Just at present we were out of bulldogs, but Jones, Jenkins and Co.

could make as much noise as any dog you ever heard.

On the left grew the plum trees all the way to the south fence, and I think there was one of every kind in the fruit catalogues.
Father spent hours pruning, grafting, and fertilizing them.

He said they required twice as much work as peaches.
Around the other sides of the orchard were two rows of peach trees of every variety; but one cling on the north was just a little the best of any, and we might eat all we wanted from any tree we liked, after father tested them and said: "Peaches are ripe!" In the middle were the apple; selected trees, planted, trimmed, and cultivated like human beings.

The apples were so big and fine they were picked by hand, wrapped in paper, packed in barrels, and all we could not use at home went to J.B.White in Fort Wayne for the biggest fruit house in the state.