even; indeed, taking one roast with another, no doubt they are far ahead of us. I intend to have an American party at my hotel on Friday evening, and Mark Cary will have another on Saturday, when we will again attempt to catch up with the English. When the English roast us, I hope they are as fair as we are, and frequently say:
"Of course, in some respects the Americans are a remarkable people. No one will care to deny that."
Thursday, March 13.—This morning Mr. Atterbury
found it necessary to go twenty miles into the
country, to look at a farm, and took us with him. R.
A. Davis, government horticulturist for South Africa,
also accepted an invitation to go. Mr. Davis was
born in England, but spent several years in California;
he says he learned all he knows about horticulture in
California, as that state is undoubtedly headquarters
for horticultural information. In his way, he is as
noted an expert as our F. D. Coburn, and it was a privilege
to spend several hours in the country with him.
Here is a South-African apple story I had direct from
Mr. Davis. His son has an apple orchard of three
acres, containing three hundred trees ten years old.
Last year the younger Mr. Davis sold his apples for
ten thousand dollars, or more than $3,000 an acre.
These figures are gross; the cost of picking and marketing
the fruit was fifteen per cent. We had two
punctures during the ride, and Mr. Davis told me another
big South-African story while the driver made
