Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1908-07-10
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ssThere's foul hundred million blue
berries on the mountain side just back
of the wilder Lanes place. They
never were ripe so early before, and
there never were so many of EN-
They're worth IL cents a quart in New
York city. | guess the widder's too
feeble to pick any for market this sea
SOL. What do ye say?" Mr.. Arnold
suggested.
"That would just be funr' cried Nan
ny, overjoyed.
The other girls thought so too. 1t
was unanimously agreed that the pros
pect of going off ten miles into a
strange neighborhood was in itself
most alluring and that it would be a
pleasure to repay the widow threefold,
If possible, for the loss they had I'M
Willingly caused her. 1t was a ques-
ton whether it would be equally pleas
ant for the young hay harvesters, but,
as the boys professed to regard lightly
the hardships in store for them. that
objection was quickly overruled.
Accordingly at 3 o'clock the next
morning a great wagon lined with
straw took up its load of eight Tysons,
one Lea and five Elliots-children from
an adjoining farm who had begged to
join the party. They reached Farmer
Arnold's place soon after 5 o'clock.
All wished to visit the scene of the
confiagration first of all. The frag-
ment of the balloon mentioned by Mr..
Arnold still chung to a thorn bush.
Nanny glanced at it casually. Then
she gave a slight exclamation of sur
prise, for through n of the white
cores of tissue paper she saw writing
in lead pencil. One corner of the paper
was turned forward, showing plainly
four words, This balloon came
down.
Eagerly she pulled the paper from
the clinging thorns, turned it and read
aloud:
This balloon came down on the Brom-
ley farm at 1922 p. M, July 4, and was
again sent up by John Blair. assisted by
There followed a list of t%wenty-four
names of girls, boys, young men ana
others who appeared to be their eld-
ers.
"This is interesting" said Thad,
scanning the list. A humorous smile
overspread his countenance. II haven't
the slightest idea who all these people
are, but how would it do for US folks
to go home and let Mr.. Arnold send
over to the Bromley farm for his har-
vesters and berry %pickers2 / don't see
that this affair concerns us particu-
larly."
The
storm of indignant protest, the smaller
Tysons in particular raising such an
cutlery of remonstFance that the chick
ems pecking and scratching in an old
henhouse zeal by ran distractedly n
noisily in all directions.
"Tll tell you what We'll do" said
Mr.. Arnold, who had come out from
the house to invite the party to break
fast and who was told what had been
discovered, well drive over to Brom-
ley's, state the case an get them to
ioin In with us. Those folks are Brom-
ley's summer boarders. l guess we
can give them all a job. The wilder
won't mind If they clean out the blue
berry patch"
This proposition vas received with
enthusiasm.
The Bromley house stood at the foot
Of the mountains. When the wagon
drove up, the guests, having apparent
ly just breakfasted, were seated on
the veranda or swinging in hammocks.
It was decided that Thad should act
as spokesman for the visitors.
Great was the establishment and con-
sternation of the audience as Thad