A QUEST OF FALL BERRIES 



YESTERDAY I went berrying not for any 

 gratification of the palate or replenishment 

 of the larder, for the time is late October, 

 and the common edible berries are gone by. 

 I went to gather a bunch of autumn bloom ; 

 for the wild berries are the flowers of the 

 fall, many of them as brilliant in color and 

 beautiful in arrangement as the spring and 

 summer blossoms whose children they are. 

 In October and early November the autumn 

 woods and swamps and clearings are bright 

 with patches of color, more conspicuous 

 often than the clusters of flowers which 

 caught the eye so pleasantly in May and 

 June. You can hardly enter the woods or 

 brush-grown clearings anywhere without 

 being enticed on every hand by the sparkle 

 of berries, red, yellow, purple, ivory-white, 

 blue, black, brown, and orange. The reds 

 predominate, and OR all sides you see their 

 elfin bonfires burning, some low down and 

 half hidden, others like beacons blazing high 

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