Fragrant Quote for April 9th, 2012- Forest friends: the woodland adventures of a boy pioneer By John Madden

Fragrant Quote for April 9th, 2012-
Forest friends: the woodland adventures of a boy pioneer
By John Madden

Not the least of the delight on such occasions was found in the surroundings. How impressive the cedar forest, through which the stream ran, looked in the flashing, flaring, murky, red light of the smoking torches! A solid wall of gray tree-trunk and dark foliage set in a background of inky blackness, the night wind stirring in the tree-tops, beginning in the faintest suspicion of a sigh, rising like the increasing volume of sound of a cathedral organ, then dying away with softvoiced diminuendo into the fragrant silence of the sweet spring night. Away off yonder, where those tall hemlock-trees raised their heads above the rest of the forest, a great barred owl would cry his ghostly " Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, ah!" then, like an echo from the seemingly infinite distance, would come an answering "Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, ah!" from another of his night-loving tribe. A fox would bark, then another, and perhaps a third voice of Reynard would come from the ridge of the hardwood trees over beyond the dam.