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Updated: May 27, 2025
The tavern was a brick building abounding in sharp slants of roof, and dimmed in outline by a spreading cloud of new-leaved branches, and there was one great honey-locust which was a marvel to be seen, and hummed with bees with a mighty drone as of all the spinning-wheels in the country, and the sweetness of it blew down upon one passing under, like a wind of breath.
Standing beneath the honey-locust tree at the lawn-gate, the sailor beheld an extensive prospect of the river Nanticoke, bending in a beautiful curve, like the rim of a silver salver, towards the south, the blue perspective of the surrounding woods fading into the azure bluffs on the farther shore, where, as he now identified it, the hamlet of Sharptown assumed the mystery and similitude of a city by the enchantment of distance.
Then a great hoarse rumble of voice would cap the rest, telling some loose story, then the laughter would follow enough, it seemed, to make the roof shake and all the time the hum of the bees in the honey-locust outside went on.
These are of a light and brilliant green and lie flat upon the branches, giving them a fan-like appearance such as we observe in the hemlock." "But why is it called honey-locust?" asked Malcolm. "Do the bees make honey in the trunk?" "No," replied his governess; "the name comes from the sweetness of the pulp around the seeds, which ripen in large flat pods, and of which boys and girls are fond.
When at sunset he stood under the honey-locust tree on the levee where he was wont to find his father waiting for him, he found himself alone. But within speaking distance he saw St. Pierre's skiff just being drawn ashore by a ragged negro, who presently turned and came to him, half-lifting the wretched hat that slouched about his dark brows, and smiling. "Sim like you done fo'got me," he said.
I knew it was the honey-locust, or thorny acacia, the carob-tree of the East, and the famed `algarobo' of the Spaniards. The moment his eyes rested upon the long brown legumes, he cried out, with gestures of delight: "`Massa Massa Roff, lookee yonder! beans and honey for supper! "We were soon under the branches: and while I proceeded to knock down and collect a quantity of the ripe fruit.
Let me tell what the judges found. The aged owner of this place has hired no help for twenty years. Behind her honey-locust hedge a highly kept and handsome flower and shrubbery garden fills the whole house lot. This was the prelude.
And this the mockingbird, love-drunk, emptying his heart of a troubadour in a song of fire and dew. And on a vagrant air, a gipsy air, the scent of the honey-locust. The spring for all the world else. But for him I loved, what? I suppose my wistful eyes betrayed me, for used to the changing expressions of my thin visage, he smiled; and stood up, stretching his arms above his head.
Mary, however, had hopes, that by cultivation, we might produce larger ones; so we collected all the tubers we could fall in with, and kept them for seed. "Out of the pods of the honey-locust, we brewed a very agreeable sort of beer; but we were able to extract a still more generous beverage from the wild or fox-grapes that grew in all parts of the valley.
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