St Nicholas [serial] . un. Washington was five years old when thegreen tuft came through the mold, and whenhe died the pine-tree which grew up from itmust have been half a hundred feet high, a fineand sturdy trunk, straight as an arrow, andshowing green and beautiful in its palm-likefronds a-wave in the sunshine. When the cen-tury was only three years old, it changed its al-legiance from the lilies of France to the eagle est sounds — the clear notes of the winter-time birds; the strange, sad soughing of thewind in the pine-tops—a sound unlike any otherone, I think, to be heard in nature; the h
St Nicholas [serial] . un. Washington was five years old when thegreen tuft came through the mold, and whenhe died the pine-tree which grew up from itmust have been half a hundred feet high, a fineand sturdy trunk, straight as an arrow, andshowing green and beautiful in its palm-likefronds a-wave in the sunshine. When the cen-tury was only three years old, it changed its al-legiance from the lilies of France to the eagle est sounds — the clear notes of the winter-time birds; the strange, sad soughing of thewind in the pine-tops—a sound unlike any otherone, I think, to be heard in nature; the hissingof steam from the throat of the engine awayover on the logging-railway where the train wasbeing loaded with logs to be drawn down to theriver-landing; the sharp chatter of a squirrel; themusic of men singing in the distance; the sonor-ous reverberation of the falling pines. Now andthen, for an instant, all the noises seemed tostop suddenly, and one could almost hear onesheart beat, so profoundly still it SCENE IN A LOGGING CAMP. of America, and since that time it steadily grew,adding each year a circle of fiber to its gradu-ally enlarging trunk. One winters day a cen-tury and sixty years from the time the blackseed sank into the mold, I stood in the deepsnow in the vast Northern forest, with the frostsparkling in the air, and the sun trying in vainto force its way through the cordon of cloudsthat had formed defiantly about the world. Atlast the sun conquered, drove back the cloudcordon, and sent in his bright messengers oflight. In these great forests I could hear the faint- I had my eye on a grand old pine stand-ing a little away from any of his fellows, amonarch in the forest. It must have been ahundred and forty feet, perhaps more, from thetopmost point in its glossy green coronal downto the dead goldenrod in the snow at its was about three feet in diameter at the ground,so tall, so strong, so straight, a noble tree indeed,in very truth a king of the
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