When I reached the junipers, the crows-half a hundred of them-were ranged in the pine tops along one edge of the open.
"Ways of Wood Folk"
William J. Long
It was an easy task to creep unobserved through the nearest pine grove, and gain a safe hiding place under some junipers on the edge of the old pasture.
"Ways of Wood Folk"
William J. Long
It is always a pretty scene, the quiet opening in the woods flecked with soft gray shadows in the moonlight, the dark sentinel evergreens keeping silent watch about the place, the wild little creatures playing about among the junipers, flitting through light and shadow, jumping over each other and tumbling about in mimic warfare, all unconscious of a spectator as the foxes that played there before the white man came, and before the Indians.
"Ways of Wood Folk"
William J. Long