That remark kind o' touched me.

I know that I sometimes talk hard, but I mean well, and I have to tell you the plain truth so as to do my duty by you, and then I won't have anything to reflect upon.
"Just look at him! Straight as an arrow! They say that his folks are rich.

Come out here way over the mountains, and is just going to teach school in a log school-house--all made of logs and sods and mud-plaster, adobe they call it--a graduate of Harvard College, too." A long, dark object appeared in the trees covered with bark and moss.
Behind these trees was a waterfall, over which hung the crowns of pines.
The sunlight sifted through the odorous canopy, and fell upon the strange, dark object that lay across the branching limbs of two ancient trees.
Gretchen stopped again.
"Mother, what is that ?" "A grave--an Indian grave." The Indians bury their dead in the trees out here, or used to do so.

A brown hawk arose from the mossy coffin and winged its way wildly into the sunny heights of the air.

It had made its nest on the covering of the body.