But now look again.

It stands on a ridge, the last ridge that bars the view of all the lowland.

It is a very straight tree, and regular, like a mighty column, except that on the northern side the wind from the mountains has torn a gap in it.

Are you sure that you can not see it--a long way off, but conspicuous ?" "Father, I am sure that I can not see any tree half as large as a broomstick.

Far or near, I see no tree." "Then my eyes are better than my memory.