About the latter part of April, 1878, one of a firm of importers came here from California with several thousand trees of different varieties, which he planted out with the view of working up a large trade for the foreign Persimmon, with this as his headquarters. The trees nearly all grew, and considering the lateness of the season and their long journey, did I thought very well. The winter of 1878-79 was very severe, snow falling to the depth of eight to ten inches on unfrozen ground, followed by the mercury going to about 18° below zero, and large numbers of peach trees were killed. The Persimmon came out last spring, not only dead to the ground but dry as tinder. Last spring they sprouted from the roots and made a growth from two to five feet, were not cultivated at all, and now are as dead as a year ago; not only dead, but the bodies have all the sap dried out and are like dry sticks. This winter has been very open, though one cold snap about Christmas accompanied by a very cold northwest wind sent the mercury to 18° below zero.

The party on whose land they are growing says he noticed that the heavy frosts in the fall killed the ends of the limbs. I would also state that native seedling Persimmons that I have growing, have been badly top-killed both of these last two winters, though the Persimmon is a native of this country.