The shopman (he knows my friend) was naturally a little staggered at first; but, quickly recovering himself, and feeling that something ought to be done to encourage this sort of thing, asked our hero if he would like to see some fine old carved oak. My friend said he would, and the shopman, thereupon, took him through the shop, and up the staircase of the house.
man," expostulated my friend; "you don't mean to say you have covered over carved oak with blue wall-paper?"
He was about to withdraw when his eyes chanced to fall upon a half-developed figure which lay in a corner of the workshop, surrounded by scattered chips of oak. It arrested him at once.
"The figure lies within that block of oak, and it is my business to find it."
Robin found the stranger as hard to hit as though fenced in by an oak hedge.
On the yon side of the fields uprose the sturdy oaks and beeches and ashes of the forest; while at their feet modest violets peeped out shyly and greeted the loiterers with an odor which made the heart glad.
Oaks of many sorts were veiled in lacy Spanish moss.
More leaping tree squirrels, more ruddy madronos and majestic oaks, more fairy circles of redwoods, and, still beside the singing stream, they passed a gate by the roadside.
The first thing that Jason thought of doing, after he left the king's presence, was to go to Dodona, and inquire of the Talking Oak what course it was best to pursue.
At first there was a deep silence, not only within the shadow of the Talking Oak, but all through the solitary wood.
He listened greedily to the quail calling, and laughed outright, once, in sheer joy, at a tiny chipmunk that fled scolding up a bank, slipping on the crumbly surface and falling down, then dashing across the road under his horse's nose and, still scolding, scrabbling up a protecting oak.
Their tops were crowned with century-old spruce trees, and their sides clothed with oaks and madronos and native holly.
Throwing the rope over the high limb of a giant oak
tree, they pulled till the poor Marionette hung far up in space.
One night, about three years after the death of Hetty Parlow, a number of the young people of Blackburg were passing Oak
Hill Cemetery in a wagon--if you have been there you will remember that the road to Greenton runs alongside it on the south.
They sat under a little oak
, Tony resting against the trunk and the other girls leaning against her and each other, and listened to the little I was able to tell them about Coronado and his search for the Seven Golden Cities.