But the day of their glory was not now; it came when Autumn called them to shew themselves; and Autumn's messenger was far off.

The cedars had it, and the roses, and the eglantine, under Summer's rule.
It was in the prime of summer when the two fishers went down to their boat.

The valley level was but a few feet above the river; on that side, with a more scattering growth of cedars, the rocks and the greensward gently let themselves down to the edge of the water.

The little dory was moored between two uprising heads of granite just off the shore.

Stepping from rock to rock the brothers reached her.