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pounds of great, fat blackberries and 
an armful of sweet peas in a cramped 
stuffy Pullman caused my heart to re 
sound in the minor chords. We rallied 
again and again to demolish the fruit 
as we voyaged, and sat with one foot 
on top of the other to avoid crushing 
the lovely pea blossoms as we fidgeted 
about, but the results of our efforts, 
messy fruit in hopeless abundance and 
withering leaves in dreary profusion, 
were discouraging. 
When the noon hour came, Nimrod 
carried the fruit basket into the diner 
and set it down on the table. The 
waiter eyed us askance. “It’s a dol- 
lar each for dinner, sah.” It was clear 
we were emigrants. We paid the wait- 
ers demand and then from soup to 
coffee ate blackberries — blackberries 
until we were black in the mouth and 
