I saw a squirrel come from his hole in the great whitebeech-tree yonder.
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Now the way was narrow, overhung with gloomy trees, here and there a whitebeech shining out in a ghostly fashion.
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In the foreground near a pond and a group of whitebeeches is leading a footpath animated by travelers.
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Beneath these whitebeeches, here on the greensward, you might lay off your arms and rest yourself a while.
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WhiteBeech: The Rainforest Years is an occasionally brilliant, if infuriatingly patchy, account of the rebirth of some terribly degraded land through ecological restoration.