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red man, the deer, the panther, the wolves, and the forest; most 

 of all was he an enemy of the pines. I can see now over in 

 yonder field a row of the naked roots of my ancestors which man 

 dragged from the ground to fence his little fields; they are 

 still strong and undecayed though the rains of a hundred years 

 have whitened them. Look at those great bleaching roots and see 

 the foundations on which the pine trees build ! 



I am aged now, and mayhap soon this spot where I have stood 

 for more than two hundred years shall know me no more. But I 

 am not sad or lonely. Listen, I will tell you a secret: My old 

 heart is kept sweet and warm by the bees that have found there an 

 abiding place. My branches which have ever bowed in adoration 

 before the wind-god Ga-oh are stiff now and must break before his 

 majestic sway. But Ga-oh is the friend of the old pine as well as 

 the companion of his strength and he will soon lay me on the dear 

 earth whence I came. 



'The speckled sky is dim with snow 

 The light flakes falter and fall slow; 

 Athwart the hill-top, rapt and pale, 

 Silently drops a silvery veil; 

 The far-off mountains misty form 

 Is entering now a tent of storm ; 

 And all the valley is shut in 

 By flickering curtains gray and thin. 

 But cheerily the chickadee 

 Singeth to me on fence and tree; 

 The snow sails round him, as he sings, 

 White as the down on angel's wings." 



— J. T. Trowbridge. 





