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Updated: May 11, 2025
How I did it so quickly was a mystery, but amid the cracking of dead branches and pattering of falling bark and swaying of the tree-top I gained a position above him. He was so close that I could smell him. His quick little eyes snapped fire and fear at once; he uttered a sound that was between a whine and a growl. "Hey, youngster!" yelled Hiram, "thet's high enough 'tain't safe be careful now."
The canvas at the tree-top was secured, and that night they slept between some bushes with this over them to keep off the night air. Each of the young hunters took his turn at watching, but nothing came to disturb them, although Whopper declared that he heard several foxes not far off.
It suggested the probability that, if bullets could fetch down squirrels from that tree-top, they might also serve to clip off and let fall some of the finest clusters or sprays of tulip. The experiment was tried, with excellent result. I made the little artist glad with some of the grandest specimens I have ever seen.
At the same instant the blinding smoke burst into a million tongues of flackering flame, and I saw the fire not where I had ever seen it before not creeping along among the scrub but up aloft, a hundred and fifty feet overhead. It had caught the dry bituminous tops of the higher boughs, and was flying along from tree-top to tree-top like lightning.
There was a pause before the voice in the tree-top continued, "Then hold on don't shoot; I may as well come down." Martin Scott was born in Bennington, Vermont, on January 17, 1788. His family was extremely poor, but because of his freedom from army vices gambling and drinking he was able in later years to do them many favors. His kindness was equalled only by his bravery.
As he fished and paddled peacefully miles up the river, he could see that treetop, and his heart never forgot what was lying at its roots. He grew old, old, until he reached the age of eighty-nine, but the tree-top still waved and the roots still held their secret. "He came to me then. I was but a boy myself, but his grandson, and he loved me.
From an old box hidden in a closet opening out of her mother's room she took Bob Hendricks' picture, the faded picture of a boy of twenty, and holding it close to her breast, stared open-lipped into the heart of an elm tree-top. The whistle of the train brought her back to her real world.
It adds greatly to the beauty of such a swamp at this season, that, even though there may be no other trees interspersed, it is not seen as a simple mass of color, but, different trees being of different colors and hues, the outline of each crescent tree-top is distinct, and where one laps on to another. Yet a painter would hardly venture to make them thus distinct a quarter of a mile off.
Had the queer person in the tree-top struck him?... Mr. Crow grew angry. "Did you hit me?" he called. "I'm not sure," said the stranger. "But I think I did, for I saw you jump." "Then you threw something at me!" Mr. Crow screamed. "Oh, no!" the other replied. "I didn't throw anything at you, sir. I merely dropped something on your back." Mr. Crow choked.
Possibly he had been observing the watcher in the dead tree-top, and was announcing his opinion of such silly antics when he noticed Thad begin to descend. The sound struck a cold chill to the heart of the boy, though he laughed at himself immediately afterward for allowing such a feeling to come over him.
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