APPLE ORCHARD IN FULL FRUIT 119 
with it and caressing it? Its life-time had been 
sweet and spent in God’s out-doors amid the 
patter of the rain and rustle of its leaves in 
the coming and the going of the winds and the 
callings of the dawns and the gentle intrusions 
of the dark. O happy summer and happy holi- 
day which was to end in making many little 
children happy and contented when they went 
to bed to sleep with a red apple in their hands. 
Happy day and happy apple day for the apple 
orchard in full fruit. 
I heard the apple pickers on the road and I 
heard the wagons rumbling coming to take the 
apples in goodly barrels and baskets to be sent 
rapid transit to the cities far away, and I thought 
how happy the apple orchard was in blooming 
and growing and ripening and being picked and 
finally coming to the helping of the human race 
whose servants they are and whose glad servants 
they love to be. I went out among the apple 
trees among the pickers, where I was an apple 
picker, and the lord of this apple vineyard took 
me to the packing house where the moving belt 
brought every apple into judgment. It was 
Judgment Day for the apples. They could not 
evade. Every basket came from the pickers’ 
hands and was tumbled topsy turvy on the 
running belt to find compulsory way each 
apple to its own place and under no mandate 
of man but solely by their own selves were they 
judged, the little, the large, the largest going 
