The early birds greeted us with a chorus of song, seeming to wish us luck as we made good speed down the lake, passing Owl's-Head Mountain on the left, Sabattis on the right, and farther down blueberry, Kempshall and Buck mountains, while Santanoni and Seward loomed up in the distance.
"Lost Pond"
Henry Abbott
Lieutenant O'Malley had devoured only one blueberry pie.
"A Yankee Flier in Italy"
Rutherford G. Montgomery
My idea is to serve the blueberry on its native stem at this picnic.
"April Hopes"
William Dean Howells Last Updated: February 27, 2009