Immediately a prelude of pipe, cithern, and viol, touched with practised minstrelsy, began to play from a neighboring thicket, in such a mirthful cadence that the boughs
of the Maypole quivered to the sound.
Kama came back, sat down on the edge of the spruce boughs
, and in the interval of waiting, mended harness.
As I sit at my window this summer afternoon, hawks are circling about my clearing; the tantivy of wild pigeons, flying by two and threes athwart my view, or perching restless on the white pine boughs
behind my house, gives a voice to the air; a fish hawk dimples the glassy surface of the pond and brings up a fish; a mink steals out of the marsh before my door and seizes a frog by the shore; the sedge is bending under the weight of the reed-birds flitting hither and thither; and for the last half-hour I have heard the rattle of railroad cars, now dying away and then reviving like the beat of a partridge, conveying travellers from Boston to the country.
This tree I was three days in cutting down, and two more cutting off the boughs
, and reducing it to a log or piece of timber.
The tears flowed so plentifully that Maggie saw nothing around her for the next ten minutes; but by that time resentment began to give way to the desire of reconciliation, and she jumped from her bough
to look for Tom.
The animal, a remarkably fine one, had been taken ashore, and stabled in a hut of cocoanut boughs
within the fortified enclosure.
The house was overrun with ivy, its chimney being enlarged by the boughs
of the parasite to the aspect of a ruined tower.
Having silenced Objection by force of unreason, Will walked to Lowick as if he had been on the way to Paradise, crossing Halsell Common and skirting the wood, where the sunlight fell broadly under the budding boughs
, bringing out the beauties of moss and lichen, and fresh green growths piercing the brown.
Just at that moment they heard the cry of a pack of hounds coming towards them, and the Cat immediately scampered up a tree and hid herself in the boughs
I am fond of solitude and love the night, so my resolution to "camp out" was soon taken, and by the time that it was dark I had made my bed of boughs
and grasses in a corner of the room and was roasting a quail at a fire that I had kindled on the hearth.
She had been studying her lessons, but it had grown too dark to see the book, so she had fallen into wide-eyed reverie, looking out past the boughs
of the Snow Queen, once more bestarred with its tufts of blossom.
It's so nice to be alive in the spring," said the Story Girl one twilight as we swung on the boughs
of Uncle Stephen's walk.