PLANT BREEDING BY THE GOVERNMENT
-Uncle Sam Has Developed a Hardy Orange & Luther
Burbank's Work With Fruit .
TP A KINGTON, D. a. Jan- 16. (Spe- j
xi&I ,C8rreondence of The Sunday Ore-
jfoSn.)I spent today at the Agricultural
JDart2aeBt, talking to Dr. Herbert J.
Webber, the head of the laboratory of
jilact breeding, and with other scientists
on -what is being done to produce new
plants ud fruits. Dr. Webber has de--vt4
his life to this work, and under the
direction of the- Secretary of Agriculture
h ad bis associates are accomplishing
"r4ers. They have produced new cot
tens, tobaccos and grains, and they have
"now discovered an orange which will
grew about 200 miles farther north than
may we now have. At present the or
anges of the United States arc grown
Slawst altogether in the southern half of
FSorida aad in a comparatively small part
of California. This will extend the or
luige region northward throughout Geor
gia ami into South Carolina, the Gulf
states, Texas, parts of Arizona and into
auury ether parts of California. It will
make it possible for every Southern farm
er f the regions to have an orange
jrroye In Ids back yard, and oranges will
fce as common there as apples are
thron hot the North.
Jt took about ten years to produce this
result. How It came about is as fol
lows: In, ISM and 1SS5 we had a terrible
frost which destroyed the orange groves
of Jlorida. The trees were frozen down
to ths ground, and upon looking back It
was found that such frosts had come
Ironi time to time and destroyed every
thing. The department then tried to find
a hardier orange which would withstand
the cold, and Dr. Webber, with Profes
sor W. T. Swingle, who were then work
ing for the department in Florida, were
given this task. After a time Professor
Swingle dropped out, but Dr. Webber con
tinued and produced the oranges which he
) showed me today. The first work that
i was done was the selection of hardy
-trees. They picked out the toughest and
tried to breed tougher ones by seed selec
tion. This was very slow, and they
looked around to ee if they could not
find types with which they might cross
breed.
Among the other things experimented
with was a hardy little orange tree which
grows as far north as New York. There
are some on Long Island and several In
the Agricultural Department grounds.
LThe tree is grown for hedges. It Is known
is the Trlfolltc orange, and It has a
irult about as big around as a baby's
3t, but as sour as vinegar and as bitter
-I -gall.- It is, however, a perfect orange
shape, - and is really an orange, al-
tl:6yh-ROt:ftt for. eating. They took this
tree a-ra3 nEaiied it to the sweet orange
tree at "Florida, and after many trials
1 h- V-avp.-'sowr srodticed the trees which
vrtU srowand fruit' 300 miles farther
north.
The new orange is three inches in dlam
eter; It Is a good eating orange, although
a little bitter. It can be propagated by
budding, and can be easily spread
throughout the southern portion of the
"United States. Our navel oranges all
come from a tree which was sent here
from Brazil ana grown in the agricultural
hothouses. That tree was the father of
the seedless orange industry of Califor
nia, These trees will be the fathers of
orchards all over the South.
Orange-Lemons and Pomelos.
In .crossing these trees several other va
riUec of oranges were produced. The
seed from the union had to be first plant
ed. and as it takes about as long for an
ennve tree to yield fruit as It does for
an appta tree, it has been several years
fcefore the department could know wheth
er R 3mu5 anything or not. The first fruit
inc ame this year. One variety was the
3tuak orange, named after the late Sec
retary Busk, of which I have already
written. Another was an orange-lemon,
of Jaet about the size of the Rusk orange.
Thte orange is as sour as a lemon.
and it tastes not unlike one, having a
delicious flavor slightly different from the
lemon. It has more Juice than a lemon
of the same size, as can be seen by a
photograph I give of several tubes show
ing the amount of Juice in each fruit.
This orange-lemon can be grown wherever
the Rusk orange can be grown, and It
will idve orange-lemon orchards to mil
Hons of families throughout the South
where lemons cannot now be grown.
