One of those sombre fir and spruce woods is not complete unless you hear from out its cavernous mossy and twiggy recesses his fine... alarum,--his spruce voice, like the working of the sap through some crack in a tree,--the working of the spruce beer. Such an impertinent fellow would occasionally try to alarm the wood about me. "Oh," said I, "I am well acquainted with your family, I know your cousins in Concord very well. Guess the mail's irregular in these parts, and you'd like to hear from 'em." But my overtures were vain, for he would withdraw by his ærial turnpikes into a more distant cedar-top, and spring his rattle again.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »