The genuine apple-eater comforts himself with an apple in their season as 

 others with a pipe or cigar. When he has nothing else to do, or is bored, 

 he eats an apple. While he is waiting for the train he eats an apple, 

 sometimes several of them. When he takes a walk he arms himself with 

 apples. His travelling bag is full of apples. He offers an apple to his 

 companion and takes one himself. They are his chief solace when on the 

 road. He sows their seed all along the route. He tosses the core from 

 the car window, and from the top of the stage-coach. He would in time, 

 make the land one vast orchard. He dispenses with a knife, hej prefers 

 that his teeth shall have the first taste. Then he knows the best 

 flavor is immediately beneath the skin, and that in a pared apple this is 

 lost. If you will stew the apple, he says, instead of baking it, by all 

 means leave the skin on. It improves the color and vastly heightens the 

 flavor of the dish. JOHN BURROUGHS. 



