... read or sing in little arbour, or stroll away through green fields and shadowy woods, to pluck wi'd flowers or gather blackberries and hazel nuts. Those were indeed joyous hours of sunshine, for, besides boing lovely, and no one could have seen her dark ...

... William Crane, clicker, Dyers-end, from the fact of his child, boy of seven years old, not returning the evening from blackberrying. As the evening faded into night the neighbours began to be alarmed, and several of them went with the father into the ...

... conflicting claims must always be heavy enough to drive any committee to the borders of despair. Good candidates not grow like blackberries on every hedge. They are not to be picked up by every wayside. Every allowance is to be made for the difficulties of choosing ...