Canadian Evergreen

Usage examples of hemlock.

Farther down came the hemlock in globular masses of feathery branches, then the crowding spruce and fir, with a pale sprinkle of hackmatack, frail child of the swamp, in the bottoms, and a fringe of birch and maple along the shore.

Tongue Hawkbit, Autumnal Hawkbit, Rough Hawkweed, Wall Hawkweed, Wood Hawkweed, Mouse-Ear Hawthorn Heartsease Hedge-Hyssop Hedge Mustard Heliotrope Hellebore, Black Hellebore, False Hellebore, Green Hellebore, White Hemlock Hemlock, Water Hemp, Enc.

Hemlock scents mingled with fir and something headily sweet that Diesa thought was osmanthus.

In Kent and Essex, the Hemlock is called Kecksies, and the stalks are spoken of as Hollow Kecksies.

The flower stems are very hollow and dry, nearly as much so as the hemlock or kex, and I have found that when flowers have been cut, either from the moisture collecting in the stem, or some such cause, rot sets in lower down, and soon the branches of bloom head over.

She looked out over the acres of trim grass, boarded by loblolly and hemlock.

The trail went through wet salal, emerged on a narrow ledge thick with spruce and cedar, a few tall hemlocks.

A little extract of monkshood, a few shoots of yew or perhaps a couple of hemlock seeds in the saucehow do you fancy that?

Specifically, I was worried about what Queen Hemlock was doing here in Possiltum but felt I had to travel to Perv to square things away with Aahz.

While the rest of their neighbors on Hemlock Street are decorating and busily preparing for Santa, the Kranks are skipping Christmas and preparing for a cruise, according to unnamed sources.

Both were stupefied to see a tall hemlock growing along the larboard shore teeter in the wind, then continue to tee ter, its roots tearing up from the ground in a muddv tangle and the whole thing collapsing crash splash into the Oriel.

When the mournful Wawonaissa Sorrowing sang among the hemlocks, And the Spirit of Sleep, Nepahwin, Shut the doors of all the wigwams, From her bed rose Laughing Water, Laid aside her garments wholly, And with darkness clothed and guarded, Unashamed and unaffrighted, Walked securely round the cornfields, Drew the sacred, magic circle Of her footprints round the cornfields.

Aparhaso wintered in a thick-timbered valley, wooded down all its length with beech and birch and hemlock.

You can see patches of dead hemlocks, probably killed by the wooly adelgid, which is infesting so many of our forests.

Branches grew in and out of the trunks, in complete disregard for species, hemlock growing out of oak, and arrowwood into banyan.