The Cairo bulletin. [volume] (Cairo, Ill.) 1872-1878, 1875-03-06
COBDEN.
4 Touch Of spring-somcthingA About
Fruits.-Pcacbcs Gone-Thc Fate of
the Apple not Known.-About To.
mutocs
superintendent OF Public Instr

mntocs.
THE HILLS OVER AGAINST COBpIN.
March lst, 1875.
EDITOR BULLETIN We have had
few Spring like days here ut Golden and
would II not please your town people to
read a short letter prating of their lowell
ness The cold, long Winter Ia, left
few vestiges of verdurc. The lawns and
borders are sere and desolatc and our
eyes have been prone to search the land
scape for the tinted wheat fields aud ever
attractive evergreens. But now thai
Winter Is vanishing and Spring sunshiIc
! occasionally tempts us out and fairy
makes the prosie't Of us indulge in pot
cal searches into Natures crooks all
crannics.' we find the greenest of tens
and MOSES that have kept good heart
and faith through all the buflctings OF
our apparently disarranged isoheyqna,
seed time and harvest may both be
distant-yet the interested observer secs
the swelling buds indicating that Nj
lures countless, tirelcss forces have not
yet caught the spirit OF the age" aud
struck either for higher wages or
shorter days
When blossJming time comes and
spring styles decorate the orchard,
that crown our hills--the tender pink Of
the peach flower will not be entirely
lacking-but alas we fear tina, owing to
the Winters cold, the Summer record OF
most peach orchards will be, nothing
but leaves"- nothing but leaves! g."
However. no proper spirited "Egyp-
tiah" will deplorc hqt, Tor are not our
Michigan rivals in still worse plightf DO
we not learn from "spies in their land
that IN many parts of that marvellous
peach belt their trees have been killed
outright by the fearful cold OF the past
few months: That in other parts the
buds are blaste1, and in still others that
frightfm fungus which Is supposed 10
produce the "yellows." has fastened its
iangs into the doomed peach trees: But
the anticipatOry consumer perhaps will
interrupt me with How about straw
berries. cherries, apples, pear, etc, at
Cobdcn." Shall ] parry the query with
another: "Quien sabe: Z" twhO knows u
Let me remark that We generally have
enough OF peach fruit in it, season TO
treat our Visitors and distract our railroad
officials at Golden. II any do,1Jter exists.
let him consult the station statistics. The
strawberry fields went into winter quar-
tiers straw IN unusually fine health and
spirits, and though some bloomed for tie
holidays. fine yield Of fruit in due sea-
son is hoped for. Cherry and pear tree.
are iull OF their tell-tale buds, but the
mystery loving apple trees still cling to
the secret Of their summers arrange. |
ments. Here let me relate fact TO de.
light the hearts Of all lovers of that beau.
tiiul vegetable, the tomato, who may re-
side within thousand miles Of Golden.
] dare say that smoke ascends night and
day from hundred furnaces among these
hills. And these are glowing produce
tropical temperature in the glass houses
and hot beds where millions Of young
tomato plants are starting and growing
green and strong, and laughing defiance
! 10 the cold storms that occasionally bus-
tie above and around them II astonishes
the most sanguine to note how, though
the production seems to increase yearly
the demand seems to keep pace, and ith
apparently lust as long A. ever before III,
dread word comes home TO the produce
that "the market is ovcrstocked!"
Every year seems TO add 10 the abilit;
Of the packers TO select and pack the TO-
mato properly, and thus II finds It's WAY
to more and more distant markets. Ard
now mcthinks ! should call 10 mind the
text ! started out with. That neglected
paragraph was the loveline.s OF our few
spring days, but they are so coy and
eyanescent who can wonder that wan
der. Ho! We jewellers of the lowlands -
long we 10 see the first tender green of
Spring: HE ye TO our hills and rejoice
in the moses and ferns that crown and
adorn our beautiful rocks. Are your ears
wearied with the noises OF sordid COM
mercer Come and listen to the chirplng and
t"i'teringoi our first Spring birds come
and forget for a time the dread ages be-
tween creations morn and this.
!