New Britain Herald Newspaper, February 19, 1916, Page 10

16 NEW, BRITAIN DAILY HERALD, SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 19, 1916. Making Potatoes Grow On a Briar Crop Farm Fagan of Ones and Reclaims “ Scott’s Swamp District Fools the Wise Played Out” Tract by Own M ethods. jHow Joseph A. Fagan of the Scott's amp district of Farmington med a i1arm and made it one of ‘finest potato producing spots in iw England is told in ‘“‘Country in America,” by H. W. Colling- pod. The article follows: 7 Back to the Land. [Some fifteen years ago Joseph A. gan, a man at the middle of life, pse to the beginning of hope, and pwhere near the end of performance, ntracted a case of back-to-the-land ver and went hunting for a farm. ere are various ways in which this er may enter the system. Some- nes it comes somewhat as malaria vellow fever comes, through the ng of a mosquito. The only cure Jr such a cause is for the patient to ‘“stung” when he buys his farm. a rule this fever accompanies a se of big head, which induc to think that the pen is mightier n the plow point, and that he can Ep down from his office stool and I some of “these old farmers” how run a farm. The fall from the top that stool to the bottom of a re- pny furrow is the only cure for this | sease. Joe Fagan got the disease in an- jher and better way. He had been milk man until his health gave out. en a is tied to a cow’s tail, pa@ is ohlizcd to live inside al milk , life becomes much like a com- pessed veast cake, with neither the oisturc nor the heat needed to de- plop the “kick” in the yeast. You @alize the possibilities of the veast to pand, yet know that the power has up. Joe Fagan could not stand ® strain, so he sold out his business, pecting to spend the rest of his ¥y In town. But there was too jugh green grass ald blue sky and to top in Mr. Fagan’s make-up. e brick and stone of Hartford med too much like a prison to a whose heels had taken on ings from the old sod. The need a farm came to him when spring ened, and forthwitth he went hunt- g for a piece of land. At the time Mr. Fagan started his ch, others were feebly hunting \ the opposite direction for a chance unload a piece of land. One of the old farms in the Connecticut ley had struck bottom with a dull plid thud. Tt had been a long time Hling back or sliding down hill, but | finally got there. Six or seven gen- ations of a fine old American inily had offered more or less enuous opposition to the slide, but cwn it had come to the bottom of ility and productive pride. ‘When the first white man came to he Connecticut Valley, they found the pdians raising corn, squash, and tans on this farm. These red men tld take the blue ribbon at se- feting a2 piece of farm land. They { of this farm. He would have to that sign out and put up another one, he never would have bought it. If | he had carried what they call cold | judgment instead of bounce, very | likely he would still be living in the | city, and this come-back story would |never have been written; but Mr, Fagan saw not a dead, discouraged farm, but a stretch of fair, kindly land, greening in the spring sunshin though the color was contributed by | weeds. Then again, here was land | which for all these years had main- tained one old-time family. | what.we will, this idea of pedigree ap | peals to the mind. The farm was somewhat like the ancestral acres in | the old country which the common | man might look at but never enjo. | since the entail kept him away like | a legal barbed wire fence. To a man | of some little sentiment, the spirit of | this old farm meant much. There !is no fertility in the ghost of some | wise ola farm owner, vet it may help put the bounce into a man. So. Mr. Fagan bought the farm at what seem- led a ridiculous price, and back he came to the land. Ask him how low you that there was not enough grass on it to set a hen. That is the limit, when we consider that a hen really meaning business will do a good job at incubation balanced on the edge of a cross cut saw. What crop would you naturally suppose a man like Mr. Fagan would select? A mans favorite crop s part of himself, and represents to a large extent his bringing up and the history of his country. The Indian grew corn and beans for his succo- tash. The Yankee invented baked beans as an improvement on suc- cotash, but he could not get away from the cro. Plant a Western man on the farmMand hog and hominy would surely follow. So naturally Mr. Fagan decided to grow potatoes, and determined to make that farm do it. He was wise too. Within driv- ing distance of his farm, in the fac- tory towns, people were eating half a million bushels of potatoes each year, with hardly a handful of em produced locally. Why not? Sitting on stone walls or on cane hottom chairs, or on the sunny side of barns, were various wise old tim- ers, who told you “why” by hanging out