CHAPTER XIV

PLANTING OF THE TREES

September proved as dry as August was wet,--only half an inch of water

fell; and the seedings would have been slow to start had they depended

for their moisture upon the clouds. By October 1, however, green had

taken the place of brown on nearly all the sixty acres we had tilled.

The threshers came and threshed the wheat and oats. Of wheat there were

311 bushels, of oats, 1272. We stored this grain in the cottage until

the granary should be ready, and stacked the straw until the forage barn

could receive it. My plan from the first has been to shelter all forage,

even the meanest, and bright oat straw is not low in the scale.

On the 10th the horse stable was far enough advanced to permit the

horses to be moved, and the old barn was deserted. A neighbor who had

bought this barn at once pulled it down and carted it away. In this

transaction I held out several days for $50, but as my neighbor was

obdurate I finally accepted his offer. The first entry on the credit

side of my farm ledger is, By one old barn, $45. The receipts for

October, November, and December, were:--

By one old barn $45.00

By apples on trees (153 trees at $1.85 each) 283.00

By 480 bushels of potatoes at 30 cents per bushel 144.00

By five old sows, not fat 35.00

One cow 15.00

Three cows 70.00

Two cows 35.00

Three cows, two heifers, nine calves 187.00

Forty-three shoats and gilts, average 162 lb., at 2 cents

per lb 139.00

Total $953.00

The young hogs had eaten most of my small potatoes and some of my corn

before we parted with them in late November. These sales were made at

the farm, and at low prices, for I was afraid to send such stuff to

market lest some one should find out whence it came. The Four Oaks brand

was to stand for perfection in the future, and I was not willing to

handicap it in the least. Top prices for gilt-edged produce is what

intensive farming means; and if there is money in land, it will be found

close to this line.

The potatoes had been dug and sold, or stored in the cellar of the

farm-house; the apples from the trees reserved for home use had been

gathered, and we were ready for the fall planting. While waiting for the

stock to arrive, we had time to get in all the hay and most of the straw

into the forage barn, which was now under roof.

On Saturday, the 26th, word came that sixteen immense boxes had arrived

at Exeter for us. Three teams were sent at once, and each team brought

home two boxes. Three trips were made, and the entire prospective

orchard was safely landed. Monday saw our whole force at work planting

trees. Small stakes had been driven to give the exact centre for each

hole, so that the trees, viewed from any direction, would be in straight

lines. Sam, Zeb, and Judson were to dig the holes, putting the surface

dirt to the right, and the poor earth to the left; I was to prune the

roots and keep tab on the labels; Johnson and Anderson were to set the

trees,--Anderson using a shovel and Johnson his hands, feet, and eyes;

while Thompson was to puddle and distribute the trees. The puddling was

easily done. We sawed an oil barrel in halves, placed these halves on a

stone boat, filled them two-thirds full of water, and added a lot of

fine clay. Into this thin mud the roots of each tree were dipped before

planting.

My duty was to shorten the roots that were too long, and to cut away the

bruised and broken ones. The top pruning was to be done after the trees

were all set and banked. The stock was fine in every respect,--fully up

to promise. Watching Johnson set his first tree convinced me that he

knew more about planting than I did. He lined and levelled it; he pawed

surface dirt into the hole, and churned the roots up and down; more

dirt, and he tamped it; still more dirt, and he tramped it; yet more

dirt, and he stamped it until the tree stood like a post; then loose

dirt, and he left it. I was sure Johnson knew his business too well to

need advice from a tenderfoot, so I went back to my root pruning.

We were ten days planting these thirty-four hundred trees, but we did it

well, and the days were short. We finished on the 7th of November. The

trees were now to be top pruned. I told Johnson to cut every tree in the

big orchard back to a three-foot stub, unless there was very good reason

for leaving a few inches (never more than six), and I turned my back on

him and walked away as I said these cruel words. It seemed a shame to

cut these bushy, long-legged, handsome fellows back to dwarfish

insignificance and brutish ugliness, but it had to be done. I wanted

stocky, thrifty, low-headed business trees, and there was no other way

to get them. The trees in the lower, or ten-acre, orchard, were not

treated so severely. Their long legs were left, and their bushy tops

were only moderately curtailed. We would try both high and low heading.

On the night of November 11 the shredders came and set up their great

machine on the floor of the forage barn, ready to commence work the next

morning. There were ten men in the shredding gang. I furnished six more,

and Bill Jackson came with two others to change work with me; that is,

my men were to help him when the machine reached his farm. We worked

nineteen men and four teams three and a half days on the forty-three

acres of corn, and as a result, had a tremendous mow of shredded corn

fodder and an immense pile of half-husked ears. For the use of the

machine and the wages of the ten men I paid $105. Poor economy! Before

next corn-shredding time I owned a machine,--smaller indeed, but it did

the work as well (though not as quickly), and it cost me only $215, and

was good for ten years.

The weather had favored me thus far. The wet August had put the ground

into good condition for seeding, and the dry September and October had

permitted our buildings to be pushed forward, but now everything was to

change. A light rain began on the morning of the 15th (I did not permit

it to interrupt the shredding, which was finished by noon), and by night

it had developed into a steady downpour that continued, with

interruptions, for six weeks. November and December of 1895 gave us rain

and snow fall equal to twelve and a half inches of water. Plans at Four

Oaks had to be modified. There was no more use for the ploughs. Nos. 10

and 11, and much of the home lot were left until spring. I had planned

to mulch heavily all the newly set trees, and for this purpose had

bought six carloads of manure (at a cost of $72); but this manure could

not be hauled across the sodden fields, and must needs be piled in a

great heap for use in the spring. The carpenters worked at disadvantage,

and the farm men could do little more than keep themselves and the

animals comfortable. They did, however, finish one good job between

showers. They tile-drained the routes for the two roads on the home

lot,--the straight one east and west through the building line, about

1000 feet, and the winding carriage drive to the site of the main house,

about 1850 feet. The tile pipe cost $123. They also set a lot of fence

posts in the soft ground.

Building progressed slowly during the bad weather, but before the end of

December the horse barn, the woodshed, the granary, the forage barn, and

the power-house were completed, and most of the machinery was in place.

The machinery consisted of a fifteen horse-power engine, with shafting

running to the forage barn, the granary, and the woodshed. A power-saw

was set in the end of the shed, a grinding mill in the granary, and a

fodder-cutter in the forage barn. The cost of these items was:--

Engine and shafting $187.00

Saw 24.00

Mill 32.00

Feed-cutter and carrier 76.00

Total $319.00

I gave the services of my two carpenters, Thompson and Sam, during most

of this time to Nelson, for I had but little work for them, and he was

not making much out of his job.

The last few days of 1895 turned clear and cold, and the barometer set

"fair." The change chirked us up, and we ended the year in good spirits.

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