TINTERN ABBEY AND THE WYE.—ENGLISH SCREW-STEAMERS.—TIDE
DELUGE.—ST. VINCENT’S ROCKS.—BRISTOL-BUILT VESSELS.—THE
VALE OF GLOUCESTER.—WHITFIELD “EXAMPLE FARM.”—HEDGE-ROW
TIMBER.—DRAINAGE.—BUILDINGS.—STOCK.—SOILING.—MANURE.—WHEAT.—BEETS
AND TURNIPS.—DISGRACEFUL AGRICULTURE.—THE LANDED GENTRY.—WAGES OF
LABOURERS.
_Chepstow._
We have had a fierce storm of wind and rain to-day, notwithstanding
which we have _done_ (I am sorry to use the word) Tintern Abbey and the
celebrated scenery of the Wye.
The first every body has heard of, and many have dined off it; for it
is the subject of a common crockery picture. It is “a grand exhibition
of Gothic ruins, admittance twenty-five cents; children, half-price.”
It is indeed exceedingly beautiful and interesting, and would be most
delightful to visit, if one could stumble into it alone and contemplate
it in silence; but to have a vulgar, sycophantic, parrot-chattering
showman locking himself in with you, fastening himself to your elbow,
holding an umbrella over you, and insisting upon exactly when, where,
what, and how much you shall admire, there was more poetry on the
dinner-plate.
The scenery of the Wye has, at some points, much grandeur. They say
there is nothing else like it in England. There is a great deal, with
the same character, however, in America; and as we were familiar with
scenes of even much greater sublimity, we found that we had been led
to expect too much, and were rather disappointed with it.
[Sidenote: _BRISTOL BUILT._]
We took passage from Chepstow to Bristol in a small iron screw-steamer.
She was sharp and neatly modelled, and made very good speed—about
fifteen knots. The captain said he could show his stern to any
side-wheel steamer of her size in England. Near the junction of the
Wye and the Severn there is a good breadth of water, and we found here
a heavy swell and a reefing breeze. The little boat, with a small
gaff-sail forward, “just to steady her,” threw it off one side and the
other, and made her way along very handsomely and comfortably. It is
my impression, that the English have got a good deal ahead of us with
screw-craft.
The tide-current in these rivers is a furious deluge. The rise and fall
at Chepstow is FIFTY-THREE FEET! (_Daniels’ Shipmaster’s Directory._)
At Bristol, I think it is even greater than this. The striking effects
upon the banks, and the difficulty of navigation, may be imagined.
Hence it is that Bristol ships have always been noted for strength, and
so arose the term “_Bristol-built_,” to describe any structure well put
together.
St. Vincent’s rocks, of which I had often heard sailors speak—immense
banks of solid rock, that, for some miles below Bristol, the narrow,
canal-like river flows between—are indeed amazingly grand. It was most
impressive and belittling to one’s earthy self to meet between them a
merchant ship of the largest class—the tiny boy that we looked upright
to see upon her royal yard not high enough by some hundred feet to look
over them. And yet so perpendicular are they, and so narrow is the
stream, that they are preparing to throw an arch over between them.
Passing with too little delay through the interesting towns of Clifton
and Bristol, I parted with my friends, and went on the same day into
the agricultural district known as the Vale of Gloucester.
The general aspect of this district is exceedingly beautiful;
undulating, like Herefordshire, with more commonly extensive flat
surfaces, very large hedges, and much timber; very thickly peopled, the
cottages and farm buildings old and picturesque, and the fields well
stocked with cattle.
The agriculture of the district is similar to that of Cheshire, except
that it is in general much behind it, neither draining nor boneing
having been common improvements. The people I fell in with were usually
lacking equally in courtesy and intelligence, and I learned nothing
of value agriculturally, until I reached, at near nightfall, a farm
conducted agreeably to the wishes of one of the landlords of the Vale,
especially with the intention of giving his tenants an example of a
better system of farming than they were accustomed to be content with.
[Sidenote: “_THE EXAMPLE FARM._”]
For this purpose, an ordinary farm of 260 acres, in the midst of the
estate, was, about ten years ago, put into the hands of an excellent
Scotch agriculturist, Mr. Morton. His first movement was to remove
the superfluous fences and the enormous quantity of hedge-row timber
that the farm, like all others in the district, was encumbered with.
It gives us a great idea of the amount of this, as well of the value
of timber in England, to learn that what was thus obtained merely from
the fences of 260 acres was sold for over $17,000! There is now very
little, if any, interior fencing upon the farm. The surface-water
was drawn into one channel, and the whole farm under-drained with
three-feet drains. Upon the steeper slopes the drains were laid with
small stones, otherwise with tile. This was the only case in which I
heard of stones being used by any good farmer of late years in England
for drains. Even where stone is in the way upon the surface, it is
found more economical to employ tile or pipes. After thorough drainage,
every acre of the farm was subsoiled, and gradually the whole was
limed, at the rate of one hundred and twenty bushels an acre, and
divided into ten-acre lots, without fences.
Not the least unpractical labour or expense for show has been made.
