. The lure of the land. (4th ed.) The history of a market-garden and dairy plot developed within eight months upon Long Island's idle territory, long designated as "scrub oak waste," and "pine barrens"; being a true story of the work carried on by the Long Island railroad co. at Experimental stations numbers one and two, to which in the second edition was added the aftermath . air and skirts. Potato bugs were pestering the life out of us by this time. Walter picked by hand each morningand strange to say they were worse on the tomatoes than on the potatoes. John dusted a mixtureof bordeaux pari
. The lure of the land. (4th ed.) The history of a market-garden and dairy plot developed within eight months upon Long Island's idle territory, long designated as "scrub oak waste," and "pine barrens"; being a true story of the work carried on by the Long Island railroad co. at Experimental stations numbers one and two, to which in the second edition was added the aftermath . air and skirts. Potato bugs were pestering the life out of us by this time. Walter picked by hand each morningand strange to say they were worse on the tomatoes than on the potatoes. John dusted a mixtureof bordeaux paris green and land plaster dry upon the potatoes and blew slug shot upon the tomatoes;yet the beetle went merrily on its way rejoicing. Some exquisite eggplants from the Huntington grower were set in the east end of the orchardamong the tomato rows where imported tomatoes had given up the ghost. In 24 hours they wereso^black with flea beetle you could not detect the color of the leaves. Hellebore blown on thick seemedto^drive them away. We have a standing joke in our little home town. The assistant postmaster is an enthusiasticgardener, and above all else he loves an eggplant. For years he has tried to raise them and never hassucceeded in even getting one to set. Hello, neighbor, he called through the post-office window, I hear youre goin farmin outin the scrub 36. Yep, and well raise anything that grows on the temperate zone, was the confident rejoinder. Bet you dont, he replied. Bet you cant raise an eggplant. Taken, cried the enthusiastic one. Ill send you the finest eggplant you ever ate before sum-mers over. And so flea beetle on those precious plants would never do. Of course, the mounds about the orchard trees had been leveled in the early spring, now was thetime to give them a mulch of old straw from the stable, this one not to keep them warm, but to conservethe moislure about the roots. Radish seed was planted in every melon hill, scraping the earth slightly with
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