitful spot is the abode 

 of man. What a happy lot ! 



Mitchell, Out. T. H. RACE. 



(To be continued.) 



FRUITS IN MANITOBA. 



^^IR, — I receive your paper regularly every month, and, to any one having 



/^ a taste for fruit growing, it is indispensable. The report of the Fruit 



Growers' Association alone is worth the money. In the spring of 



1889 I made choice of the Woolverton * Apple from your list ; it arrived all 



* The Apple called Woolverton is now known as the Princess Louise. It was given the latter name out 

 of compliment to Her Royal Highness, because of its remarkable beauty. — Editor. 



