Glinda the Sorceress then stepped upon the platform, and by her magic made a big tree
grow in the middle of the space, made blossoms appear upon the tree, and made the blossoms become delicious fruit called tamornas, and so great was the quantity of fruit produced that when the servants climbed the tree and tossed it down to the crowd, there was enough to satisfy every person present.
For the body he stripped a sheet of thick bark from around a big tree
, and with much labor fashioned it into a cylinder of about the right size, pinning the edges together with wooden pegs.
The big tree
, with all the seeming of hardihood, promising to stand for centuries to come, had suffered from a hidden decay.
"It's a big tree
," said Marilla, "and it blooms great, but the fruit don't amount to much never--small and wormy."
And there?..." Pierre pointed to another knoll in the distance with a big tree
on it, near a village that lay in a hollow where also some campfires were smoking and something black was visible.
Young girls, with flowers in their laps, sat under the wide-spreading boughs of a big tree
. The blue smoke of wood fires spread in a thin mist above the high-pitched roofs of houses that had glistening walls of woven reeds, and all round them rough wooden pillars under the sloping eaves.
There they found a big tree
which lay felled on the ground, and close by the trunk something was jumping backwards and forwards in the grass, but they could not make out what it was.
He climbed to the top of a hill and lay down in the grass, and as he thought under the shadow of a big tree
. But it was no tree he leant against, but a gallows on which two ravens were seated.
They said all right, but before they left they sent one of the grandsons to climb a big tree
in the barnyard, where he tied the demijohn sixty feet from the ground.
In the morning we had eaten our fill of the carrots, and then, made heedless by play, we had ventured on to the big trees
The birches of the path had grown from the fairy saplings of old to big trees
. Everything had changed.
As the days slipped by they grew more gracious; the hillsides began to look as if they were thinking of mayflowers; the old orchard was washed in a bath of tingling sunshine and the sap stirred in the big trees
; by day the sky was veiled with delicate cloud drift, fine and filmy as woven mist; in the evenings a full, low moon looked over the valleys, as pallid and holy as some aureoled saint; a sound of laughter and dream was on the wind and the world grew young with the mirth of April breezes.