Another of the trees produced by marry
ing the Trifoliate orange with the Florida
orange lias a fruit which mlsht be called
the orange pomelo, or tne pomelo orange.
This fruit Is about the size of a large or
ange, but It tastes somewhat like a cross
between the orange and the pomelo. It
will grow in these same localities, and
will make a fine breakfast food, in snort,
from the union of these two varieties of
trees, one little more than a scrubby bush
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and the other a fine orange tree, have
been produced three good varieties of
trees which will give the greater part of
the South oranges, pomelos and lcmon3.
Have you ever seen a Tangerine or-
ange? It is a little orange wiw a. ioosc
skin so fastened to it that it is some
times called the kid glove orange. The
skin can easily be taken off and the sec
tions of the fruit pulled apart ana eaten.
You know also the grapefruit, or Pomelo.
which has a delicious acid flesh, but a
bitter, tight-sticking skin. Both fruits
are sold in the markets. Dr. Webber and
hL; assistants have married this Uttie
Tangerine orange tree to the Pomelo, and
they have produced a fomeio wnicn. al
though not so large as the ordinary Pom
elo. Is of a good size, it nas a jooce
vin. cn that vou can tear It off with
your Angers as you can that of the Tan
gerine orange. Tne ncsn oi me new. ruur
clo orange is more delicious than that of
the Pomelo Itself. It Is sweeter than the
Pomelo, and more Juicy ana acia man
Tannrinp. and it contains ine oilier
principles of the grape fruit slightly re
duced. It might be called a kid-glove
grapefruit.
Uncle Sam's New Babies.
These products are among the most
oromlslng of Uncle Sam's new babies.
They -arc really the output of the Ag- . an(j others had a half dozen or more.
that some flowered In the month when
they brought the biggest prices and oth
era Just when there was the least demand,
He made a careful selection of seeds and
after a time produced violets which flow
ercd just at the right time and in the
largest number per plant. The result
two commercial varieties in the
"United States, one of which Is sold
east of the Alleglicnles and the other
west, the latter being raised chiefly
about Grand Rapids. The Grand
Rapids lettuce is a loose lettuce with
long loose leaves, delicious to taste.
The eastern lettuce is a head lettuce
and is much better in some respects
for the table. Dr. B. T. Galloway, tho
chief of the bureau of plant Industry,
flrst figured out in . his mind what he
thought would be an ideal lettuce for
the market, and he then told his ex
perimenters to go to work and see if
they could noU produce that lettuce by
crossing the different varieties. They
have married the eastern and western
lettuces and they think they are rap
idly producing their Ideal. Indeed. I
saw many heads of lettuce today In
the plant breeding hotbeds which
seemed almost perfect and combined
the excellencies of both varieties.
In talking with Dr. Galloway the
other day, he told me of Some ex
periments he had made with violets.
He wanted to show that money could
bo made by raising them If they were
properly handled, so he established b.
commercial hotbed and set out 5000
plants. As they grew lie found that
some produced only one blossom apiece
i
ricultural Department ana any one
good healthy Infant of this kind Is
worth more to the country than the
cost of that department for a number
of years. In the marriage of cottons.
Dr. Webber has united the long
1-1 -1 , nn vttli
I)? ,t,; land cotton and has J?? !5to.Mi dlde"d-
. , - , ,.,,, 0i.i. i jiau men snown tne success oi nia ex-
thereby Produced a medium perlment and sold out. His successor paid
cotton which will grow on the up nQ atten0on to plant seiectlon and in a
lanus. iiie vk.. . q,. short time he was making no more out
An nrnsR-hred with uncle bams
product, and the probability is that
we will raise the sil.000,000 worth of
Egyptian cotton, which we now im
port, upon our own soil. I have writ
ten as to the wonders which have
. l t .Aharon VirAArilnir
and something as to the improve ! Putins the potato or cuttings of it.
m.r.t beinir made in our corn. In the , a poiaio piam, nowever. someumes pro
of the hotbeds than his neighbors.
