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in the midst of his discourse, pulled out two boun 

 cing apples with it that went rolling across the pul 

 pit floor and down the pulpit stairs. These apples 

 were, no doubt, to be eaten after the sermon, on his 

 way home, or to his next appointment. They would 

 take the taste of it out of his mouth. Then, would 

 a minister be apt to grow tiresome with two big 

 apples in his coat-tail pockets? Would he not nat 

 urally hasten along to "lastly" and the big apples? 

 If they were the dominie apples, and it was April 

 or May, he certainly would. 



How the early settlers prized the apple ! When 

 their trees broke down or were split asunder by the 

 storms, the neighbors turned out, the divided tree 

 was put together again and fastened with iron bolts. 

 In some of the oldest orchards one may still occa 

 sionally see a large dilapidated tree with the rusty 

 iron bolt yet visible. Poor, sour fruit, too, but 

 sweet in those early pioneer days. My grandfa 

 ther, who was one of these heroes of the stump, used 

 every fall to make a journey of forty miles for a few 

 apples, which he brought home in a bag on horse 

 back. He frequently started from home by two or 

 three o'clock in the morning, and at one time both 

 himself and his horse were much frightened by the 

 screaming of panthers in a narrow pass in the moun 

 tains through which the road led. 



Emerson, I believe, has spoken of the apple as 

 the social fruit of New England. Indeed, what a 

 promoter or abettor of social intercourse among our 

 rural population the apple has been, the company 



