bullace

They went on again and found a wild bullace.

Yonder a load of great russets; near by heavy pears bending the strong branches; round black damsons; luscious egg-plums hanging their yellow ovals overhead; bullace, not yet ripe, but presently sweetly piquant.

Few people nowadays know what is a “bullace.”

So you may conceive how deeply the poor old man thought of these gages, beside which his little orchard of damsons and bullaces was of small account.

There they also found grapes so prodigiously large, that they seemed more like bullace than grapes.