James Howard (agriculturalist) - Life

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Howard was one of the sons of John Howard, of Cauldwell House, Bedford, and was educated at Bedford Modern School.

With his brother Frederick (later Sir Frederick Howard, a Deputy Lieutenant of Bedfordshire) he founded J. and F. Howard Ironfounders, a company which made agricultural machinery at the Britannia Works in Bedford.

In 1862, Howard bought a large part of the Clapham, Bedfordshire, estates of Bertram Ashburnham, 4th Earl of Ashburnham, and established a model farm there, farming his land under new scientific methods.

In 1872, he built Clapham Park, a new Victorian country house in an Elizabethan style standing on high ground to the south of Clapham Wood.

In 1885, Howard was one of the two vice-presidents of the National Pig Breeders' Association, which had been founded in 1884 and which would later become the British Pig Breeders Association. He wrote in 1881 that over twenty years he had bred thousands of pigs, trying the Large, Middle, and Small Whites and the Berkshires, and had crossed the Whites with the Berkshire. For rapid growth and profitability his preferred breed was the Large White, but he was "far from decrying the Berkshires".

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