The impact was so tremendous that many of the brittle branches of both trees were broken off.

At first we thought that the basswood was going to break clear, but it finally hung precariously against the hemlock at a height of thirty feet or more above the bed of the brook.

From the stump the long trunk extended out across the brook in a gentle, upward slant to the hemlock.

The bees came out in force.

Though in felling the tree I had disturbed them considerably, none of them had come down to sting us, but now they filled the air.