the sign: “This Is not a potato section. You can’t grow good potatoes in this soil.” It was a happy thing that Joe Fa- gan, forty-four years old, and know- ing little about potato growing, rec- ognized that this was the spirit which had taken the life and the profit out wipe or else retire dt the end of a year or two and sell the land again to some new back-to-the-lander; for men sitting on the- stone walls these and d to do it right, because there was ply a clam shell and a stick in the ¥ of tools. The soil itself must be ellow and responsive iIf vou ever pect to get a full crop with a stick d a clam shell. One of the first ftlers bought this fine farm from Be Indians, and in all the vears up the time when Joe Fagan got the ck-to-the-land fever, this farm had mained in one family. It had irned out men who fought and bdged and legislated and invented, d subdued, land for the state and e nation, but somehow as New Eng- nd agriculture declined, the breed Ind the farm ran down fogether, un- 1 both struck bottom. When a man T a farm strikes bot* there must e “bounce” if it is ever to rice again bounce, spirit or ambition, with- ut which man or farm must remain the ditch when once fallen. As @ shall see, Joe Fagan had bounce gely because he had hope, am- pition, and growth, Black printer's ink was the white ght which found the farm. Mr. Fagan advertised once in a Hartford baper, and it seemed as if every farm n Connecticut was for sale. Farm- Ing had a black eve, and apparently | ere was no one in the Valley trying o cure the bruise by applying raw efsteak. They all wanted to sell e steak or eat it. A less Pluded that there was no use enter- fng a business from which every one s running at top speed. But Fagan had this quality which T call bounce. [t is the rubber of human nature, vhich enables a man to squeeze hrough hard situations and come hrough with a philosophy that leaves o dent or scar. It is the element in man’s nature which makes it im- bpossible for him to lie flat when he alls through a hole. The men with bounce in him reaches out at the bottom of the hole, gets his hands on jopportunity, and up he comes again; erd this bounce enabled Mr. Fagan to find opportunity on the Scott's Swamp garm, though the said opportunity he<d been dumped into the ditch and ecvered up, A Dream of a F: Very likely if Mr. Fagan had known how badly the farm had run down, rm. in the sunny places represented hopeful | pan than Joe Fagan would have con- | the pirit which had skinned the New England farm, sold the skin, and sert the dollars out West for investment. The land was there, as good land as ever the sun shone upon, but it had fallen a vietim to the failure of the Yankee to recognize the fact that his soil as well as his factory needed mo- dern improvements and modern care For long years nature had been skim- ming the cream from the hills and wiping it thickly on the low lands of the valley. When man grew weary and let the farm go, nature stepped in to nail down its fertility and keep it from running away. It was a purc {hred farm, and in the days of its mis- fortune it looked like a pure bred man, down at the heel and shabh but still carrying the and | the power waiting for a chance. | What nature did, when man grew | weary, was to clog up the soil and ltry to put a shell over the surface. {The drains slowly closed up. This ! meant that the lower land became soggy and sour; it would not produce | crops, vet the plant food could not run away from it. Weeds and briars grew so thickly along the stone walis that you could hardly get within a rod of them. The pasture slopes were covered with birches and cedars, blackberry briars, and a jungle of brush. To the human eye this means evidence of the poorest kind of farm- ling, yet it is nature’s way of taking care of her own, for the weeds and {the brush hold the surface soil to- gether, and prevent wash and loss, , while the slow accumulation of the {leaves they shed continues to buiid { upand enrich the soil {ers, living in the past and bankins ‘mvon the exhausted account of what a their ancestors had done, this w: waste and ruin. Joe Fagan had read enough of modern agriculture to rea- |lize that it was not all a waste, but |2 wise investment for him. The Bounce Did It. likely you have seen a voung s ] Very ! heir eagerly waiting for the distri- bution of his estate, so that he may ne were he scatter the liquid portions as {would a barrel of water. If this .'hnn(lf‘,d him 1 a able formi, Animal Fertilizers GOOD CROPS EVERY YEAR Farming has steadily robbed the soil of its natural fertility, and to insure good crops every year this natural fertility must be restored. The only sure way of doing this is by feeding the soil nature’s real plant food made out of animal substances. Lowell Animal Fertilizers offer this food in its most highly concentrated form of BONE, BLOOD, MEAT, with