This section is from "The Horticulturist, And Journal Of Rural Art And Rural Taste", by P. Barry, A. J. Downing, J. Jay Smith, Peter B. Mead, F. W. Woodward, Henry T. Williams. Also available from Amazon: Horticulturist and Journal of Rural Art and Rural Taste.
My Dear Sir. - The last winter was remarkable for its unusual severity here, as in other sections of the country, December was an intensely cold month, and there being but little snow upon the ground, the earth froze unusually deep and hard. For several mornings in the month, the mercury stood from 8° to 12° below 0. January was milder, there was more snow. Early in February the cold attained its greatest intensity; on the morning of the sixth of that month, the mercury stood at 15° below 0. It did not rise to zero through the day, a circumstance which I do not remember having before happened within my observation. At seven o'clock P. M., it was 17° below 0, and on the morning of the seventh, 21° which was the greatest cold in the season at my residence, though on that morning at a few miles distant, it was several degrees colder.
To say nothing of other cold days and weeks, which ordinarily Would have caused alarm for fruit and fruit trees, it may well be supposed that our fears in their behalf were reasonably excited. In fact, we gave up our Pear trees which were so bountifully loaded with delicious fruit last year, as a dead lost, and with misgivings in regard to our young fruit trees, through fear the sudden and severe frosts of December had destroyed the roots, it really made us nervous.
Spring came on slowly with many fluctuations of temperature, though no very warm days nntil June. In its developments we found we had been anticipating losses that were not likely to be realized. The wood of the Peach suffered severely, owing perhaps in part to the exhaustion caused by excessive bearing last year, but the healthfulness of the roots, new shoots have been vigorously sent from the main branches, and from present appearances they will be in bearing condition next year. Young peach trees suffered but very little, and are giving a fine luxuriant growth this season. The fruit buds on such were nearly all killed, so we must wait patiently another year before we can feast on peaches of our own growing.
Our next fears were for our beautiful dwarf pears, especially the setting out of 1854. Now we could not find a single twig or bud of these injured in the slightest degree. They bloomed freely and the fruit set abundantly for young trees, and they are making a growth that would lead us to suppose that winter had only been a night of rest to them. Our experience so far is decidedly in favor of growing dwarf trees for pears, and we believe the great want of success in it, wherever it may exist, is owing in the first place to purchasing poor trees from nurserymen who are willing to palm them off, and in the second place, from the careless manner in which too many set their trees, and in the third place, from a want of proper, not extravagant, culture when they are set. We have also realized the fact that trees when raised by responsible nurserymen in Western New York, will succeed as well on the bleak hillsides and in the deep vallies of Berkshire, as those grown at home, or brought from any locality whatever.
In the matter of cherries, the bloom was never better, nor the harvest more abundant than in the present season; The two great objections to their culture, the boys and the birds, we are happy to say, promise ere long to be overcome, by setting trees enough to supply all. Several within our knowledge have set fine rows of trees by the wayside as well as in their gardens, which not only furnish beautiful shade, but a bountiful supply of fruit to the insect devouring songsters that build among their branches. If unruly boys happen to light upon them, we hope they will appreciate the value of good fruit on tasting it, so that they will be induced to "go and do likewise" in planting out, and cease in due time, from luxuriating on the labors of their industrious neighbors. Yours truly, W. Bawn. - Richmond, July 7, 1855.
 
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