,Q EVERGREENS. 



It is with trees as with human beings. A girl tenderly 

 nurtured in a city, shielded from sun and storm, has a soft, 

 velvety complexion, and if later on her children and greind- 

 children grow up in the same conditions there would be even 

 greater delicacy of features. If a sister of this same girl 

 grew up on Western plains and was much out of doors, bronzed 

 by the hot suns and toughened by the winds, she would have a 

 countenance entirely difterent, and if this exposure should be 

 kept up for generations It would seem as if they could not pos- 

 sibly have been related. 



Rich Coloring Can Be Preserved. With care the rich color- 

 ing can be preserved and even enhanced. When you trans- 

 plant a tree from the mountains to a prairie nursery and give 

 it good care, it grows much more rapidly and has a deeper, finer 

 color. You can find nowhere In the mountains such lovely 

 trees as you see in a well-sheltered nursery. And here a 

 strange thing occurs. In some parts of Massachusetts are 

 places very congenial and the trees put on a radiance that Is 

 charming, and the same trees in some portions of Ohio will 

 lose their brightness entirely in August and be green the rest 

 of the year. 



Too much wet is not favorable to the sheen or delicate coat- 

 ing of needles. I knew 500 bright Pungens rejected as worth- 

 less for color in n wet season, but the purchaser was persuad- 

 ed to wait another year, when they came around all right. 



The great Horticulturist seems to have held these trees 

 of rare loveliness for these latter days, when the whole world 

 is searching for the very best — an age when there is more 

 thought of home and farm adornment than ever was known be- 

 fore. It is an age of parks. Fifty years ago these were un- 

 known. Now a large area of our largest cities is given to the 

 public and the world is searched for finest trees, shrubs and 

 flowers. 



If you want to see the most exquisite robes that trees 

 ever wore, seek some deep gorge, where there is such a blending 

 of beauty as will photograph a, picture of loveliness on your 

 memory. There, kind Mother Nature has been performing 

 work no artist can copy. Lie in the shade and let the sun 

 and a gentle breeze put that beauty on exhibition. On the 

 background is the gray granite. There is the Ponderosa, wav- 

 ing its plumes of deepest green. There is the Douglassl in 

 soft colors, from light green to richest silver, and there theSilver 

 Fir, so true to name, with green and ermine commingled; and 

 there the Cedar, with fine, rich, deep foliage, so different from 

 its relative of the plains. 



Go higher up, where the snowflakes fly in summer, and the 

 sleet comes in August, and you find the Pungens and Bngelmani, 

 children of the clouds, whose fleecy whiteness seems to linger 

 in their foliage, and even in the glare of the sun those branches 



