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"Aye from the sultry heat, We to our cave retreat, O'ercanopied by huge roots, intertwined, Of wildest texture, blacken'd o'er with age, Bound them their mantle green the climbers twine. Beneath whose mantle -- pale, Fann'd by the breathing gale, We shield us from the fervid mid-day rage, Thither, while the murmuring throng Of wild bees hum their drowsy song. " -- COLERIDGE.
"Louis, what are you cutting out of that bit of wood? " said Catharine, the very next day after the first ideas of the shanty had been started.