In October I  a-graping to the river meadows, and loaded

    myself ers more precious for ty and fragrance

    too, I admired, t gathe

    cranberries, small s of the meadow grass, pearly

    and red, whe

    smoothe bushel

    and to Boston and

    Neined to be jammed, to satisfy tastes of lovers of

    Nature tcongues of bison out of the

    prairie grass, regardless of torn and drooping plant.  the

    barberrys brilliant fruit

    I collected a small store of wild apples for coddling, whe

    proprietor and travellers nuts were ripe

    I laid up er.  It ing at t

    season to roam tnut hey

    noh a bag on my

    sick to open burs

    al for t, amid tling of leaves and the loud

    reproofs of ts

    I sometimes stole, for ted o

    contain sound ones.  Occasionally I climbed and srees.

    tree, w

    overs, he

    most of its

    fruit; t coming in flocks early in the morning and picking

    ts out of these

    trees to ted tant woods composed wholly of

    cnut.  ts, as far as t, itute

    for bread.  Many otitutes might, perhaps, be found.

    Digging one day for fis (Apios

    tuberosa) on its string, tato of t of

    fabulous fruit,  if I had ever dug and

    eaten in cold, and  dreamed it.  I had

    often since seen its crumpled red velvety blossom supported by the

    stems of ots  kno to be the same.

    Cultivation erminated it.  It isaste,

    muc o