"It always drags terribly at my heart to go past a wood lane if I can make any excuse at all for traversing it: for it is the by-ways that lead to the heart of the woods and we must follow them if we would know the forest and be known of it.
"I always feel so SATISFIED in the woods," said the Story Girl dreamily, as we turned in under the low-swinging fir boughs.
But I caught her up, and in spite of her struggles, plunged boldly before me into the wood. For a little way the glare of my fire lit the path.
The wood behind seemed full of the stir and murmur of a great company!
Here goes lumber from the Maine
woods, which did not go out to sea in the last freshet, risen four dollars on the thousand because of what did go out or was split up; pine, spruce, cedar -- first, second, third, and fourth qualities, so lately all of one quality, to wave over the bear, and moose, and caribou.
"Perhaps I should have done this thing long ago." He was sorry the idea had not come into his mind in the days before his daughter Louise had been born and thought that surely now when he had erected a pile of burning sticks in some lonely place in the
woods and had offered the body of a lamb as a burnt offering, God would appear to him and give him a message.
A white hen carries his sledge; he himself sat in the carriage of the Snow Queen, who passed here, down just over the
wood, as we lay in our nest.
"The spruce
wood over the brook," said Anne in a whisper.
As soon as he saw that piece of
wood, Mastro Cherry was filled with joy.
He picked up the
wood, and flew sadly home, and told the mouse all he had seen and heard.
'I have a daughter,' said the old woman, 'who is so beautiful that she has not her equal in the world, and is well fitted to be your wife; if you will make her lady-queen I will show you the way out of the
wood.'
She flew over the
wood, and alighted opposite the house of the bushy long-tailed gentleman.
On the trail that thou must tread To the thresholds of our dread, Where the Flower blossoms red; Through the nights when thou shalt lie Prisoned from our Mother-sky, Hearing us, thy loves, go by; In the dawns when thou shalt wake To the toil thou canst not break, Heartsick for the Jungle's sake:
Wood and Water, Wind and Tree, Wisdom, Strength, and Courtesy, Jungle-Favour go with thee!
His voice seemed to fill the whole
wood and carried far beyond out into the open field.
I examined the materials of the fire, and to my joy found it to be composed of
wood. I quickly collected some branches, but they were wet and would not burn.
