I thought my quest had brought me into a strange old haunted forest, and that I had thrown myself down to rest at the gnarled mossy root of a great oak-tree, while all about me was nought but fantastic shapes and capricious groups of gold-green bole and
bough, wondrous alleys ending in mysterious coverts, and green lanes of exquisite turf that seemed to have been laid down in expectation of some milk-white queen or goddess passing that way.
The wreath of roses, that hung from the lowest green
bough of the Maypole, had been twined for them, and would be thrown over both their heads, in symbol of their flowery union.
Its little leaves were hanging tremulously, not yet so fully blown as to hide its development of
bough and twig, making poetry against the spiritual tints of a spring sunset.
The meal finished, Kama replenished the fire, cut more wood for the morning, and returned to the spruce
bough bed and his harness-mending.
"Oh, the mistletoe
bough!" echoed all the boys, and the teasing ended in the plaintive ballad they all liked so well.
And as I watched him I felt in my own being, in my very muscles themselves, the surge and thrill of desire to go leaping from
bough to
bough; and I felt also the guarantee of the latent power in that being and in those muscles of mine.
We waded swiftly down it, in the dim forest light, for as much as three hundred yards, and then came across an oak with a great
bough sticking out over the water.
With this cutting innuendo, Tom jumped down from his
bough, and threw a stone with a "hoigh!" as a friendly attention to Yap, who had also been looking on while the eatables vanished, with an agitation of his ears and feelings which could hardly have been without bitterness.
Send no lunge beyond thy length; Lend no rotten
bough thy strength.
He forbade his courtiers to frighten it, and the monkey, noticing how much attention was being paid him, sprang from
bough to
bough, and at length gradually approached the King, who offered him some food.
A lifeless body fell from
bough to
bough, and hung about twenty feet from the ground, its arms and legs swaying to and fro in the air.
"And then?" asked the Fir Tree, trembling in every
bough. "And then?