Pausing at one time to look about him he saw, out at some black water, a small animal pounce in and emerge directly with a gleaming fish.
The youth went again into the deep thickets.

The brushed branches made a noise that drowned the sounds of cannon.

He walked on, going from obscurity into promises of a greater obscurity.
At length he reached a place where the high, arching boughs made a chapel.

He softly pushed the green doors aside and entered.

Pine needles were a gentle brown carpet.