high-grade chemicals. Get Lowell Animal Fertilizes from your dealer. It's a sure way to have good crops every year. Write us for booklet telling how 1916 crops can be grown without potash. LOWELL FERTILIZER COMPANY, Boston, Mass. | down the farm was, and he will tell | To the old tim- | Iwould squander his character along | with his property. Some wise old ad- | ministrator steps in and sees that only | work and responsibility will save the | young man, and so he ties that liquid estate up into slow maturing securi- ties which being nothing in the pres- | ent, but will prove solid and sure in the future if worked out with judg- ment. He saves the young man by making him work for. his patrimony. In the same way nature had taken this fine old farm and tied up oppor- tunity where the old ones could not see it. - It is hard for a man to see opportunity in the briar bush which scratches his feet, or in the poison | ivy which waylays him as he cuts his way through the brush, vet this was the opportunity which Joe Fa- gan found on that old farm. It was the opportunity to buy for one dollar that which he has made worth ten dollars by putting bounce into tke opportunity. Ask Mr. Fagan about this now, and he will probably tell vou that it occurred to him in those early days that warming a chair may be a good way to get cold feet in farming. Mr. Fagan never went to college, but he started in to give that farm and himself the deerce of LL.D. A man may stand up in his black clothes at commencement, and receive a parch- ment in a language which he cannot read to save his life. He -walks Off a Doctor of Laws, feeling sure that hon- or and fame will chase him down though the ages gently tugging at his coat tail for recognition. Tt means something more than this to apply the title to a farm. L stands for lime, L. gain for legumes and D for drainage. ind when you stamp these things upon the soil's back, you have given it a college education. The lime shakes the soil up like an electric shock. Na- ture has tucked plant food away in- to dead and slow forms. The lime un- locks it, sweetens it, and sets bacteria at work in the undergrouna factory. Why should a man break his back at carrying fertility to the soil where bac- teria will do it for him? The legumes like clover or beans or peas take nit- rogen from the air, and fill the soil with organic matter. This is like fill- ing the heart of a man with hope and courage. And drainage drives the stagnant water out of the soil and Jets in air, so that the lime and the plant food may have a fair chance. They ask nothing more, so that the tern LL.D. when applied to a soil is a badge of honor and profit. Mr. Fagan did not know that he was giving this s0il such a degree, but a man's best work in life is usually done without his knowing what he is up to. Not Potato Soil. Mr, Fagan wanted potatoes, and he was obliged to believe those old grow- ers when they told him that this was not potato soil. His'\problem was to make the soil fit to start growing po- tatoes at once. Under ordinary cir- cumstances he. could have plowed some of the old meadows, spread at least one ton to the acre of air slaked lime, and then planted corn. Under circumstances one of the England have given him a fair corn crop. Then grass and clo- ver could have follewed, with such drainage as it was possible to do from time to time. There is not a culti- vated farm on the Atlantic slope which has ever produced forty crops that does not need lime on general principles. The first thing I should think of on plowing up one of these old farms where nature has sealed up the plant food, would be to use lime, strong, biting lime, not the gentle lime-tone, but the form which has had its teeth sharpened, and its ‘kick” well developed by goirg through the fire. By liming in this way, good corn could be grown, and then clover would come in. This clover would stay just as long as the drains were kept open, and the water levels reduced. When a man can grow clover on his farm, his problem is easy—that is, so long as he can summon up the courage to plow the clover into his own soil and not cut it and sell it to somebody else. That is the simplest way to bring a New England farm back, but Joe Fa- gan left out the lime. What he wanted was potatoes, right frow the start, a paying crop at once, and an ideal potato sqil. That shuts out the lime, for an alkaline sofl will encourage scab, and whatever en- courages scab discourages potato cul- ture. Then again the potato crop is a peculiar one. Say what you will, i such w flints would s do. crop of strawber taken from an acre of ground will contain very much less plant food than a ton of timothy hay also taken from an acre, and yet in order to prcduce a full strawberry | erop it will be necessary to use five ! times as much plant food as the ha crop will need. You must consider