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"There's a beautiful grey cloud far away in the west." "Re-ally?" said the wind. "Ah ... I happen to be the east wind just now, so I can't help you." "Turn round, dear Wind, and bring us the cloud," asked the bell-flower, civilly. "You can blow wherever you please and we shall be grateful to you as long as we live." "You will earn the thanks of the whole community," said the hazel-bush.
In prospecting for auriferous quartz, use is sometimes made of the divining rod, a practice not without credit with some good miners. The rod is a fork of a green hazel-bush, shaped like a V, with the arms about a foot long.
Then there was some moss, which grew on the old stump of a tree and kept to itself, and there was the hazel-bush, who was the finest of them all, both because he was so big and, especially, because the linnet had built his nest in him. The friends never had a word. They all minded their own business and did not stand in one another's way.
"He is tired of hanging up there with all that rain. But he has to wait till the wind comes for him." "Good-bye," said the maiden-pink. "And thank you for the pleasant time we have had together. I can hold out no longer." And then she died. All the friends looked at one another in dismay: "We must get hold of the wind," said the hazel-bush, who had more life left in him than the others.
"I don't understand it either," said the wind. "But I do it!" Then he went down. And the friends stood and hung their heads and were at their wits' end: "There is nothing for it but to die," said the sheep's-scabious. "If I have lived through the winter," said the hazel-bush, "I suppose I can stand this. But it's very hard."
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