The daily Cairo bulletin. (Cairo, Ill.) 1878-1???, 1880-08-06
NEWS FROM CACHE.

| AN INTERESTING DESCRIPTION OF HOW
GRAPES ARE PREPARED FOR MARKET
| DEAR BULLETIN: am discouraged out
of heart completely, and must turn to you
for comfort
My "acmes' are gone, clean gone; those
the calf left have been torn up root and
branch by a great awkward lout Of
ploughboy. could stand that, though, if
II were not for my wilted cucumbers. Why
doesn't it rain when we need it 50 badlyl
For two whole days the sky has been over
cast, and wind has rustled among the trees,
| but still the garden is withered, and the
grass in front OF the house IS dry enough
| for hay.
Do not think have forgotten sal this
is fine climate. 1t is; there is such a
variety IN it. Three days ago everybody
was persplring, putting and complaining
Of the heat, while fans and sunumbrellas
were in demand out here even, where it is
thought by townspeople to be delightfully."-
cool. Yesterday brought cold looking
grey clouds and chilling winds which
made blankets necessary last night, and
we might have imhgned ourselves hundred
Of miles nearer the north pole. Though the
mercury fell, rain did not except a few
tantalizing drops which we're eagerly
drank up by the parched ground.
Having the wheat and hay off our hands,
we took a trip to the fruit growing end OF
the county last week, and found much 10
our surprise, that the season is half gone
finished with some shippers, as to peaches
and grapes Others are still busy with
| pears and grapes. One of the most enjoya-
bic days OF our vacation was spent in the
packing house OF Il vineyard.
People who buy those plain little blue
covered baskets in market do not DIRE am
Of the time and trouble expended on the
"HARTFoRDs" OR IVES"
inside of them. All spring and summer
the vines are closely watched and carefully
trimed and as soon as theyoung fruit is we'll
formed each bunch is covered with a paper
sack, secured by two brass pins. A few
weeks after that, the proprietor peeps into
a sack, and if the grapes are deeply colored
he speedily summons a force Of men and
women to his assistance The men remove
the sacks, chip the punches of, lay them
in huge baskets and haul them on u sled to
the packing house, where they are piled
upon long narrow tables. Women sit or
stand at these, and lifting each
bunch separately, pick off the green or
spotted grapes--the over ripe ones
fall of'-then lay the punches thus "clean-
ed" in heaps At this stage Of preparation,
they are taken charge of by the packers
who fill the dainty baskets to the brim
pressing down the measure and running it
over by top layer, tastelully arranging
the edges with the dusky fruit laid length
wise, before giving them into the hands of
the coverers. They are armed with darn
ing needles and hanks of blue cord, and in
atwinking have tackled on blue netting,
which is very becoming to the complexion
of the fruit which, though yelled, is by no
means concealed. The package is then
given to man who puts on the second
covering, wooden one, marks them with
the commission merchants stencil and
stacks them up to await their last handling
at the vineyard, that is, when they are load
ed into the wagon which takes them to the
depot
The purchaser would never complain that
the price is too high if he could see the
waste attending careful packing. The
shatterings, the grapes that are picked OIL
or fall off, for one day, in the vineyard we
visited, amounted to more than two large
barrels full to the top. Think Of the gal
Ions and gallons Of jelly and preserves,
housekeopers. We were invited to
WALK THROUGH THE VINEYARD
TO see the second crop coming on,
which promises to be quite
good The graceful vines presented
a ludicrous appearance with all
those shabby little bags hanging from
them, and reminded Darius Of the pea
fowl borrowing the iackdaw's plumage.
Darius never could quote anything right
but there is the dear old gump calling me
to come down stairs to get cluster OF ripe
strawberries. Goodbye
Mrs. u. GREEN.
Cache, Aug 81, 1880.