And so you contemplate vines and oranges among the warm California
angels. I wish you would all go a-granging among oranges and bananas
and all such blazing, red-hot fruits, for you are a species of Hindoo
sun fruit yourself.
For me, I like better the huckleberries of cool glacial bogs and acid
currants and benevolent, rosy, beaming apples and common Indian-summer
pumpkins.