"Birchen" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... for she often took her hand, stripped up the sleeve of her dress, and compared her arm with her own, uttering exclamations of astonishment and curiosity; possibly Catharine was the first of a fair-skinned race this poor savage had ever seen. After her meal was finished, she set the birchen dish on the floor, and restrapping the papoose in its cradle prison, she slipped the basswood-bark rope over her forehead, and silently signing to her sons to follow her, she departed. That evening a pair of ducks were found fastened to the wooden latch of the door, a silent offering of gratitude ...
— Canadian Crusoes - A Tale of The Rice Lake Plains • Catharine Parr Traill
... fatigue to our quarters at the far end of the village. The landscape that morning showed dirty yellow through the solid rain, and the sky was dark as a slated roof. The downpour flogged the horse-trough as with birchen rods. Along the walls, human shapes went in shrinking ...
— Under Fire - The Story of a Squad • Henri Barbusse
... flowers of faith and hope, As sweetly now as then Ye bloom on many a birchen slope, ...
— Selections From American Poetry • Various
... in Canada, and it is well that they should be, for they are both associated with the history of the country, and enter largely into its domestic comforts. The annals of New France may be compared to an album of maple leaves bound in a scroll of birchen bark, and a contemporary writer in Quebec has adopted the idea for the title of one of his works. The solid beams of the Canadian house are hewn out of columns of birch, as sound if not so fragrant as the cedar of Lebanon, and the furniture of ...
— The Bastonnais - Tale of the American Invasion of Canada in 1775-76 • John Lesperance
... stream, the birchen boughs Dark o'er the level marge were playing, The maiden of my secret vows I met, alone, ...
— Home Life of Great Authors • Hattie Tyng Griswold
... the rapids, with birchen-canoes moored in little inlets, is a village of the Indians, consisting of log-cabins and round wigwams, on a shrubby level, reserved to them by the government. The morning after our arrival, we went through this village ...
— Letters of a Traveller - Notes of Things Seen in Europe and America • William Cullen Bryant
... Rasping groans of birchen cones Re-answering from shore to shore; Through the hush the snapping brush— Then silence, and the ...
— England over Seas • Lloyd Roberts |
