. American cookery . d the turn of the straightDrift Road lie the huckleberry hills. Irepeat it — lie the huckleberry hills. 11 12 AMERICAN COOKERY Sweet fern, lichened rocks, featherygrasses, holding copious drenchings, andthe high outlook away to the ocean —when the fog rises. Your shoes sloshat every step. When you straighten up,your back aches. You wipe your hotface and turn it to the breeze that iscoming from the sea. Now you catchthe white of the Point Judith light, andthe weary voice of the fog horn. Later,comes the roll of wagon wheels, and thebeat of horses feet on the road m
. American cookery . d the turn of the straightDrift Road lie the huckleberry hills. Irepeat it — lie the huckleberry hills. 11 12 AMERICAN COOKERY Sweet fern, lichened rocks, featherygrasses, holding copious drenchings, andthe high outlook away to the ocean —when the fog rises. Your shoes sloshat every step. When you straighten up,your back aches. You wipe your hotface and turn it to the breeze that iscoming from the sea. Now you catchthe white of the Point Judith light, andthe weary voice of the fog horn. Later,comes the roll of wagon wheels, and thebeat of horses feet on the road must be all of ten oclock. Thebuckboards are going to the village afterhotel guests. We have just an hour,then, in which to reach home and get tothe beach with the others. Welcomesignal buckboard wheels! The white Drift Road dust settles onyour wet shoes. Pails drag at muscle-strained arms. Lips and teeth bearevidence of your employment. Facesare perspiring. Most likely you willmeet friends comfortably and cleanly. DO YOU KNOW THE WAY? riding out for the day. It would notrequire Tony Weller to set forth thebeauty of an alibi. Eight summers the Matunuck hillsmade themselves known to us by theirfruits. And the berries subtracted fromtheir bushes added to our Christmaspocket money. But red buds show on the voices are twittering in the Park has turned green. Thewalks are full of baby wagons and thebenches full of nurses. You must watchsharp or a kiddy-car will run you the private schools have alldisbanded these spring afternoons andthe pupils are taking outdoor exercises. Days grow warmer and lighter. Comesthe middle of June. The high buildingsand the soft concrete walks hold in anextraordinary amount of heat. Oh, toexchange these closely-built miles, barrenof trees and grass, foi houseless rollinghills, wooded and green. About thistime a friend in the Berkshires writesshe has been wild strawberrying. Someone else wild strawberrying while
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