This section is from the book "The Gardener's Monthly And Horticulturist V28", by Thomas Meehan. See also: Four-Season Harvest: Organic Vegetables from Your Home Garden All Year Long.
After a sojourn of nearly three months in the great Adirondack wilderness, N. Y. State, I find myself at home again, much improved in health, and on looking over my notes I have thought a few remarks and suggestions on what I have seen, would not be uninteresting to you and your numerous readers.
You tell us a good deal about forestry and about cultivated beauties, and while you introduce to our notice these "gems of nature" you have not forgotten the " wayside flowers." The flora of this high table land is peculiar and interesting, and it is surprising that but few seem to take any great interest in it. The invalid goes there to regain his health, which he generally does (I speak from experience), in that cool, bracing and salubrious climate. The sportsman goes there with his rod and gun, longing for a chance to exert his skill, dreaming of long strings of fish abstracted from the waters of these numerous lakes, or of successfully shooting the wild bear or the timid deer. But whoever moves over these placid waters cannot help admiring the rural beauty of those lofty hills surrounding the lakes which are wooded to their very tops, covered with the most beautiful and luxuriant foliage and which gradually slope in a dense mass down to the water's edge.
In this communication I confine myself to a mere outline of the vegetation with the few remarks I wish to make. The evergreens by far outnumber the deciduous trees, and the giant size of the former in some instances is very striking. Here we are told are over ten thousand square miles of wood and water, which would take along time to inspect thoroughly. I stopped the most of my time on the Forked and Raquette lakes, principally the latter, which are centrally located in the great forest, and I took occasion to visit the outlines from nearly every point of the compass. The Raquette is said to be over 100 miles in circuit.
There is an apparent sameness in the trees and vegetation generally, yet there are localities where one sort gains the ascendancy over others, but not to their exclusion altogether. I took notes of all the species I met, and at some other time may-furnish them. The lack of tall creepers and thorny plants is a striking feature of this place another is, the prevalence of red berries or fruit over other kinds. Red forms a pleasing contrast with green, and Nature, seemingly aware of this, will not allow many shrubs or plants here that do not bear red fruit or berries.
This seems the home of the red raspberry (Ru-bus), but I could not determine the species; they grow very fine in this old wood soil. [R. strigosus - Ed.] The wild cherry (Cerasus) as a shrub has none but red, and the Elder (Sambu-cus) is loaded with a profusion of red berries. The dwarf Cornell that a short time before covered the ground with its white blossoms, now adorns the surface with its beautiful clusters of red "bunch berries." The beautiful Viburnum lantanoides, everywhere present, shows its fruit in August in large bunches or clusters of red berries. The Creeping Arum (Calla palustris), common in low grounds, is covered, when its white lilies decay, with beautiful bunches of red berries. The tall Smilacina (False Solomon's Seal) exhibits at every turn very large bunches of red berries; the Wake Robin (Trillium), shows a very large red berry or seed-pod; the Prinos or Winter-berry, the Shad-bush (Amalanchier), and many others exhibit their beautiful red fruit in great profusion. The wild plum is also red. Three species of Aralia grow here, and the Nudicaulis or Sarsapa-srilla in great abundance. The Coptis, or Golden Thread, so much used in medicine, is very plenty.
Many other medicinal plants and herbs are plenty.
The ground is covered in most places at all seasons with most beautiful winter-greens and herbaceous creepers. Amongst the former Pyrola, Chimaphilaand Gaultheria predominate. Amongst the latter Chiogenes, or Creeping Snowberry, grows everywhere on mossy banks; also the Mitchella (Partridge berry), and Linnaea borealis, the last of which ever reminds us of that great man, Carl Von Linnaeus, who has done so much for botanical science. The Cypripediums and four species of club moss, with two Selaginellas, are very common. The American Pitcher Plant, Hunter's Cup, or Side-saddle flower (Sarracenia), grows in the swamps. The Indian pipe (Mono-tropa) often peeps out, as it were, to greet the parser by. I found no land in a state of nature without its due amount of vegetation. The deepest swamps are everywhere covered with a species of Andromeda (here called Sage-brush). The large beds of Uvularia perfoliata (yellow Bell-woit), so like beds of Lily of the Valley in appearance, are very interesting, and I do not see why they are not generally cultivated, and they are well adapted to grow in the shade.
The beautiful Orchis, Habenaria orbiculata, is often met with, and I have thought what a pity it is that a collection of these native plants and flowers, with thousands of others that might be collected throughout the country, are not brought and sown and planted in Central Park, New York, where the teacher of botany might bring his pupils at different times and show them the living specimens, and where others interested might also learn.
Would not this prepare the way for many of our farmers to go into raising medicinal plants, now so much called for, and which have to be imported from foreign countries, and moreover are now very strongly recommended to their notice by our present Commissioner of Agriculture? Some may object and say the soil is not suitable. It is not, for many sorts, it is true, but it is easy to make a similar soil that will answer every purpose by hauling a few sloop loads of peaty soil from the Jersey flats between New York and Newark, and when found too heavy by adding a little sand. I am convinced that not only the plants of the Adirondacks but thousands of others that can be easily procured may be grown in Central Park, New York, and I would respectfully suggest a similar establishment in all the large cities of our central States. Chambersburg, near Trenton, N. F.
 
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