moose-hopple

Updated: May 13, 2025

They pushed on in silence, following mechanically the tall, lank figure of the old man ahead of their single file. He led them up timbered ridges and along their spines; he swerved down into swampy hollows choked with wind-slash, around which they were obliged to make tedious detours. The fine drizzle had turned into a steady soft rain that pattered on the broad moose-hopple leaves.

F. Berkeley (Frank Berkeley) Smith - The Lady of Big Shanty