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Wild Apples by Henry David Thoreau
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right height, I think.

In spite of wandering kine and other adverse circumstance, that
despised shrub, valued only by small birds as a covert and shelter
from hawks, has its blossom-week at last, and in course of time its
harvest, sincere, though small.

By the end of some October, when its leaves have fallen, I
frequently see such a central sprig, whose progress I have watched,
when I thought it had forgotten its destiny, as I had, bearing its
first crop of small green or yellow or rosy fruit, which the cows
cannot get at over the bushy and thorny hedge which surrounds it;
and I make haste to taste the new and undescribed variety. We have
all heard of the numerous varieties of fruit invented by Van Mons
[Footnote: A Belgian chemist and horticulturist.] and Knight.
[Footnote: An English vegetable physiologist.] This is the system of
Van Cow, and she has invented far more and more memorable varieties
than both of them.

Through what hardships it may attain to bear a sweet fruit! Though
somewhat small, it may prove equal, if not superior, in flavor to
that which has grown in a garden,--will perchance be all the sweeter
and more palatable for the very difficulties it has had to contend
with. Who knows but this chance wild fruit, planted by a cow or a
bird on some remote and rocky hillside, where it is as yet
unobserved by man, may be the choicest of all its kind, and foreign
potentates shall hear of it, and royal societies seek to propagate
it, though the virtues of the perhaps truly crabbed owner of the
soil may never be heard of,--at least, beyond the limits of his
village? It was thus the Porter and the Baldwin grew.
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