Mrs. J. S. Adams

Capitolo 70

existence that has to be dear to pass from the known to
the unknown life.

Vainly he tried to think to another defeasible way of bringing his/her purpose. Anybody
him introduced;  then with ardent words he appealed to them more noble
selves, dicendoloro the whole great need of the travellers that you/they were forced
to pass this way. Before he appealed to an excellent whip that confined with the
forest.

"Not me, indeed!" answered to the tree. "You think that I would give mine
the life to turn on some people through this woody ground? I prefer to live some
years longer."

Him next they addressed a walnut. You shaken some leaves by his/her branches,
and it made a similar replica, while preferring to live in his/her his/her own form, and among
his/her trees of sister, to her going didn't know where.

"It is not here anybody" there, he continued "that you/he/she is prepared for sacrificing them
the lives for the necessities of others?"

He looked in vain around the forest:  all were silent, and he was around
to return to the people, when a great and grandiose oak spoke in clear and
sonorous tones, saying that "I will give to my body that the travellers can have
light."

"Thing! that the great old body of Your, that has been so many years
growing and maturing to his/her present proportions grandiose and equitable!"
exclaimed a lot of the trees.

"Not only you are rash, but foolish", remarked a small fir that grows from
his/her side.

"Close to bringing away the pride of ours great old forest", says a delicate
you whip that you/he/she had always admired the oak.

"Throwing away" only Your life, a tall stormed and rather sickly pine.

"When it will be ready for me?" asked to the oak of the leader that
you/he/she had been standing, while admiring his/her beautiful proportions, and grieving himself/herself/itself among
him that it has to be this way.

To the closing of next day the travellers came to the edge of the
you forest, and he/she remained while their leader turned on the fire to the roots of the
oak. Now the flames must be directed upward and they flashed in the obscurity; for him it was