They were invisible till they hopped. Boys gathering
walnuts. Passed an orchard, where two men were gathering the apples. A
wagon, with barrels, stood among the trees; the men's coats flung on the
fence; the apples lay in heaps, and each of the men was up in a separate
tree. They conversed together in loud voices, which the air caused to
ring still louder, jeering each other, boasting of their own feats in
shaking down the apples. One got into the very top of his tree, and gave
a long and mighty shake, and the big apples came down thump, thump,
bushels hitting on the ground at once. "There! did you ever hear
anything like that?" cried he. This sunny scene was pretty. A horse
feeding apart, belonging to the wagon. The barberry-bushes have some red
fruit on them, but they are frost-bitten. The rose-bushes have their
scarlet hips.
Distant clumps of trees, now that the variegated foliage adorns them,
have a pbantasmagorian, an apparition-like appearance. They seem to be
of some kindred to the crimson and gold cloud-islands. It would not be
strange to see phantoms peeping forth from their recesses.
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