09-the ponds

The PondsSometimes, having had a surfeit of human society and gossip, andworn out all my village friends, I rambled still farther westwardthan I habitually dwell, into yet more unfrequented parts of thetown, "to fresh woods and pastures new," or, while the sun wassetting, made my supper of huckleberries and blueberries on FairHaven Hill, and laid up a store for several days. The fruits do notyield their true flavor to the purchaser of them, nor to him whoraises them for the market. There is but one way to obtain it, yetfew take that way. If you would know the flavor of huckleberries,ask the cowboy or the partridge. It is a vulgar error to suppose...

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