Beadle's Dime Novels No. 96: Little Moccasin — page 54: what you’re looking at

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56 LITTLE MOCCASIN. none of the boys were willing to question him, though very curious to know what the next move would be. A heavy, drenching rain—the heaviest for months—had fallen during the night, and all the giant trees were found sheathed in glittering armor—a panoply of crystal, dazzling and complete, and all the luxuriant undergrowth bending with the pomp of jewelry, or hanging out their sprays and bunches of orient pearls, and all the double spruce, with plumage like that of the prince’s feather in three parts, and lacking only the motto Jch dien to be armorial—and bronzed hemlocks, and tasseled pines, and plaited cedars were incrusted with frozen fire, set in opaque emeralds, and flashing with inward life ; and all the young birches were dancing and trembling for joy, and showering diamonds.with every passing breath of wind, upon the dark, smooth ice below—rattling and tinkling, as they fell through the deep shadonys like shattered musical | boxes. Nothing like the splendors now before stige had these rough men eyer met with in all their large experience ; and when they came trooping out of their log-house, with Charley crowing his best, Juba tumbling heels over head, and the dogs | in full cry, and stood silent and breathless—and apart— before a cluster of the red mountain ash loaded with berries like bunches of coral, intermixed with brilliants and pearls, some of them uncovered, as with the instinct of worship, and stood a while, gazing up into the clear, cold blue of the unclouded firmament, or away off into the overloaded avenues and arched openings, with an awe they had never felt before. And why should they not? They were in the yery heart of God’s large cathedral, blazing with gems and fire, and showering sunshine and shattered rainbows about. their way. No won- der that some stood silent and speechless, Waiting for the spell to be broken with trumpet song, or prayer, or pealing anthem, or a burst of thunder. Meanwhile the captain had stolen away, and was now wandering off upon some errand of his own, buried in thought, and strangely heedless of all the wonders about him, though every step brought down a rattling shower of brightness across his path, and the small shrubbery shook and trembled at every breath of wind, as if the very roots were disturbed. comicbooks.conm