|A CLASS of croakers that one meets with everywhere, have steadily
maintained that fruit cannot be raised in this Territory. In
conversation with a small boy yesterday, we learned that this is not
true. It is very simple and easy to do, even in this rigorous climate.
He showed us how it is done. He has a small and delicately constructed
harpoon with a tail to it--the apparatus attached to a long string. He
goes into the nearest market, and while the clerk is cutting out some
choice steaks for the man with the store teeth, the boy throws his
harpoon and hauls in on the string. In this way he raises all kinds of
fruit, not only for his own use, but he has some to sell.
He showed us some that he raised. It was as good as any of the fruit
that we buy here, only that there was a little hole on one side, but
that don't hurt the fruit for immediate use. He "puts some down," but
don't can or dry any. He says that he applies his where he feels the
worst. When he feels as though a Greening or a Bellflower would help
him, he goes out and picks it. He showed us a string with a grappling
hook attached, on which he had raised a bushel of assorted fruit this
fall, and it wasn't a very good string, either.