The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1901-05-02

year the farmer struggled hader to- ex-
tract from the soil living. Then the
crisis came, and he abandoned the home
or gave 1t to his sons as an undesirable
inheritance. 1t has been by restoring
| the pristine conditions that man has re-
deemed the soil from its poverty and
decay.
| The hillsides of New England are
good for nothing else Any other class
| of farming must inevitably fail there.
| They are. made only for trees, and II
those trees produce crops, we'll must 1t
| be for those who plant and tend them.
With the trees to protect their SCARED
| surface from the hot sun, the ravaging
| storms and the SHOWS and rains Of win
| ter, they can produce as well as any
other part Of the country. But 1t has
only been in the last few years that this
truth has been generally understood.
To-day it lis the exception to see hill
side farm perched on the rounded sur
face Of a hot, unprotected knoll.
The transformation Of the country
side as a result of this new agriculture
Is picturesque as well as profitable.
There may be grim sort of beauty in
the bare, frowning summit of noun
tain, which towers up with miles of I'M
clothed sides, unrelieved by a sign Of
vegetation. 1t Is picturesque because
Of its boldness, ruggedness and contrast
with the valley below. But the same
does not apply to the hillside. That Is
too small to inspire admiration, too
puny to suggest rugged strength and
too unpretentious to stir the innagina-
ton. 1t stands like an unpleasant gap
in the landscape, part Of the world
that was never finished. Its proper APP
pearance is when clothed with luxurl-
ant vegetation, with trees and vines and
.fruits and flowers. Then the eye be-
holds mi an impressiveness that sur
passes that Of the mountains.
There are portions Of New England
to-day that have been turned into gar
den spots of the world through this
simple process. They produce tons OF
fruit each season that make the world
brighter and happier for all. In the
springtime they are laden with the
scented blossoms that make their en-
tire sides and SUBMITS reflections OF
some symphony OF colors. Then with
the coming Of summer the green and
yellow fruit mingles with the darker
green of the foliage, and when the sea-
son wanes the hues Of ripening fruit
make the scene beyond compare. Did
you ever see hillside apple orchard In
October when the red and green fruit
was ready for the picking? If not, one
Of the most picturesque sights In nature
has been missed. The foliage has now
been nearly stripped off, blown by the
gales of fall into windows along the
fence hedges, and the red fruit holds
sway. They cluster like bees
around hive, or like berries on a stalk
The branches tremble under their load
and bend down to meet the brown
earth. Up the hillside the rows of red
fruit travel until at distance they re-
feet a crimson light on the landscape.
Nearer they grow into Individual balls
II red and gold.
have seen the orange grow in Flor
da, when the golden fruit hung in great
masses and the blossoms of a new sea-
sons crop had set-the beginning and
md of the trees fruitage mingling to-
,ether I have watched the golden
droop In long pendant mass
IS from the stately trees and shower
he air with aromatic fragrance. And
have seen the Japanese plum orchards
purple and green in the sun; but with
III their beauty Of one sort and another
hey have failed to stir emotions that a