The trees not only grew closer together, but there was a vast mass and network of trailing vines, extended from trunk to trunk and bough to bough.

One huge oak in the very center of an intricate maze of vines was drawn far over and its boughs were twisted into strange, distorted shapes.

It was obvious to both that the vines, singly so feeble, collectively so powerful, had done it, and they stood a moment or two wondering at this proof of the power of united and unceasing effort.
They went a mile or so further on, and Henry led the way toward the left and from the creek.

An instinct or the lay of the land, perhaps, warned him that the open country was in that direction.

The trees, had begun to thin already, and in another mile they came out upon a beautiful little rolling prairie.