Identifier: autobiographyofh00gree (find matches)
Title: The autobiography of Horace Greeley : or, Recollections of a busy life: to which are added miscellaneous essays and papers
Year: 1872 (1870s)
Authors: Greeley, Horace, 1811-1872
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Publisher: New York : E.B. Treat
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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nning under-drains where they seemed to be needed, byploughing deeper than it was ever ploughed before, thoughnot yet nearly deep enough, and by persistent fertilizing withcomposted swamp muck, lime, salt, gypsum, bone-dust, andartificial, as well as mineral, manures, until it is to-day in veryfair condition, or only needs deepening six to twelve inchesmore to make it so. Already, it produces almost unfailinglygood crops of Indian Corn, Oats, Turnips, and especially ofGrass. I have repeatedly grown fair crops of Wheat, especiallyof Spring, and never decidedly failed but once. Most of ourlands that have long been devoted to the production of milkare in special need of phosphates, which are most readilysupplied in the shape of ground bones, — the finer the better.With land in proper condition. Wheat is as sure a crop inSouthern New York as in Wisconsin or Minnesota. Eootshave generally done well with me on ground properly pre-pared ; but the Potato is an exception; and I doubt that it
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MY FARMING, 307 will hereafter produce so plenteously on our seaboard as onthe breezy slopes of the Green Mountains, the Catsldlls, or ofour hioh inland counties like Madison or Steuben. My swamp (whereof successive purchases have increasedthe area to IuUy twenty acres) has been my chief difficulty.Originally, a muddy, oozy fen, thickly dotted with hassocks or tussocks of coarse bog-grass, I have cut-these and (tiredof awaiting their natural decay) burned them to fertilizingashes for my upland; have seamed the entire flat with under-drains; have cut down the little runnel that permeated itscentre, and the open ditch that for some distance ran parallelto it on the east, collecting the waters of a dozen springs,obliged to join it ere it was lost in my brook, that comesbrawling down my hillside, and have spared no effort, grudgedno cost, to render it completely arable. But the fall is soslight, not only on my own land, but for nearly a mile belowit, that my success is still partial and u

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