crop's appetite as well as its analysis. A wolf might show pretty much the same analysis as a poodle dog !Every farmer who follows a. rotation which includes potatoes will recognize ihis condition in the feeding ability of crops. The farm manure will be mped upon the scd, and thus fed to { the corn crop. while the chemicals | will be used up on the potatoes. You | may put corn or rye or buckwheat on old pasture land, where the berry bushes have been plowed under, and where white grubs abound. A fair vield may be obtained under such con- ditions for these rougher crops. You cannot do that with potatoes, for it is not the nature of the plant to thrive in that way. You cannot obtain the fa- vorite old red clover without an appii- cation of lime. It is true that alsike clover or soybeans will thrive in an acid soil and slowly make that soil over, but where potatoes are worth 50 cents or more per bushel, it will not pay to wait for the slower develop- ment which comes through lime. You must start in at once and get your po- tato crop, and this farm had run down into the ground because it did not secm possible to do that thing. Gets Jump on Nature. 1 presume that if Mr. Fagan had gone to the scientific men for advice in fertilizing, he would have started with corn, rye, or hay, and made the so0il slowly reform itself with lime and chemicals. This is like telling 2 man floating specks, blurred vision, pains in the eyeball, heaviness of the lids, soreness, yellow tinge to white of eyes, all originate in liver or stomaeh disorder. 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I think that was the way Mr. Fagan felt, and it is probably well for him that he took his first lesson from a fertilizer agent. What was a hag ef fertilizer but a big contribution box, passed through all the Tich places of,the earth, and receiving a handful fagm all contribu- tors. It would take @ man five or ten vears to produce these available forms of plant food on that farm through the natural processes of farming. Why wait for it? Start at once with the real thing. This was an argument that appealed to Mr. Fagan. It looked like jumping the farm right back, bouncing it out of the ditch, and then building the foundation under it. The other plan was to build the foundation first, and then put the building on top—a much slower way, and perhaps not any more sure. In all this we must understand what the financial side of this busi- ness meant. The fertilizer which this agent advised would cost for one acre of potatoes twice as much as the land itself had been bought for. Surely bounce in faith, in imagina- tion, and in character were needed to induce a man to try that. Tt was evident, however, that there was no use trying to raise potatoes on the old plan, and so Mr. Fagan took the plunge, plowed up a few acres and started heavy fertilizing. Happily, he started with a piece of strong upland soil, naturally well drained. There were a few beauty spots like this left on the farm where the good grass had hung on in part so that nature had let them alone. After plowing, Mr. Fagan used a ton or more of fertilizer to the acre. Tt would nearly ¥ 'ze the hounce in an ordinary man to try to do that in the face of the dismal prophecies so freely offered by the chair warmers. There is one thing, however, about a leader in a new enterprise—in order to lead properly he must know how to follow. When Mr. Fagan took ad- vice, he followed it up to the limit, znd he had faith that the ton of fer- tilizer would stay by him, and that the soil would stay by the fertilizer. It was something of a gamble at best, this spending twice the purchase price of an acre of land for one year’s fertilizing. Mr. Fagan took the chance and won out. The cards came his way, for his farm was naturally good, there was a fine mar- et close at hand, he could command {he capital, and above all he was teachable, ready to go to school to a potato plant. It cost about fifty cents a bushel to raise potatoes in that You must be able to sell for cents at the least, and know how to figure the ingreased value of the land, if you ever expect to make a farm came back under that system of trusting it absolutely With your money. This is not the only way to bring a farm back, and perhaps not the best way, but it was the way that Joe Fagan did it, and that is why we tel] about it. Ever see a man of and strong capacity put down and out through misfortunes for which he was not entirely responsible? One day fate comes along and looks at him. She puts opportunity in front of the man, punches him With his cld familiar tools, then puts them into his hand and sa Go to it.” Tor a time the man is dazed. Tt does possible, for the world has said that opportunity —uses her knuckles on a man’s door only once vet here are his tools, and he knows the kindly face of opportunity only too well. He is slow and