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American Agriculturist, April 14,1923 
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tic local pride and 
patriotism which leads the Long Island¬ 
er to call his land the “Blessed Isle,” 
and the man from Suffolk County 
(stretching as it does more than a 
hundred miles east of any other part 
of our State) to 
christen it “The 
Sunrise County.” 
We do well when 
we learn to call 
the Home Spot 
“God’s Country.” 
Long Island is 
quite a patch of 
land, anyway. It 
is about 130 miles 
from the old 
Brooklyn Bridge 
to the tip of 
“Montauk’s east¬ 
ward-pointing 
finger,” and it is 
about 30 miles 
across at the 
j. VAN WAGENEN, JR. widest point. At 
the western end 
is a roaring city of docks, factories and 
closely built streets of old Brooklyn. 
Then eastward is the communter’s zone. 
This is the region which every morn¬ 
ing sends a swirling flood of humanity 
through the tube and over the bridges 
and on the ferrie^. into New York City, 
and every evening sucks them back 
again to itself. Long ago Brooklyn 
was called not only “The City of 
Churches,” but the “Bedroom of New 
York” as well. Then up on the “North 
f here” and in the Wheatly Hills region 
and way out around Southampton— 
the “Newport of Long Island”—are the 
imposing estates—the homes, or, more 
correctly, the occasional, sojourning 
places of the very rich. 
The Indian Still Remains 
AT the eastern end is the Shinne- 
Xi. cock Indian Reservation, . where a 
pitiful remnant of the Shinnecock tribe 
still holds the land. The Reservation, 
if it could be opened up, would be ex¬ 
ceedingly valuable, and white men have 
long coveted this particular, domain, 
but after many efforts to dispossess 
him. Poor Lo still maintains his ancient 
sovereignty. I am glad, because it 
shows that whatever injustices were 
committed in the past, the State now 
means to deal fairly with its Indian 
wards. 
Of course, an island like this, with 
its long coast line, can never be with¬ 
out something of the romance and the 
flavor of the sea. Sag Harbor, out 
toward the eastern end, once rivaled 
New Bedford as a whaling port, and 
her hardy captains sailed outward 
bound on cruises that were expected 
to be full three years long, and no 
waters were too remote and no climes 
too rigorous for these sturdy adven- 
tureis of the seas. Those were proud 
and palmy days such as can never be 
again, for one August day-in 1859, at 
Titusville, Pa., a man drilling for salt 
opened a leaping fountain of oil. It 
was the beginning of the end of the 
whaler’s day, and now a once great 
and prosperous industry lives only in 
the halcyon memories of ancient, griz¬ 
zled men haunting rotting wharfs and 
rehearsing yet once again to each other 
the epic stories of those noble years. 
These gray beards are the last of the 
most undaunted breed of men that ever 
went down to the sea in ships. 
A Sea Coast Country 
A te. 4 coast country is always a well- 
fed lot of folk, for there are cod 
and sea bass out in the open main and 
flounders and weakfish in the bays, 
and oysters in the inlets, and clams on 
every protected beach, and, best of all, 
there are scallops in Great Peconic Bay, 
and these are a delicacy so delectable 
that to eat of them fresh from the 
water that morning, and fried in deep 
fat to a golden brown—this is to know 
the last and the best that Epicurus 
ever dreamed. 
I believe it was Alexander Pope who 
wrote that “the proper study for Man¬ 
kind is Man,” and I have always found 
that the most interesting feature of any 
locality is not the soils, or crops, or cli¬ 
mate, or agi'icultural methods, but 
s 
pie themselves. Now, 
when you come to speak of the Na¬ 
tive Sons of the Island, you need 
make no apologies. Perhaps it is not 
generally realized that the oldest Eng¬ 
lish-speaking settlement in New York 
State was on Long Island, made by 
Connecticut Yankees who migrated 
across the Sound about 1640, coming 
first to Southold, on the North Shore, 
but soon setting up their homes at 
Southampton, on the other side of the 
Island. These early settlers were, of 
course, of purest English blood, and 
they brought with them the Puritans’ 
stern code of morals and the Puritans’ 
meeting house, which in due time be¬ 
came the Congregational church. Most 
of the old families send their ancestral 
roots back to this fine stock. 
Famous “Sound Avenue” 
OUND AVENUE is the name of are- 
gion rather than a place, but I judge 
the community center is north of River- 
head, around the Grange Hall, and the 
beautiful country church and the very 
modern rural schoolhouse. Sound Ave¬ 
nue is also the name of a long, beckon¬ 
ing road which follows the north side 
of the Island for many miles, keeping 
about a mile from the water front, and 
all the farmsteads are on this road, and 
all the farms run back to the waters of 
the Sound—at this point so wide that 
Connecticut is little more than a blur 
on the horizon. Once these farms were 
large, but as it became necessary to 
provide a heritage for the numerous 
sons who would farm, they have been 
much subdivided. After all, large acre¬ 
age is less important than in most sec¬ 
tions, because 40 acres is a lot of land 
when devoted to intensive crops, and 
is really a bigger farming pi’oposition 
than 200 acres devoted to general farm¬ 
ing. The old plan of letting every farm 
run back to salt water still prevails, 
so that there are some singularly long, 
narrow, shoe-string farms. This has 
resulted in a country road which, on 
the north side at least, is more like a 
scattered village street. So, too, a dense 
rural population and a prosperous agri¬ 
culture has permitted the development 
of a splendid type of rural civilization. 
For example, it is quite unusual to find 
a large pipe-organ in an open country 
church, but there is one in the Sound 
Avenue Church, and it is good to know 
that, unlike many country churches, 
they have retained the same pastor 
through many years. 
Typifies Rural Life at its Best 
S OUND AVENUE has long stood out 
in my thought as typifying rural life 
at its best—an ancient, pure American 
community, with fine traditions—agri¬ 
culturally prosperous, so that their 
children have gone away to school and 
college, and they themselves have main¬ 
tained contact with the world through 
books and travel. 
I had expected that some day the 
ever-widening zone of suburban New 
York would engulf them and drive 
them from their pleasant farms. As a 
matter of fact, the city influence never 
seems to have greatly influenced the 
eastern portion of the northern shore. 
Social disaster threatens Sound Ave¬ 
nue, but not from this source. Rather 
it is the coming of the Pole, who is 
establishing himself on these old farms 
in large numbers. He is doing it very 
simply and directly by pui'chasing the 
land at high prices. For the first time 
in its history, Sound Avenue must pro¬ 
pound this farreaching question, “Shall 
the agi’icultural civilization of this 
community be the civilization of the 
Puritan, or the civilization of the 
Slav?” I hope—oh, I hope—that some¬ 
how the Yankee will find ways to hold 
the fort. Understand me, agriculture, 
as measured in terms of production, 
will not suffer. . What the emigrant 
lacks in book knowledge and hereditary 
skill he amply atones for by his will¬ 
ingness to accept a low standard of 
living and his ability to work himself 
and his women folks and his young 
children pitilessly without regard to 
the calendar or hours. Hewers of wood 
and drawers of water they may be, but 
no man can compete against them. H 
is nqt potatoes and cauliflower—it is 