The Roma-nce of the Potato.
Among the most romantic stories of
plant production is that of the prosaic
potato. Potatoes are ordinarily produced
plant breeding houses of the depart
ment here, I have examined the cross
ing of the Texas blue .grass with the
Kentucky blue STass, whereby they
hope to get a rich sod which will
grow all over the South. In the same
houses they are breeding clovers with
alfalfas and also lettuces and differ
ent varieties of flowers which have a com
mercial value.
The Marriage of the Lettuces.
One of the strange things is the
marriage of the lettuces. There are
duces a seed which may be planted and
may possibly yield a new variety.' About
3 GO a man named Goodrich experimented
witli wild Peruvian and Chile potatoes.
He grew seedlings from those plants for
a number of years and finally from them
produced two varieties which were fairly
valuable, one of which, was .known as the
Garnet Chill. In 1SG0 Mr. Albert Breese.
of Vermont, planted some seed of a Gar
net Cnill plant and one of the results
a field of i.r.y Rose potatoes he saw a
j seed 'ped, on "one of the plants. He
watched It carefully, thinking he would
save the seed and plant them. The field
was near where he went to school, and
he examined the pods from day to day
until they should ba riDe. He was espe
cially anxious about them. for. although
such seeds 'are often found on other
varieties of potatoes, they seldom occur
on the Early Rose. One morning when
h looked . for the pod he found it had
disappeared. His heart fell, but he got
down cn his knees and hunted the field
over. He cried over his loss and went
every day for a week to the field looking
for this seed pod. He finally found It
about 16 feet away, hidden under another
vine. It had evidently been knocked off
I by someone passing rapidly. He kept the'
seea poa ana me next yar pianiea me
seed. From the plants which grew he se
cured the one which produced the Bur
bank potato, which is now known
throughout the world.
Burbank's Wonderful Discoveries.
As he grew older Burbank became still
more interested In plant production. He
worked for a time in the shops of the
Ames Plow Company, In Massachusetts,
and there invented improvements in
woodworking machinery which were so
valuable that his employers offered to
multiply his wages 25 times If he would
stay with them. He decided. . however,
that he cared more for plant breeding
than for shopwork. and finally went. to.
California, where he started a plant
breeding farm. He has this farm, just
outside Santa Rosa. Cal., and upon It
has produced some of the plant wonders
of the world. He has produced no end
of flowers, vegetables and trees, as well
sands of plants and cutting them dowr
without reason, and then raising others.
They do not realize that he is carrj-lns
on a great business, and that he Is doing
wonders for the world. He is wrapped
'up in his work and wants to devote him
self to it. He is a modest man, and does
not care for notoriety. He keeps away
the crowd of sight seers to some extent
by charging for his time. His price to in
terviewers Is $10 an hour, and I am told
that many people are glad to pay that
for the Information they get from him.
He 1,3 an enthusiast on plant production
and on plant breedings, the possibilities
of which he says, can hardly be esti
mated. In a recent paper whfoh I have
before me he speaks of the great staples
of the United States, saying:
"It would not be difficult for a man to
breed a new rye, wheat, barley. . oatd" or
rice which would produce one grain more
to each head, or a corn which would pro
duce an extra kernel to each ear. another
potato to each plant or an apple, plum,
orange or nut to each tree. Suppose this
were done what would be the result? In
the five staples only. In this country
alone, we should have annually, without
; effort and without cost, more than 5,200,-
0G0 extra bushels of corn, 15,000.000 extra
bushels of wheat. 20.000,000 extra bushela
of cats. 1.50O.C0O extra bushels of barley,
M.O0O.COO extra bushels of potatoes."
What Plant Breeders May Do.
Here is what L.uther Burbank says
plant breeders may do: "Cultivation and
care may help plants to do better work
temporarily, but, by breeding, plants may
be brought into existence which will do
better work always. In .all places, and for
all time. Plants are to be produced
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schoolboy when he discovered It. Young
Burbank had heard what Breese had done
lous prices, and It is still one of the
most valuable potatoes we have.
