silver birch

That fine silver-birch in the jailyard—you saw it, I suppose, coming in—all peeled and naked from the ground as high as my reach.

I turned to the girl, who was standing quietly beside a young silver birch-tree.

All seated themselves; I struck flint, blew the tinder to a coal, and lighted a silver birch-shred.

Thus she remained, holding to a silver birch, leaning out a little toward the chasm.

On the broader shelves the mountain maple, the silver birch, and the hobble-bush secure a precarious foothold.