Still, of course, mistakes do occur.
One afternoon in the course of a climb we emerged upon a plateau, where we lingered perhaps too long, eating more fruit than may have been good for us; it was so plentiful around us, so varied.

We commenced with a few late strawberries, and from those we passed to raspberries.

Then Harris found a greengage-tree with some early fruit upon it, just perfect.
"This is about the best thing we have struck," said George; "we had better make the most of this." Which was good advice, on the face of it.
"It is a pity," said Harris, "that the pears are still so hard." He grieved about this for a while, but later on came across some remarkably fine yellow plums and these consoled him somewhat.
"I suppose we are still a bit too far north for pineapples," said George.
"I feel I could just enjoy a fresh pineapple.

This commonplace fruit palls upon one after a while." "Too much bush fruit and not enough tree, is the fault I find," said Harris.

"Myself, I should have liked a few more greengages." "Here is a man coming up the hill," I observed, "who looks like a native.
Maybe, he will know where we can find some more greengages." "He walks well for an old chap," remarked Harris.
He certainly was climbing the hill at a remarkable pace.