Everybody had baskets, and now the fun was to hold the baskets under and fill them from the overhanging bunches as fast as they could; though in the case of one or two of the party the more summary way of carrying the bushes off bodily seemed to be preferred.
"And this is huckle-berry," said Mr.Herder, with a bush in his hand and a berry in his mouth.

"Well -- it is sweet -- a little; -- it is not goot for much." "Why Mr.Herder!" said Rose; -- "They make excellent pies, and Mrs.Landholm has promised to make us some, if we get enough." "Pies!" said the naturalist, -- "let us get a great many huckleberry then -- but I am very sorry I shall not be here to eat the pies wiz you.

Pull us a little, Wint'rop -- we have picked everything.

Stop! -- I see, -- I will get you some pies! -- " He jumped from the boat and away he went up the bank, through a thick growth of young wood and undergrowth of alder and dogwood and buckthorn and maple and huckleberry bushes.

He scrambled on up hill, and in a little while came down again with a load of fruity branches, which he threw into the boat.
While the others were gathering them up, he stood still near the edge of the water, looking abroad over the scene.