The walls, gates, farm-house, stables, and outbuildings, are all of
simple, and even rude construction. As far as I could judge, every
arrangement and every practice upon the farm was such as would commend
itself to any farmer, and might be easily followed by any one who
could command the capital which a similar extent of soil would seem
to need for its profitable cultivation. Almost every inch of the
surface outside the buildings and the lane is tilled, there being no
pasture. In the stables we found a stock of mongrel cows, mostly of
Hereford and Short-horn blood, bought to be fattened. No stock is
raised. Each cow was in a separate loose box. They are fed at this
season with clover and trefoil, and supplied with a great profusion of
straw litter. The manure is allowed to accumulate under them until it
becomes inconvenient. The cows appeared to be in healthy and thriving
condition; they were generally lying down and quietly ruminating with
an aspect of entire satisfaction. The horse-stalls were of the form
and size most common in our cities; the horses rather lighter than
the ordinary English draught-horses. A steam-engine is employed for
threshing, cutting turnips, &c. All the crops but wheat, I believe, are
fed upon the farm, and all the straw is used as litter; of course an
immense stock of manure is manufactured, and little or none needs to be
bought to sustain a high fertility and large crops of every kind.
Under this system, Mr. Morton is able to grow wheat every second year;
so that one-half the farm was covered with magnificent crops of this
grain, likely to yield full forty bushels an acre, which would be worth
at least $6000. The wheat is all drilled, and looked to me particularly
clean and even. The alternate crops are carrots, mangel-wurzel,
ruta-baga, potatoes, and clover. Of the latter, forty acres; of the
roots, mangel-wurzel occupied the largest space. Mr. Morton told me
that he had, of late, much preferred it to turnips; thought he could
get thirty tons from an acre that would only yield twenty of ruta-baga,
with similar expense. A few acres were devoted to vegetables and fruit
for the family, and to the raising of seeds for the root-crops. I
do not recollect to have seen a weed on the farm, except among the
potatoes, which were being hoed by labourers, with very large hoes made
for the purpose.
Of course the expense of such improvement as I have described was very
great; but the proprietor considers it to have been a good investment.
It is now leased by Mr. Morton and his son.
It is called the “Example Farm;” how appropriately, may be judged by
the following description of an ordinary farm of the neighbourhood, by
the “Times’ Commissioner:”
“An inconvenient road conducted us to the entrance-gate of a
dilapidated farm-yard, one side of which was occupied by a huge
barn and wagon-shed, and the other by the farm-house, dairy, and
piggeries. The farm-yard was divided by a wall, and two lots of
milch-cows were accommodated in the separate divisions. On one side
was a temporary shed, covered with bushes and straw. Beneath this
shed there was a comparatively dry lair for the stock; the yard
itself was wet, dirty, and uncomfortable. The other yard was exactly
the counterpart of this, except that it wanted even the shelter-shed.
In these two yards are confined the dairy-stock of the farm during
the winter months; they are supplied with hay in antique, square
hay-racks, ingeniously capped over, to protect the hay, with a
thatched roof, very much resembling the pictures of Robinson Crusoe’s
hut. In each yard two of them are placed, round which the shivering
animals station themselves as soon as the feeder gives them their
diurnal ration, and then patiently ruminate the scanty contents. A
dripping rain fell as we looked at them, from which their heads
were sheltered by the thatched roof of the hay-rack, only to have
it poured in a heavier stream on their necks and shoulders. In the
other yard the cows had finished their provender, and showed their
dissatisfaction with its meagre character by butting each other round
the rack. The largest and greediest having finished her own share,
immediately dislodges her neighbour, while she, in her turn, repeats
the blow upon the next, and so the chase begins, the cows digging
their horns into each other’s sides, and discontentedly pursuing one
another through the wet and miry yard. Leaving the yard we passed
into the fields, sinking at every step in the sour, wet grass-lands.
Here, little heaps of dung, the exhausted relics of the hay, from
which the cows derive their only support in winter, were being
scattered thinly over the ground, to aid in the production of another
crop of hay.”
[Sidenote: _LANDLORDS._]
I have shown how much good a wealthy landlord may find it his profit
to do in the way of improving agriculture. Mr. Caird intimates that
for such a state of things as is exhibited in the last picture, we are
also to hold the landlord accountable. Mr. Caird likewise says, “On
all hands the farmer suffers: he pays rent for space occupied by his
landlord’s trees; he provides harbour for his landlord’s game, which,
in return, feed upon his crops; (it is for this reason many landlords
will not allow the fences to be touched;) if he attempts to plough out
inferior pasture, his crop becomes an additional feeding-ground for the
game; whilst the small fields and crooked fences prevent all efforts at
economy of labour, and compel him either to restrict his cultivation,
or execute it negligently and unprofitably.”
God keep us evermore free from a “powerful conservative landed gentry,”
a curse not unmixed with good though it be.
Wages of labourers were mentioned to me at 8_s._ Caird says 7_s._ and
8_s._, and sometimes 6_s._; but it was added, significantly, that 6_s._
worth of work is only given in such a case.
I spent the night with the Messrs. Morton, and returned by rail to
Bristol the following morning.