It was the creeping snowberry, which was quite common there, its berries just grown.
"Canoeing in the wilderness"
Henry David Thoreau
You hear a song in the village street, and pass along unmoved; but stand in the silence of the forest, with your feet in a bed of creeping snowberry and oxalis, and the same song goes to your very soul.
"Birds in the Bush"
Bradford Torrey
This is snowberry, and if you eat of it, you will grow wise in the wisdom of flowers.
"The Blue Flower, and Others"
Henry van Dyke