It was the Earlv Rose which was the In nroduclnir the Early Rose, and ne naa
was the Early Rose. When this potato I mother of the Burbank potato, which was become generally Interested in plants of
was pui uji me mar.ei n Drougnt iaou- named liter i.utner uumans. wno was a au Kinds. Une day wnne warning inrougn
as new varieties of fruits. He has mar- ! "which will perform their appointed work
ried the plum to the apricot, and got what
Is known as the plumcot. He has made
a white blackberry, and has taken the
common field ox-eyed daisy and made
the Shasta daisy, a beautiful flower,
many times as large. The Shata daisy
will grow out of doors, and sill bloom
several months every year. He has orig
inated new calla lilies and a great variety
of peaches, apples, pears, plums and nuts,
'as well as valuable trees, fruits, flowers
and vegetables.
Gets $10 an Hour for Private Talks.
I met the other day a man who had
just visited Luther Burbank. He tells me
that the people who live near by cannot
understand him. They look upon him as
a harmless Idiot, who is raising thou-
better, quicker and with the utmost pre
cision. "Science sees better grains, nuts, fruits
and vegetables, all in new forms, sizes,
colors and flavors, with more nutrianta
and less waste, and with every injurious
and poisonous quality eliminated ami
with power to resist sun. wind, rain,
frost and destructive fungus and insect
pests. It sees better fruits without
stones seeds or spines, better fiber, cof
fee, tea. spice, rubber, oil, paper and tim
ber trees and better sugar, starch, color
and perfume plants. Every one of these
and ten thousand more arc within t':e
reach of the most ordinary skill In plant
breeding."
FRANK G. CARPENTER.
, JEEN PICTURES OF THE SOUTHERN OREGON COAST
Mid-Winter Beauty and Glory of the Ocean Beach as
Seen by Alma A. Rogers.
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MtailKCUUUll ' ' -
' 'IkKii held in enchantment. It lies
I bound and shackled by Its Isolation,
patiently watting the transforming touch
of those master magicians, steam aud
steel. So far the railway has persistently
refused to come, and until it does the
country must perforce continue to slum
"ber. To the uncommercial minds of two
fellow-travelers this, however, was mat
ter for secret rejoicing. We cared not at
all for figures of export or Import. We
sought a spot where nature lay a-dream-lnc
fresh and untouched a? when the
Creator pronounced his handiwork good.
shrubs, sand and sky ajt nature has here gather at the edges of the breaking
nlanted In a garden of dedght. Flooded
by sand, clean, yellow, trickling, vivid
patches of mosses embroidering the shad
ows of moist dells; walled by the spiky,
low-boughed spruce and again by slanting,
wind-beaten scrub pine, that has grown
humped from continually turning its back
on the trades; firs rearing In lofty maj
esty their gray columns against the green
and Ught-flecked vistas: a morning sky
of rolling mists. Just opening an eye of
alluring blue aboe the flrtops; purple and
black huckleberry bushes so tall and
heavy with fruit that you fill your hands
from the wagon side: rhododendrons
crowding the hollows and banking the
roadway In such profusion that the senses
creates that bloom and fragrance which
to the physical body alone is lacking, and
always over and above and through all
the beat of the sea thrilling your pulse
and setting the winds rhyming to its
measure. Surely here, on still nights,
when the winds are htished and the great
dome filled with star-burning lamps, might
the voice of the Silence that abides at the
heart of things speak to the soul wakened
into hearing. On the edge of the garden
was set a tiny cabin of driftwood, shel
tered from the wind and open to the sun.
the breakers 'rolling In long swells over
Here. then, was the land of our desire, for j tiru. hpmi! and Imagination
here the lotus hlooms again ana m
Bubtle Intoxication. Day by day the
charm sinks deeper as we drink in the
bracing purity of the air and fill our inner
vision with such pictures of sea and sky
and sleeping, yellow sandhills as shall
never fade awayt. If you .come once. If
yon leel the spell, be assured you will
never rest until you are back again.
