Truly, a peck of provender, I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay. Good hay, sweet h...ay hath no fellow.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I have tasted but little bread in my life. It has been mere grub and provender for the most part. Of bread that nourished the brai...n and the heart, scarcely any. There is absolutely none on the tables even of the rich.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Sometimes, having had a surfeit of human society and gossip, and worn out all my village friends, I rambled still farther westward... than I habitually dwell, into yet more unfrequented parts of the town, "to fresh woods and pastures new," or, while the sun was setting, made my supper of huckleberries and blueberries on Fair Haven Hill, and laid up a store for several days. The fruits do not yield their true flavor to the purchaser of them, nor to him who raises them for the market. There is but one way to obtain it, yet few take that way.... It is a vulgar error to suppose that you have tasted huckleberries who never plucked them. A huckleberry never reaches Boston; they have not been known there since they grew on her three hills. The ambrosial and essential part of the fruit is lost with the bloom which is rubbed off in the market cart, and they become mere provender. As long as Eternal Justice reigns, not one innocent huckleberry can be transported thither from the country's hills.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »