July 16. 1891. 1 
JOURNAL OF HORTICULTURE AND COTTAGE GARDENER. 
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at least as be came skipping over fence and ditch the wind wafted 
faint sounds that increased as the white man approached, and gave 
us a jovial welcome. It was a hot day, and he was in sensible 
summer dress—white as his beard from head to foot—and he 
.'Oon had us in the garden. Splendidly cropped it was with fruit 
cottage wall, wandering in wild festoons along the top of the 
roof for growing Grapes for dessert and wine ; but for the latter 
purpose the outside crops of this and the Esperione Yine ripen 
sufficiently. 
“ Well, now,’’ remarked the host, “ you have k^pt your word 
FIG. 8.—ME. ROBERT FEN T N. 
and vegetables, as productive an acre or so as one could wish 
to see ; Gooseberries, Currants, and Strawberries laden, the fruit 
of the latter kept clean with a couple of rough haybands laid 
along the rows, a capital plan quickly put into operation, and the 
bands as quickly removed. There, too, is the old lean-to green¬ 
house, with the trough along the front in which he sowed his 
Potato seed, and the Muscadine Yine, brought in from the 
and arrived at last, and I have kept mine. Come in for the Cabbage, 
bacon, Potatoes and wine, all grown, Cured, brewed and cooked on 
the premises.” A bountiful provision truly, and a treat to a tired 
townsman. The new wine is drawn from the cask, poured in 
tumblers and used as a light cool beverage, and we had a bottle of 
the delicious ’52 vintage for dessert, or thirty-nine years old. The 
Potatoes were Ringleader, new tubers in one dish, old or last 