On horseback, by team or on foot you
lake your choice If you mean to wander
farther afield than the little town of Flor
ence, where the hotel beds are clean and
food is sauced witn a ncn orogue ..... he wct beach u seemed a fitting cradle
wrfni on her kind heart: It was a
misty morning when we bade her good-by. i
Our carriage consisted of a common box
wagon over, whose wheels1 we climbed
Into a real spring seat behind the car
rier of the United States malls, whom
we had engaged to take us up the coast.
Jn Summer a stage is run to the end of
the wagon road, but this Is discontinued
ii "Winter, and the mall transported on
horseback. . deputy performing that ser
vice on the day in question.
There li no mud. The broad-tired
wheels sink with a gentle crunching into
the soft sand, and we are borne along as
luxuriously as in a $3000 automobile. It is
good, too, after the corduroy. Besides, we
are not touched with the modern mad
ness for speed. The Jog of our stout team
is quite rapid enough. Climbing the slop
of the little city we catch the beat of the
nurf at the top of the ridge, muffled by
the thick growth of spruce and scrub pine
that enclose us in a primeval stillness.
Tvmder It booms, the road winds down
waves, looking for luncheon of bugs
and flies. Their needle-like legs fair
ly tvlnkle over the wet sand. The
rapid motion combined with their gray
and lilte coloring produces so strik
ing an effect of revolving light that
one feels the name should be twinkle
bird, instead of sandpeep. We are
told they make delicious potpie, one
bird to a dainty mouthful. But we
want no four and twenty baked In our
pic.
Under the protecting shoulder of
the flrst chain of tall headlands push
ing northward, in an ansle where tho
foothills twist over to the sea, lies an
open mead. Upon the mead is a cot
tage and to this cottage are we bound.
It stands on a high grassy bank, di
rectly facing the ocean. At the bank's
foot Is a protective, wide barrier of
driftwood, the battered trunks stark,
white and chaotic Curving about the
driftwood, like an arm bent at the el
bow, runs the brook, flowing down
from the canyons far back in the hills,
and pi Its earlier course supplying
fresh water to the household. Then a
glorious stretch of wide yellow sand.
whereon tne surf oeats ceaseiessiy.
sailed them. In the new world of the
west are set chapters of pioneering,
the mastery of the wilJerness In the
days when the Indian trusted a King
George man, but hated a Yankee. And
through it all. dropping so quietly from
the crowded pages of a full book of
life, runs the mystery of the great
deep that still holds both the man and
the woman under Its spell.
The sea Is nature's supreme teacher.
It reveals many things if you sit down
beside It and wait and listen. Not
that it is ever quite familiar. It
brings infinity too close to our limita
tion for that. But yet It wraps us in
peace, for beside it
God's greatness flows around our Incomplete
ness. Round our restlessness. His rest.
Morning, noon or night it Is never
twice the same. The waves that are
ultramarine now will change to tur
quoise or seanymph's green if the
wind veer within the hour.
When the east wind blew, I under
stood why Kipling wrote his splendid
song of the sea, "White Horses." That
flying spray blown back over the crest
of the breakers is perfectly sugges
tive of the streaming manes and tails
ot snorting chargers, racing neck and
for a spirit to be born into the flesh ;
whose beautiful hand should bear the
white flower of truth before the weary
ones who wander in the desert seeking.
After the garden of delight comes
the open. Low sandhills tufted with
pallal and creepers hide the ocean, the
rhododendron grows more sparsely,
the storm-beaten pines crouch still
closer to earth in an appealing strug-
j gle with environment. Over to cast-
of wooded foothills divide many fertile
valleys. Again the redoubled roar of
pounding surf, and down a literal
precipice of jand. so 6tcep it would be
impassable if soil, we emerge on to
the smooth, solid beach streaching
miles ahead until lost in the blue
haze of tall headlands. Far to the
south the jetty looms, beyond that the
sand spit, then a long treeless, sandy
waste, and still fainter In the distance
the bluff outlines of Coos Bay shore.
