The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1889-03-09
PAYETTE, ONTARIO AND EMMETT.
The Tribune Makes the Circuit This
Week-Payette Nurseries Notes
BY The Way.

| Az the confluence OF the tayette
and Snake rivers lies one of the
prettiest townsites in Idaho--so at
least thought Tribune representa-
tive as he alighted at the town of
Payette Wednesday morning. A
rapidly-disappearing snow bank
lent an air of dissolving winter to
the scene, while the bright. warm
sunshine and balmy air betokened
that Spring had once more dawned
upon the beautiful valley.
After exchanging greetings with
the gcntlemanly station agent, Mr..
Chase, we crossed over to the har-
ness shop of our friend Johnson,
who is always ready to talk. John
sons specialties are religion and
politics. He thinks the republi-
cans made ten-strike when they
held their county convention at
Caldwell last fall and we agreed
without a murmur.
Our object point was the Payette
Nursery, and mailing one of pro-
prietors, Mr.. J. G. Whitney, we
were assured that the Payette Nur-
sery is always open for inspection.
AS we near the grounds the mark
ed improvements since our last visit
in 1887 make the place scarcely
recognizable.
Our time was limited, and ar
irving at the grounds we immedi-
ately started out on tour of dis
covery with that rare genius, Mr..
Grant Whitney, as conductor. As
we pass by the long. clean rows of
"stock," and hear him say "Here
is bunch 100000 apple trees"
'This is bunch of 10000
prunes," "There are 10000 plum
trees in that patch, " There are at
least $4,000 grape vines in these
rows" and so on through the entire
list fruit trees, shade and ornament
al trees, small fruits, shrubbery,
etc, we are lost in the labyrinth Of
figures and give up the idea of at
tanning any numerical conception
of the magnitude of the Payette
Nursery. But here are the trees
and the eye comes to the rescue,
Stretching out to distance
on either side of the driveway are
the rows, not weed or sprout
in sight to mar the pur-
ity of the view; here a block
of apple trees Of such uniform
heigth and growth as to make one
think that the growth was solid and
not composed of individual trees;
there clump of soft naples and
catalpas, clean, healthy-looking and
desirable; to speak of the long
stretches Of pear, plum, prune,
peach, and cherry trees of dozens
of different varieties; of the count
less number of blackberries, rasp-
berries and dewberries; of the num-
erous shade and ornamental trees,
shrubbery, ETC., would be mere null
duplication and repetition. Suffice
it to say, a cleaner, harder, health
Ter stock of trees does not grow in
the United States.
Having made the rounds of the
nursery we now approach the larg-
est of numerous buildings,-the
packing house. This mammoth
structure is one of the improve
ments of last season. 1t is 8Ox12O
feet in the clear and once fairly
inside the visitor thinks its uimen-
sicns are twice that. Some idea
of its vastness may be obtained
when it is known that over one car
load Of shingles are in it's roof.
This house will hold forty car loads
of "heeled in" trees, leaving broad
opening the entire length for pack,
ing purposes.
The Whitneys are we'll fixed for
handling, packing and shipping
trees-and they have got the trees
Back to the office again for chat
when our old friend, w. A. Cough.
amour, fresh from his visit to the
effete east, comes in. He tells us
that he is going to have the largest
orchard in Idaho; that he will sci
out 200 fruit trees this spring or
forty acres just west of the nursery
Our look of incredulity quickly
brings the original order from the
file. We are convinced. These
Payetters may be few in number
but they are blooded.
We have been invited to dinner
by the Whitneys Trash men) but
our train has noiselessly slipped
into the depot and we are (reluct
antly) compelled to seize our hat
start off across lots for the train
but hold, some kind (?) friend has
thoughtfully saddled a horse fol
our emergency, totally ignoran
that Craftsmanship is not one of oul
accomplishments. All are prone
to err and we, this time, proved M
exception to mans inherent weak
ness when it comes to matter o
horsefesh. With no outward man
ifestations but with the greatest in
warn misgivings we vaulted int
the saddle and tangled our legs il
the stirrups. Don't be afraid tt
let 'er out p was the parting cry
! and "out" she went and stayed
"out;" for just about that time W.
very busily engaged trying to stay
on. To tell how the two hundred
and eight pounds of Journalistic
adipose rose and fell with regular
ity of clockwork, how the noble
steed responded to every thump
opJ hour tho horn of tho saddle