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The Apple-Tree The Open Country Books—No. 1
THE APPLE-TREE
THE OPEN COUNTRY BOOKS
A continuing company of genial little books
about the out-of-doors
Under the editorship of
L. H. BAILEY
1. The Apple-Tree | L. H. Bailey |
2. A Home Vegetable Garden | Ella M. Freeman |
3. The Cow | Jared Van Wagenen, Jr. |
Others about weather and the sky, scenery,
camps, recreation, quadrupeds, fishes, birds,
insects, reptiles, plants, and the places in the open.
The Open Country Books—No. 1
THE APPLE-TREE
BY
L. H. BAILEY
NEW YORK
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
1922
All rights reserved
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
Copyright, 1922,
By THE MACMILLAN COMPANY.
Set up and electrotyped. Published January, 1922.
FERRIS PRINTING COMPANY
NEW YORK
CONTENTS
CHAPTER | PAGE | |
I. | Where There is no Apple-Tree | 7 |
II. | The Apple-Tree in the Landscape | 10 |
III. | The Buds on the Twigs | 15 |
IV. | The Weeks Between the Flower and the Fruit | 19 |
V. | The Brush Pile | 27 |
VI. | The Pruning of the Apple-Tree | 36 |
VII. | Maintaining the Health and Energy of the Apple-Tree | 41 |
VIII. | How an Apple-Tree is Made | 48 |
IX. | The Dwarf Apple-Tree | 54 |
X. | Whence Comes the Apple-Tree? | 60 |
XI. | The Varieties of Apple | 66 |
XII. | The Pleasant Art of Grafting | 79 |
XIII. | The Mending of the Apple-Tree | 85 |
XIV. | Citizens of the Apple-Tree | 89 |
XV. | The Apple-Tree Regions | 97 |
XVI. | The Harvest of the Apple-Tree | 102 |
XVII. | The Appraisal of the Apple-Tree | 107 |
THE APPLE-TREE
I
WHERE THERE IS NO APPLE-TREE
The wind is snapping in the bamboos, knocking together the resonant canes and weaving the myriad flexile wreaths above them. The palm heads rustle with a brisk crinkling music. Great ferns stand in the edge of the forest, and giant arums cling their arms about the trunks of trees and rear their dim jacks-in-the-pulpit far in the branches; and in the greater distance I know that green parrots are flying in twos from tree to tree. The plant forms are strange and various, making mosaic of contrasting range of leaf-size and leaf-shape, palm and grass and fern, epiphyte and liana and clumpy mistletoe, of grace and clumsiness and even misproportion, a tall thick landscape all mingled into a symmetry of disorder that charms the attention and fascinates the eye.
It is a soft and delicious air wherein I sit. A torrid drowse is in the receding landscape. The people move leisurely, as befits the world where there is no preparation for frost and no urgent need of laborious apparel. There are tardy bullock-carts, unconscious donkeys, and men pushing vehicles. There are odd