The sun shines gloriously, the sea Is
-close and closer, until the vast roll of vioiot and opalllnc by turns, the salt
whitening nreaKers sweeps uciurc u. u tan of tne aJr stin tnc Di0od. Gulls
and where for "o delightful to , - wave
count, we two roamed at will. , nw faUs ,nto ,Jne
The cottage Is not only by the sea.
but It is of the sea. A ship's cabin
fashioned the many-windowed sitting
room, washed ashore years and years
ngo. before Summer tourists flocked
to Oregon beaches. The other rooms
are largely toll of the deep. The cap
tain tells us for the cottage also be
longs to a man of the sea that
enough wreckage from a lost lumber
schooner was thrown up last Winter
for all the countryside to help them
selves, one man securing 40,000 feet
of good lumber.
Stout or heart and stalwart of
frame is the captain. Brave, respurce
ful. resolute, he might be cast In
bronze for the Spirit of the Sea. Be
side him, too. would stand his wife.
tne nery impatience of fresh rivals
entering the lists In a mighty contest
of the racers of the sea.
Girth-deep In hlsslnc water
Our furious vanguard strains
Through mist ofmtEhty tramplincs
Roll up the Xore-blown manes
A hundred leagues to leeward.
Ere yet the deep hath stirred.
The groaning rollers carry
The comlnj of the herd!
Since storms must be, we set our hearts
on seeing one of the tumultuous, over
whelming, spectacular kind. It didn't.
come, but several quite reasonably sat
isfying did. One of these brought as its
aftermath a high tide too magnificent
ever to be forgotten. The whole, wide
beach was sweat to the vcrv sandhills.
a rare type of the inspiration of love- t 0-er tho- dry. level stretch where we
ly womanhood. Every hour spent un- were accustomed to stroll at flood tide,
der their hospftable roof turned to ( tons of water now Tolled as smoothly as
gold and wove a fragrant net of mem- if on oiled. Invisible belts. Whitecaps
orles to hold fast the heart. Around I tossed against the horlron line, and -half
tht Hrp of evtnlne: We listened to ! th ?at rhnmvl Intn a ilpnw mnM
Is fof this we have longed, and now we j pose at motionless ease in midair or strange tales of adventure by sea. and J of foam like gigantic, innumerable layers
ask no more. Tel more awaits us. . swoop to a landing on boulders, and in ! land; tales of "the stormy Labrador"; j of whipped cream. ,
so doing lose all their beauty. Dls- of familmr scenes in Evangeline's land Our exultation called forth a thrifilng
The road, now nearly a mile s length. , tanco icnj8 enchantment to the gull. 1 and the roany-lsled Inlets of the Nova j experience from our hostess. She chanced
lips Into a thicket which is a ventaoie j n should -always be on tho wing, for , Scotlan coast, once the paradise of cap-1 to be alone in the cottage when an enor-
.Iream of Eden. My eyes, at least, have ' it Is as stupid upon approach as grace tain Kldd and jeiiow-pirates: wnere, i mous twal wave, following upon con.-
fvrr rested on such a mingling of trees, ful In vfllglit Myriads of tin bird! -nso. our nosr nui-i is sjps a weji as j unuous storm, swept over tne snore, drove
the great piles of driftwood before It
till they lodged In the present barrier,
then leapt the bank and covered it with
a solid wall of foam five feet high. Over
the less-elevated mead the waves were
already seething. With beating heart she
stood at the window waiting each mo
ment to feel the cottage whirled out to
sea. Suddenly the wind changed, a blast
tore down the rift in the hills and east
ward, caught up the foam wall, cut it
into fantastic shreds that filled the sky,
and with stinging whips beat back the
waves to bounds.
