Down North and Up Along 
be but one small basket containing the week's 
gleanings from the home-patch. 
Eggs were so plenty that we were in danger 
of literally " walking on eggs," and we picked 
our way in fear and trembling. Baskets con- 
taining little deep-red, upland cranberries or 
dark blue huckleberries gaily called our atten- 
tion from the all-absorbing eggs, and one little 
old grandmother had come with two or three 
pints of belated red raspberries. 
Near by a woman had a plucked fowl and 
a handful of parsley. 
A boy sat listlessly beside a pail of snails, 
unconscious that they were seizing the oppor- 
tunity to crawl over the sides of their prison 
and away from culinary distinction, down the 
crowded sidewalk in a vain search for the sea. 
A man near by had a leg of lamb in his 
basket, and another had three large eels that 
acted as if they would like to follow the ex- 
ample set by the snails, but their keeper was 
alert and their hopes defeated by circumstances 
over which they had no control. 
One corner was bright with the flower- 
venders, who presented large trays of migno- 
nette, sweet peas, and many old-fashioned 
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