The Breckenridge news. (Cloverport, Ky.) 1876-1955, 1908-07-15
A HuckIeberry Hunt.

wonder how many Breckenridge
County people have ever seen or eaten
huckleberries, much less gone to gather
them2 Here is one at least who never
did until this spring since coming TO
the mountains. 1t was such an inter
esting trip to me and the berries are so
good that am going to risk your not
being interested and tell you about 1t if
the editor will permit.
There were only four ladies in our
crowd, two married and two who were
still enjoying single blessedness. One
of the married ladies very kindly under
took to come around and wake us all
early, as we wanted to eat our break
fast on the way and get to the berry
patch before the sun was too warm.
She was as good as her word and it
seemed we had scarcely gotten to sleep
when we heard her calling and we left
town just as the clock in the Courthouse
was striking five, were about two miles
on our road before the sun drove away
the mist. We wore sun-bonnets or old
hats and old clothes and looked like
what they call up here, Checkers"
which means someone who lives way up
the creek and looks-well, pretty coun-
trifed. A short distance from town we
found some cows patiently waiting to
be MIXED and borrowed a quart of milk
from the gentlest COW without much
trouble. 1t came in fine with our
breakfast few minutes later. We had
been told that the snakes were very bad
and were so afraid of them that we took
along bottle of moonshine. And one
lady is president of the w. c. T. U.
Society here tool However, we were
lucky regarding snakes, as not one APP
peared to dispute our way and the
moonshine was not touched, being the
only eatable ~ that escaped at
dinner.
We went up Troublesome" Creek,
which was named by Daniel Boone,
until we reached "Possum TrOt", a
small branch of Troublesome. After
going up Postum Trot a few miles we
struck off up the mountain and after
some climbing came to the woods and
began to find the berries at once They
bare politically every seven years they
say and this seems to be the seventh
year. The berries are small black or
blue berries, about the size of peas and
are very good indeed, but it takes a
large number to make a gallon as we
realized when we got down to business.
A little after eleven we began search
ing for our dinner pals which we had
left on top of the ridge and after locat-
ing them did full justice to first rate
dinner.
About this time we became aware of
the fact that we had accumulated other
things beside berries, that is, chiggers,
with which l presume most of you are
familiar. l have known them all my
life, more or less intimately, but never
saw them in such boundless profusion.
We persevered, though, until we had
gotten all the berries on the hill that
seemed to be ripe, and then, somewhat
weary, started for home. When we
got back down the hill to the branch
we rested and cooled off and then went
wading, which relieved us of few OF
the surplus chiggers. Enough remain
ed to make life miserable several days,
however. At the mouth of possum Trot
we were met by one of the ladies hus-
bands with a hack and was quite will
ing to ride in to town, getting in just
about eight. We certainly had a good
time and hope to try it again next year.
Can't some of you come up and go with
us2
With best regards to the readers OF
the News,
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