After this, we put a codicil to our de
sire for the spectacular, defining vigor
ous conditions under which only It would
be acceptable, and positively denying It
the right to knock on our front door.
Will colors ever be put upon canvas
such as we saw nightly at Copelands re
flected on the wet beach when the tide
was ebbing? An evening In particular I
recall when the sallal and dead fern
covering the high, bare rounded head
lands glowed in translucent lights of
purest rose-brown and shadowed emerald.
The clay strata of the banks melted into
beaten gold. Mosses and lichens encrust
ing boulders Imbedded in the cliffs, be
came vivified, and the dunes mellowed.
The sea was a fire opal. The evening
star rose over the hills, the slender cres
cent of a- new moon shone- in the clear,
deep blue of the heavens. Every Inani
mate object radiated a golden glow.
Painted on the wet beach were all the
tints of earth and sky and sea commin
gled In an unspeakable glory of color.
A favorite run was to the tall head
lands where the jutting cliffs continually
change in shape under the erosion of
waves ana wcatner. iiere great. Douiaers
sklrf the shore and the beach ends, lifted
suddenly up Into the headlands. We
played hide and seek with the tide among
the coves, and once mussels were gath
ered from a huge rock. Mussels, by the
way. are a most delicious variety of
shell fish, far surpassing the clam family.
But they should be eaten not long out
of salt water.
We were frequently accompanied on our
excursions by a collie puppy with a baby
face and an excess of Joy Indicated by
animated attempts to catch his owi black
tall- Poor little Sport! He ate decayed
salmon, after the waywardness of his
kind and age. and the united skill of all
his friends failed to avert the fatal ca
tastrophe. Here are both rue and rose
mary to his memory, and in the paradise
. of small doggies whither he has gone,
may no shade of the royal ciiinook tempt
Jiln shade to do battle.
The ranch of our friends, like others
embracing the headlands, is devoted
chiefly to stockralsing. Over 1700 acres
sheep, cattle and angora goats browse
on the native grass and sallal. The soil
of the bottom lands is of alluvial rich
ness, black as ebony and several feet
In depth. Three crops of hay are har
vested yearly. The vegetables flourish
so amazingly that I almost fear my fig
ures will be doubted. But I have the
captain's word for It that his potatoes
yield 500 bushels to the acre, and we wan
derers can testify to the delicious quality
of the cabbage, beets, turnips and other
garden products. We were told a story
of a turnip that grew so big that a miss
ing hen was discovered setting on her
eggs In a hollow she had pecked out of
Its side! But I took this story on trust
and pass it on in the same way.
The weather continued delightful dur
ing our stay, warmer and sunnier by far
than In the Willamette Valley. Awaking
the morning of departure to the patter
of rain, which proved only a warping,
we had sudden visions of being storm
bound In a country that knows no bridges.
Fording Is done in genuine primitive
fashion, with the added danger of the
tide, roads following the coastline wher
ever practicable. With real regret we
left the cottage-by-the-sea and continued
our Journey north along the headlands.
where we were destined to meet with
many adventures. But. of course, tlw
Is another story.
ALMA A. ROGERS.
An Idyl.
Hugh Macnaghten. In Spectator.
In Switzerland one Idle day.
As on the grass at noon vec lay.
Came a grave peasant child, and stood
Watching the strangers eat tholr food.
And what we offered her she took
In silence, with her quiet look.
And when we rose to go. content.
Without a word of thanks she went.
Another day in sleet and rain
I chose the meadow path again.
And partly turning chanced to ses
My little guest friend watching me
With eyes half hidden by her hair.
Blowing me kisses, unaware
That I had seen, and still she wore
The same grave aspect as before.
And some recall for heart's delight
A sunrise, some a snowy height.
And I a little child who stands .
And gravely kisses both her hands.
Beyond Imaginable Worth.
New Orleans Times-Democrat.
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For a smile, a heaven I
For a kiss .... I know not
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