birch-bushes

Updated: May 15, 2025

"Not so," said the thrall, "if only I can find the place by which, some thirty summers ago, I won yonder rift, and through it the crest of the fell," and he pointed to a narrow cleft in the face of the rock high above their heads, that was clothed with grey moss. Then he moved to the right and searched, peering behind stones and birch-bushes, till presently he held up his hand and whistled.

Henry Rider Haggard - Eric Brighteyes