Omaha. Some excellent orchards
that have been very profitable were visited. It had been very dry in
that region, consequently the fruit was undersized.

The third day was spent in southwestern Iowa, from Hamburg to Glenwood.
It is impossible to tell about all the good things seen on this trip. We
saw all kinds of pruning, cultivated and "sod cultivated" orchards and,
above all, corn, corn and more corn. At Shenandoah the nurserymen and
seedsmen took charge of the party and entertained all in a very
hospitable manner. There were ninety at the noon banquet. In the
afternoon they showed us the large nurseries and seed warehouse.

Toward the end of the trip we stopped at a 40-acre orchard, mostly
Grimes Golden. A hailstorm had injured the fruit very much.

One of the great lessons gained from the 150-mile automobile tour was
the fact that _spraying_ is _one_ of the _most important orchard
operations_. It was interesting to hear what some of the older
orchardists would say when they saw fruit injured by scab. It is an
important matter with them, because it means dollars to have
disease-free fruit to market.

[Illustration: VETERAN DOUGLAS FIR, STANDING MILES OUT FROM THE
PROTECTING MOUNTAIN, EXPOSED TO ALL THE FIERCE WINDS OF THE
PLAINS.]

While it is not the intention to publish anything in this
magazine that is misleading or unreliable, yet it must be
remembered that the articles published herein recite the
experience and opinions of their writers, and this fact must
always be noted in estimating their practical value.

THE MINNESOTA HORTICULTURIST

Vol. 44 OCTOBER, 1916 No. 10

Camping on the Yellowstone Trail.

CLARENCE WEDGE, NURSERYMAN, ALBERT LEA, MINN.

I suppose that civilization is the correct thing for mortals to aspire
to. As a boy, while I hated it with a bitter hatred, I accepted it as
inevitable because my elders approved it and because it seemed
indissolubly linked to the school, the church and the things of good
repute. As I grow older the yoke sits easier on my shoulders, but doubts
have increased as to its necessary connection with the good, the true
and the beautiful. It surely kills the sweet virtue of hospitality. In
my home church lately there was a call for volunteers to entertain a
visiting delegation, and I was interested in observing how perfectly the
number that might be accommodated in any home was in inverse ratio to
the size and furnishings o