Charles Neville Buck, The Roof Tree
“ While Dorothy Thornton accused the blood sprung from the renegade and his Indian squaw out of those ancient pages the men listened.To the husband it was incitement and revelation. The tree out there standing warder in the dark became, as he listened with engrossed interest, more than ever a being of sentient spirit and less than ever a thing of mere wood and leaf.To Bas Rowlett it should have been an indictment, or perhaps an excuse, with its testimony of blood strains stronger than himself—but from its moral his mind was wandering to a more present and gripping interest. ”
