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a measure or two. After all, go where you 

 will, you will hear few voices that wear better 

 than his, — clear, smooth, most agreeably 

 modulated, and temperately sweet. 



The only trees I remember at the very 

 top of the mountain were a few dwarfed and 

 distorted pines and white oaks, — enough to 

 remind a Yankee that he was not in New 

 Hampshire. On the other hand, here grew 

 our Massachusetts huckleberry (^Gaylus- 

 sacia resinosa)^ which I had seen nowhere 

 below, where a great abundance of the buck- 

 berry — so I think I heard it called ( G. 

 ursiiia)^ — taller bushes, more comfortable 

 to pick from, with larger blossoms — seemed 

 to have taken its place. I should have been 

 glad to try the fruit, which was described as 

 of excellent quality. On that point, with 

 no thought of boasting, I could have spoken 

 as an expert. With the huckleberry was 

 chokeberry, another New England acquaint- 

 ance, fair to look upon, but a hypocrite, — 

 " by their fruits ye shall know them ; " and 

 underneath, among the stones, were common 

 yellow five-fingers, bird-foot violets, and 

 leaves of trailing arbutus, three-toothed 

 potentilla (a true mountain-lover), checker- 



