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and Ulysses was on his way back to Ithaca. More apples, 

 you see! .-^\ \ // / i/..,».--V ^ 



So whether an apple is red and luscious or filled with smoke 

 and ashes Hke the Dead Sea fruit described by Josephus, 

 it is always a type. In the times of our forebears and their' 

 sires' sires, the peach got its name, which really means only 

 "Persian apple"; the orange to Xenophon was a Medic 

 apple and the apricot an Armenian apple, just as the little 

 red tomato was more recently a love-apple and the potato 

 is to this day an apple-of -earth. And all because a little 

 town near Rome's seven eternal hills once abounded in 

 fruits and bore for itself the name of Abella. So fruit has 

 been "abella" ever since, same as you are Smith and I am >^ 

 Jones. 



A magnificent, restful, dignified forest offers its inviting 

 shade beyond the orchard. Let us look it over for more tree- 

 flowers. One of the very tallest of all these monarchs fronts 

 us, covered with dainty cup-shaped blossoms, green and 

 yellow and soft pinky-brown. Never a tulip in your border 

 had form or colour more exquisite than my tulip tree, and 

 never a tulip bloomed more generously. Do you never think 

 of it when you handle your wooden ware or send a particu- 

 larly staunch crate to the cellar? Crate and flower and 

 wooden spoon may all have come directly from the brother 

 of our imposing friend. Now not far away stands another 

 giant. This time it is a horse-chestnut in all the glory of its 

 blooming, waving tufts of blossoms at us any one of which is 



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