beaver-brown

Updated: August 14, 2026

The river itself was of an odd, insistent green emerald tinged with milk; the islands on its bosom hung out the rich bottle-green of spruce; the grass on the north bank was beaver-brown; the wild-rose scrub glowed blood-crimson in the hollows; and the aspen bluffs, touched with frost, were as yellow as saffron.

Hulbert Footner - Two on the Trail: A Story of the Far Northwest