higher price.

In spite, however, of all that is said and written annually against
the Wilson, it still maintains its supremacy as the market berry.
Those who reside near the city and can make, to some extent, special
arrangements with enlightened customers, find other varieties more
profitable, even though the yield from them is less and some are lost
from lack of keeping qualities. But those who send from a considerable
distance, and must take their chances in the general market, persist
in raising the "sour, crude berry," which is red before it is ripe,
and hard enough to stand the rough usage which it is almost certain to
receive from the hands through which it passes. I do not expect to see
the day when the Wilson, or some berry like it, is not the staple
supply of the market; although I hope and think it will be improved
upon. But let it be understood generally that they are "Wilsons,"--the
cheap vin ordinaire of strawberries. Cities will ever be flooded with
varieties that anybody can grow under almost any kind of culture; and
no doubt it is better that there should be an abundance of such fruit
rather than none at all. But a delicately organized man, like Mr.
Bryant, cannot eat them; and those who have enjoyed the genuine
strawberries of the garden will not. The number of people, however,
with the digestion of an ostrich, is enormous, and in multitudes of
homes Wilsons, even when half-ripe, musty, and stale, are devoured
with unalloyed delight, under the illusion that they are strawberries.

If genuine strawberries are wanted, the purchaser must demand them,
pay for them, and refuse "sour, crude berries." The remedy is solely
in the hands of the consumers.

If people would pay no more for Seckel than for Choke pears, Choke