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trade, we could not supply more than the demand for really good fruit. 

 The talk about over-production is simply ridiculous. Certainly there will 

 be a surplus of undesirable varieties and of badly grown specimens, for 

 which other means will have to be employed for working them up, such as 

 canning, drying, making jellies, vinegar, cider, etc. Much of the refuse can 

 be profitably used in feeding cattle, sheep and pigs, but a first-class article 

 of fresh fruit will always find a ready and remunerative sale in the markets 

 of the Old World. Especially will this be the case when faster transport is 

 had and better conditions en route are placed at the disposal of the shipper. 

 Ottawa. P E. BUCKE. 



THE GRIMSBY FRUIT SECTION— II. 



gONTINUING our trip eastward from Maplehurst Farm toward the 

 Methodist camping ground, we pass through the quiet and pictur- 

 esque little village of Grimsby, less than a mile from the former place. 

 There is nothing specially striking or worthy of note in or about the village 

 itself, except it be the large shipping trade that is done there during the fruit 

 season. The short drive from the village to the camp is a very interesting 

 one, and it seemed to me to be the centre of the raspberry section. The 

 Cuthbert was just in its season, and on both sides of the road acres of it 

 were beseiged with busy pickers, sending off, I suppose, thousands of baskets 

 daily. It seemed strange to one, whose great difficulty is to devise a fence 

 high enough and strong enough to protect his few square rods of Cuthberts 

 from pilferers, to see acres of them growing along the road side with no 

 fence of any kind between them and the public highway. There are noway- 

 side fences required in the Grimsby section, as no farm stock are allowed to 

 run at large, and this lends an additional attractiveness to the whole moun- 

 tain valley. 



We reached the camp ground in due time, and found it to be very nicely 

 situated in the heart of this much favored section, overlooking the lake, and 

 the hand of man has done much to add to its natural attractions. But 

 to me it lacked the attractiveness of the fruit farm, the vineyard, and 

 the garden that surrounded it on every side, except the north. It was an 

 "off day" at the park, they said, and although there were two thousand 

 people within the ground, so we were told, it appeared as if they had all 

 gone "off" to sleep, except the hotel clerk who was wide enough awake to 

 take fifty cents apiece for a very moderate dinner. The air and aspect of 

 idleness and suspended activities that prevailed within the park were in too 

 great a contrast with the activities of industrial life on every hand without 

 to be long enjoyed, nayendured, by an enthusiast in horticulture, and in less 

 than two hours we were again among the orchards and vineyards on our re- 



