The sun, swinging in a low arc, cocked a lazy eye over the southern peaks, and Hollister carried his first pack-load up to the log cabin while the moss underfoot, the tree trunks, the green blades of the salal, and the myriad stalks of the low thickets were still gleaming with the white frost that came with a clearing sky.
"The Hidden Places"
Bertrand W. Sinclair
When he had brought the last of his food supply up to the cabin, he hauled the canoe back into a thicket and covered it with the glossy green leaves of the salal.
"The Hidden Places"
Bertrand W. Sinclair
He could distinguish colors-a blue skirt, the deep green of salal and second-growth cedar, the weathered hue of the walls.
"The Hidden Places"
Bertrand W. Sinclair