slippery that I had to 

 halt for a minute's rest 

 at the top. The trees rose 

 straight and close and 

 slender, with scarcely a live 

 branch reaching out nearer 

 the ground than twenty feet. 

 The roof of green shut out 

 the light, and the matting of brown 

 spread the ground so deep that only 

 a few stunted blueberry -bushes, small 

 ferns, and straying runners of ground- 

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" She called me 

 every wicked 

 thing that she 

 could think of." 



