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Then the cruel men dragged the despoiled and hewn tree from the forest, and the forest saw that beauteous thing no more. THEN THE CRUEL MEN DRAGGED THE DESPOILED AND HEWN TREE FROM THE FOREST AND THE FOREST SAW THAT BEAUTEOUS THING NO MORE
ill, as if it were standing in the presence of death. And when the morning came, lo! the angel had gone. [Illustration: "They are killing me!" cried the tree.] Then there was a great confusion in the forest. There was a sound of rude voices, and a clashing of swords and staves. Strange men appeared, uttering loud oaths and cruel threats, and the tree was filled with terror. It called aloud for the angel, but the angel came not. "Alas," cried the vine, "they have come to destroy the tree, the pride and glory of the forest!" The forest was sorely agitated, but it was in vain. The strange men plied their axes with cruel vigor, and the tree was hewn to the ground. Its beautiful branches were cut away and cast aside, and its soft, thick foliage was strewn to the tenderer mercies of the winds. "They are killing me!" cried the tree; "why is not the angel here to protect me?" But no one heard the piteous cry,--none but the other trees of the forest; and they wept, and the little vine wept too. SH AND WET WITH TEARS AND HE FELL UPON HIS KNEES AND PRAYED THE TREE HEARD HIM AND THE FOREST WAS ALL STILL AS IF IT WERE STANDING IN THE PRESENCE OF DEATH AND WHEN THE MORNING CAME LO THE ANGEL HAD GONE THERE WAS A GREAT CONFUSION IN THE FOREST THERE WAS A SOUND OF RUDE VOICES AND A CLASHING OF SWORDS AND STAVES STRANGE MEN APPEARED UTTERING LOUD OATHS AND CRUEL THREATS AND THE TREE WAS FILLED WITH TERROR IT CALLED ALOUD FOR THE ANGEL BUT THE ANGEL CAME NOT ALAS CRIED THE VINE THEY HAVE COME TO DESTROY THE TREE THE PRIDE AND GLORY OF THE FOREST THE FOREST WAS SORELY AGITATED BUT IT WAS IN VAIN THE STRANGE MEN PLIED THEIR AXES WITH CRUEL VIGOR AND THE TREE WAS HEWN TO THE GROUND ITS BEAUTIFUL BRANCHES WERE CUT AWAY AND CAST ASIDE AND ITS SOFT THICK FOLIAGE WAS STREWN TO THE TENDERER MERCIES OF THE WINDS THEY ARE KILLING ME CRIED THE TREE WHY IS NOT THE ANGEL HERE TO PROTECT ME BUT NO ONE HEARD THE PITEOUS CRY NONE BUT THE OTHER TREES IN THE FOREST THEY WEPT AND THE LITTLE VINE WEPT TOO
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