How we worked! With Cheon at the helm, every one was of necessity
enthusiastic. The Vealer was quartered in double-quick time, and the
first fitful rays of sunlight found their way to the Creek crossing to
light up an advancing forest of boughs and mistletoe clumps that moved
forward on nimble black legs.
In a gleaming, rustling procession the forest of green boughs advanced,
all crimson-flecked with mistletoe and sunlight, and prostrated itself
around us in mighty heaps at the head of the homestead thoroughfare.
Then the nimble black legs becoming miraculously endowed with nimble
black bodies and arms, soon the gleaming boughs were piled high upon the
iron roof of the Eastern verandah to keep our impromptu dining-hall cool
and fresh. High above the roof rose the greenery, and over the edge of
the verandah, throughout its length, hung a deep fringe of green,
reaching right down to the ground at the posts; everywhere among the
boughs trailed long strands of bright red mistletoe, while within the
leafy bower itself hanging four feet deep from the centre of the high
roof one dense elongated mass of mistletoe swayed gently in the breeze,
its heaped-up scarlet blossoms clustering about it like a swarm of
glorious bees.
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