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Updated: June 23, 2025
I never saw a richer bog and meadow growth anywhere. We met all the berry-pickers at the lake, excepting only a small girl and the camp-keeper. In their bright colors they made a lively picture among the quivering bushes, keeping up a low pleasant chanting as if the day and the place and the berries were according to their own hearts.
All the young berry-pickers were unusually active, and poured berries into the kitchen door of the inn.
Her two small brown hands held in a tight grasp the hand of old Sandy's granddaughter, her cheeks were crimson, and her big eyes were blazing with an expression of mingled wrath and fear. "Whose youngsters?" he asked, nodding towards them. "They don't all belong here, do they?" Mr. Coulson turned, and for the first time noticed the berry-pickers. "Hello!
The only berry-pickers that came to these high slopes of Bald Mountain were the wild kindreds, furred and feathered. Of them all, none were more enthusiastic and assiduous than the bears; and just now, climbing up eagerly from the darkening woods below, came an old she-bear with two half-grown cubs.
Coulson was putting confidence in her. They had a secret between them, he and she. She said good-by to him at the place where the path to Wully Johnstone's branched off, and away she ran after the boys, dancing with joy. When the weary and hungry berry-pickers reached home they had an exciting tale to tell and many questions to ask.
It was here annually that we used to come in large picnic parties, to collect this valuable fruit for our winter preserves, in defiance of black-flies, mosquitoes, snakes, and even bears; all which have been encountered by berry-pickers upon this spot, as busy and as active as themselves, gathering an ample repast from Nature's bounteous lap.
All the young berry-pickers were unusually active, and poured berries into the kitchen door of the inn.
It came in full-toned volume across the fields, the high soaring of women's voices blended with the deeper harmony of men. "What's that?" said the Squire testily, looking in the direction of the strawberry beds, from whence the singing came. "It's only the berry-pickers, father," said David, coming through the field gate and going over to the well for a drink.
Huntley's office on Monday, and I'll do my best for you. Don't worry." When the farewells had been said, and Elizabeth had comforted Eppie in parting, the berry-pickers found to their joy that Mr. Coulson was to accompany them for a short distance, on his way to Wully Johnstone's. They had many eager questions to ask him. What were those men doing? the boys demanded.
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