This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1846 Excerpt:...by an unlucky sand-bank, or rushy mound, and not unfrequently the pleasure-seekers have been obliged to endure hours of durance vile, until their own efforts united to that of the tide has borne them on their way. The fruitful parish of BeerFerris is situated on the Devonshire side of the beach commanded by Pentillie castle. The shore is diversified by bold heights, broken by little valleys, which run in the direction of the river. Here are grown in abundance those delicious small black cherries, which are carried to the Plymouth and Tavistock markets, and thence dispersed over various parts of the country. A pleasant excursion it is to visit the parish of Beer, cherry eating in the proper season. The rich clusters of fruit almost drop into your mouth as you drive along the road in the neighborhood of the orchards. These orchards are generally let out to " regrators," or fruit-sellers, who take posession of the trees for a season. I have known a gentleman let out an avenue of trees for the comparatively enormous sum of ninety pounds. Some farmers prefer having fruit-pickers, who perform all the labor, and besides their meals, have so much a day. Last summer we encountered a party of these rural laborers, who were enjoying a plentiful repast, in what might truly be termed a " Devonshire paradise." They were seated beneath some plum trees, which hung down with their rich purple bloom. Whole acres of ground around were filled with various fruits; gooseberries, currants, raspberries, cherries, pears, apples, and damson plums seemed to vie with each other in their temptations to the stranger's palate. Certainly "Eve's kale-yard", of which Robert Burns so happily speaks, could not have presented greater luxuries than this extensive g...