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Page 45 - Once, — twice, — thrice; the forest rang to the blows. The great sheaf of green bowed as the south wind swayed it, stood erect again, then bent its proud state as never once before to storm or cumbering snows its strength had bowed. Slowly as a monarch with no haste of fear lays his head upon the block, it moved to its fall. Then, with a strange noise of cracking fibres below and swifter motion above, the tall shaft fell with a crash, amidst innumerable lesser sounds of the torn branches of down-tumbled...
Page 42 - ain't" no edge." Paul brought the axe, and sat down again on the stump and fought the midges, while he silently watched Philetus. The woodsman rolled his sleeves up over a pair of tawny, knotted arms, threw down his ragged straw hat, whirled the blue steel around his head, and smote deep into the stately pine against which he had been leaning. Blow followed blow with marvellous precision.
Page 43 - I'd git eyes at them finger-ends. Perhaps you'd like to know how I guess three licks 'ill make a dead tree of this here pine ?" The boy smiled. " I was thinking that. How do you guess so, Uncle Phil ?" " Heerd your mind, maybe. You come here. Now you jus
Page 143 - Once or twice a faint breeze stirred the stiffened leafage of the evergreens, and then all the still forest awoke with innumerable sounds of tinkling and complex noises, like the dull roar of surges crushing on a distant beach.
Page 142 - Oughter be black oaks hereabouts," he went on, touching the trees to left and right, and instantly naming them as he did so. " Know 'em by their hides, Paul. Some I likes, some I don't. Poplars I hates.
Page 142 - A man's kind of canted up on his hind legs, built for to keep sarchin' with his eyes. My smeller's a-gittin' better every year. I kin pretty nigh see things with my nose.
Page 141 - He's dead," he said, and, reloading, went forward with caution. " All right," he added. " Clean shot through the mouth." Philetus came up. " Gosh, but he's big !" he said. " Here, cut off his tail, or they won't believe down at Kollius's. Don't think I'll go bearin' ag'in with you: you're too resky.
Page 140 - Yes. There are the marks of the hubs on the bark ; but it's well snowed up. I'll tell you if we get off it.
Page 2 - The author having distinguished himself as a scientist and as a writer of novels, displays his varied talents in a charming book for children. The illustrations or etchings by Frederick Dielman, who has chosen some of the most striking scenes, and his work adds much to the attractiveness of the stories.