The circle or double hedge that I had made was not only firm and entire, but the stakes which I had cut out of some trees that grew thereabouts, were all shot out, and grown with long branches, as much as a willow-tree usually shoots the first year after lopping its head; but I could not tell what tree to call it that these stakes were cut from.

The walls, made of a solid network of young branches interwoven, and plastered with a mixture of sand, clay, and chopped rushes, he takes care not to build quite to the top, but to leave between them and the roof a little space, where the air can circulate freely through a light trellis formed of branches of the blue willow.

D'you think I'm lost?" Folsom fed some twisted willow-tops into the sheet-iron stove.

The grade increased, soon brittle willow-tops brushed against the speeding sled: this brush grew higher as the two men, blinded now by the gale, stumbled onward behind the team.

His companion buried him, still alive, and broke down the surrounding willow-tops for a landmark, then he staggered on.

More than half this multitude could not be accommodated in the towns, and lodged in board-shanties, wigwams, mud-huts, log-cabins, bowers of willow-branches covered with wagon-sheets, and even in holes dug into the hill-sides.

Around these boughs willow-twigs were plaited, and the entire hut was finally thatched with straw, grass, or bark.

I had a drive with A. and M. through the Park yesterday, and saw stacks of hyacinths in bloom, and tulips and violets and dandelions; a willow-tree not far from my window has put on its tender green, and summer seems close at hand.

Near the high Southampton road it forms the above cascade, descending into a glen romantically shaded with plantations of birch, willow, and acacia: Hollowly here the gushing water sounds With a mysterious voice; one might pause Upon its echoes till it seemeth a noise Of fathomless wilds where man had never walked.

In many a freakish knot had twined; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow-wreaths to stone.

Near the ten-colored stone, whereon men had sacrificed to Vel-Tyno in time's youth, he builded an enclosure of peeled willow wands, and spread butter upon them, and tied them with knots of yellow ribbons, as Helmas had directed.

Instantly he had her within the enclosure of peeled willow wands that had been spread with butter and tied with knots of yellow ribbon, because into such an enclosure the power and the dominion of Freydis could never enter.

Dragons and warlocks and chimaeras and such nameless monsters as I perceive to be crowding about this enclosure of buttered willow wands I do not fear at all, but I cannot fight against the appearance which you now wear.

But they cannot get into this enclosure of buttered willow wands, poor dears, on account of your magickings.

There is no way for you to get into, nor for me to get out of, this place of buttered willow wands, until I have deluded and circumvented this pestiferous, squinting young mortal.

Suddenly the nightingale again piped gloomily in the willow wood, as if in farewell to a departing dream.

On the bank right at the brink of the falls stood a great willow tree, its long branches drooping far out over the water.

There the Mormon religious services are conducted during the winter months; but throughout the summer the usual place of gathering to listen to the sermons is in "boweries," so called, which are constructed by planting posts in the ground and weaving over them a flat roof of willow-twigs.

The man at Willow Ranch.

We buried her beneath the willow, by the Cumberland Ridge Runners, pseud. of Karl Davis, Doc Hopkins & Harty Taylor.

Then a willow bough gave them one chance.

From the bough he got to a branch, and finally clutched the stem of the tree, just as his feet were lifted up by the rushing water, and both lives hung upon that willow-tree.

The girl was on his left arm, and his right arm round the willow.

In Town SOMEWHERE there's a willow budding In a hollow by the river, Where the autumn leaves lie sodden, Turning all the pool to brown; There's a thrush who's building early, With his feathers all a-shiver,

Somewhere out there in the country There's a brook that's overflowing, And a quaker pussy-willow Sews grey velvet on her gown; Rushes whisper to each other That marsh marigolds are showing, And those saucy crocus fellows