Sometimes, seeing the road before me carpeted with pure yellow, I said to myself, now I am coming to elms; but when the road shone red and russet-gold before me I knew it was overhung by Beeches.
"Afoot in England"
W.H. Hudson
Straight in front of him across the glade, the great Beeches were gray and ghostly, and beyond them in the strip that concealed the ride it seemed that the shadows had suddenly thickened and blackened.
"The Devil's Garden"
W. B. Maxwell
Presently the fir-trees on each side of him opened out a little, and here and there Beeches and ashes appeared; then the path passed through a glade, the shadows receded, and he had a sensation of being more free and able to breathe better.
"The Devil's Garden"
W. B. Maxwell