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Either his errand was in no wise connected with the Jolly Rovers, or else he had passed close by the tent without seeing it even when the flash of lightning made the night as bright as noonday. Ned waited beside the buttonwood tree until another flash gave him a brief glimpse of the boat far below the island. Then he hurried back to the tent and crawled under the rear end.
Some buttonwood trees, now thinning out with annual age, conveyed by their speckled trunks the notion of a changing social standard, white and brown, native and foreign, while the lines of maples stood on blackened boles like old retired seamen, bronzed in many voyages and planted home forever.
"Of course we expected that the dog would speedily tree him again, which after a few minutes he did, but this time in the heavy timber. "We hastened forward, guided by the barking. To the extreme of my astonishment, and I fancy to the very extreme of Abe's terror, we again found ourselves at the foot of the buttonwood. "Abe's wool stood on end.
Then in a whisper he added to Kitty; "If you dare to say 'buttonwood, Miss Bartlett, you and I will quarrel." But Kitty said nothing, now that her mother had appeared on the scene, but industriously stirred the contents of the iron kettle. "Kitty," said the mother, "you call the men to supper." "I can't leave this," said Kitty, flushing; "it will boil over. You call, mother." So Mrs.
A fire at night, or smoke by day, may be tempered with human ingenuity, but nature bandies the sound waves with her breath. I dined in the elegance of simplicity, and Smilax extinguished our small fire of buttonwood. Leaning my back against a stalwart pine, I watched the shadows stealing through our avenue of trees.
All the girls meet there, and we have such nice times!" To the old Buttonwood was quite a pleasant walk from Rosalie's mother's, and they went merrily on, leading the little girl, and chatting busily, when a silvery-headed old man on a seat within a garden near, attracted Jennie's attention, and she asked her companion who he was.
The gale instantly swept under the canvas, lifted the tent bodily, and whirled it through the air, leaving the amazed boys exposed to the driving rain. Ned snatched the lantern and ran down the island. The others followed him, and when they reached the buttonwood tree they saw the tent floating limply on the waves twenty feet beyond the canoes.
Mamma says they are expected next month, and Carrie Halberg is to go to Madame La Blanche's school that's my friend, Carrie; she's such a dear good girl! You'll love her, Jennie, I know! But there's grandpa watching for us." The old man stood at the gate, leaning upon his cane and looking intently down the street toward the "old Buttonwood."
"I could ascertain the depth for you in a minute." "We don't need it," replied Randy. "I was never in better wind than I am now. If there's a bottom at all I'll find it." The boat was now one hundred feet below the rock, and a stroke or two of Ned's paddle put it in line with the big buttonwood tree on the right shore.
My friend Professor Bailey says Platanus occidentalis, which is the truly right name of this tree, has no title to the term sycamore; it is properly, as his Cyclopedia gives it, Buttonwood, or Plane. Hunting about a little among tree books, I find the reason for this, and that it explains another name I have never understood.
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