awkward at first,” but the power returns to him and he comes back, digging his way to opportunity. I can think of no better illustration to show how Scott's Swamp Farm started to come back with that first potato crop. T can imagine how that poor. discouraged soil groaned in de- spair when Fagan put his plow into thLat old sod for the first time. “Can they not let me die in peace? Why do they stir me up once more when I have proved so many times that I have lost my tools and the skill to work them? Let me alone, T belong to an old time now drifted away. Let me go back into the thicket and the forest to hide my shame.” When the Soil Works Up. Yet Fagan kept on plowing, plant- business to go his business take natural ability not seem ed his potatoes and poured in the fer- tilizer. One bright spring the soil woke up once more with a thrill. Here was something new. Instead of turning the surface over with a poor plow, and scratching ‘it lightly with a broken harrow, this new man had put a big, shining plow deep down day ; 5 linto the soil. Then he had gone over it again and again, deeper and deep- er, tearing and tossing up the sur- | face until it seemed as fine as an | ash heap. The soil started up to take | notice, grunting contentedly like a | neglected hog which has just left the edge of a hoe combing his back. | These pieces of potato were different | from anything it had seen before; | they were large and solid and fine. | This farmer had not gone to the | house bin and picked out the tubers | that were too small to eat. These | were good enough to sell, and they | had been cut into large pieces, their | faces washed, and here was a ye! low stuff covering them, ine stuff apparently which the farm | children had always eaten to “clean | their blood” in the spring. The soil | | woke up and began to think of other | days, when it took care of a big, proud | strong family, and helped feed the | nation. What was the use, however, ! to plant these fine potatoes, when it | was only too well known that there | was no baby food inside that soil * take care of these delicate plant But what was this—the soil felt the | “kick” of the soluble phosphoric acid as it looked about for something to | feed. Here were nitrates working | about through the soil for the fir time in years, and there was no m taking the fat smell of the pota which had long been absent from the! farm. It must be that brown stuff | which this new man had poured into the furrows with a liberal hand. The soil began to remember how, some | vears before, one of those old farmer had put a tablespoonful of that stuff into a hill of corn, and how it had driven that corn stalk far up into good growth. The neglected soil, like the down-and-out man, saw oppor tunity in front of it, and here werc the old tools in its hand—the plant food, the finely broken surface soil, and the firm, healthy potato seed. Just as in the case of the man, the soil, awkward and slow at first ed up the situation. Opportunity had come back, and it got busy. The re sult of that first year was that Mr. Fagan produced 600 bushels of po- tatoes on his three acres, a yield un- | heard of before on that farm. And how the grass and clover came in when the potatoes stopped growing! The soil took on new life, for it had received its ticket to better times, | and Mr. Fagan knew that he was on the right track to work along with it. Most farmers after that crop would have seeded to wheat or | rye with clover, and taken up a ro- | tation covering four or five years. The | grain and grass would have vrevented waste of plant food, and taken care of that part of the dinner which the potatoes left. Then after two years of hay cutting, the sod would have been plowed for corn, and then back into potatoes. But Mr. Fagan did not want the corn or the small gra A farmer mus 5 corn and its are might con- venient on any farm. But Joe Fagan was a potato man, and he planned his rotation so as to work the soil for po- tatoes as often as he could. So when- T the potatoes were dug, he sowc.d ss and clover after working up ! the soil with a harrow. This an ideal condition for seeding thorough culture during tt kept soil open and fine, and after the potato was eaten at the first table, the balance of that ton of fertilizer is ready for the grass, for th will gather up the fragments so thac nothing can be lost. Sometimes there will be an early winter, and the grass seeding will not be complete. In that case if is an easy matter to turn over what is left of the grass in the spring, and plant potatoes again, for under this system of clean seed and clean farming ther is not so much danger from rot and scab. Should there be a good stand of grass in the spring, it can be left, cut one or two years for hay, and then brought back into potatoes once more. So with this short system, and the yearly heavy use of fertilizer, Mr. Fagan put the springs under his old farm and brought it back to profit. The acrea of potatoes was increased from year to year, and though the fall and win- | ter and spring ditches were cleared out and the stones picked up, the brush grubbed out, and new fields brought back to fertility. I have said that Mr. Fagan went to school to a potato vine. He learned from that teacher that the only way to obtain fine eating potatoes is to keep the plant growing steadily and without in- jury from the time it gets above ground until the frost kills it or it dies a natural death. The bugs camc, and the plants showed him how to kiil them. He opened up the old drair and dug new ones, reduced the water level and made the soil mellow. The same | | i | potato makes Tue | his beautiful | wark grass stubble filled the soil with or- ganic matter, and the potato fertilizer breught the richness of all the cor- ners of the earth to that Connecti- V-4 & Globe Clothing House The Hats we are display- ing are the Spring Styles. ESTABLISHED 1886 Ladies, your attention is directed to the new style Satin Pumps. Many dif- ferent colors for evening wear. : s > Also Boudgoir Slippers in all coiors. > The 30th Annual Sale of HART, SCHAFFNER & MARX CLOTHING ends this month. sion, Joseph Fagan out across the farm that has “come back,” and thinks of the time when it did not pro- duce grass enough to set a hen, one might pardon him for thinking that he has done his share of a great thin ibout it he will the other da us fine weather, by trying to under- nts and needs.” lated by Bank Man, An appreciation of Mr forts is contained in the ter from A. A. MacLeod the Plainville Trust company, read Mr. lingwood's letter: cut farm to make ideal potato sot! looks Mr. Fagan learned how to build up the ideal potato plant, but rot and blight came from without and from within to upset his plans. Tt must be admitted that the climate of the Con- necticut valley was never built for th> potato plant. The plant must be fit ted to the climate. The state is not noted for large potato yielc for in | this humid valley the blight is always | on dec And so Mr. Fagan, after | some vears of work and after seeinz | plants throw up their fall down bhéfore their completed, found at last that he must go to a new teacher, t> 1cam how to fight off disease. vet when you ask him { tell you, as he did me “The good God gave and I did my | stand what a potato ws Congrat Fagan's efs following lets treasurer of who! nd was hands The Reward, Thus it was that Joe Fagan, a nearly sixty years old, went to school as he calls it, to Prof. George P. Clin- ton, of the Connecticut pernnont Station. © F: part of the asree- ment v o do everything that he was told in soaking and spraying and blight fighting. And he had his reward. Last year he planted twenty acres of potatoes and carried out Professor Clinton’s di- rections to the dot on the i. These directions seemed sometimes against experience, but Fagan was a game pu- pil, ad hestuck to the job. As a sult, they dug 6,000 bushels of pot: toes from the twenty acres ,and the crop =old at an average of 70 cents bushel. This vear of wet weather, Professor Clinton tells me that Mr Fagan’s persistence in spraying, in scason and out, has added 100 bushels per acre to his vield Ang so this fine old farm has come back. Think of it—this one crop of potatoes more than paid the entire original price for this big farm, and it has only begun to show itself. And | the farm has done more, for has brought the surrounding land bs along with it. Whenever a man goes hunting for a farm now they show him | the land as it stands, and then they take him to the farm that has come back, and point out its possibilities. As a result of this potato crop this part of Connecticut is likely to become s 1 famous for potato culture as it now is| I for tobacco. Yes, indeed rm is like a man. The greatest and joy of i life is found in “coming back” With kind orably and through seif-help. Cordially yours when in October, after the first hardj AL A frost has put plant life out of commis | Mr. Plainville, My Joseph Fagan, man Conn. Mr. ¥ 1 have been delighted to read in Country Life in America the story of how potatoes from a worn out farm in New England can rown. Th beautiful story as Mr W Collingwood and in had my eye: dear De told very H real, ha on your work and on yot home since my coming to Connecticut eight yvears ago, I that there beauty in truth Having been brought up on a farm in Florida where corn cotton (Sea Island long staple) potatoes, pea- nuts, and many other products are grown, I naturally “goft” spot in my heart for the farm. And to show you how that old time farm feeling comes back to the boy who has it in his system, I am now on a trade for a small farm about one mile from town with eleven acres. 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