A mile and a half from town, I came to a grove of tall cocoanut trees, with
clean, branchless stems reaching straight up sixty or seventy feet and topped
with a spray of green foliage sheltering clusters of cocoanuts--not more picturesque
than a forest of colossal ragged parasols, with bunches of magnified grapes
under them, would be. I once heard a grouty northern invalid say taht a cocoanut
tree might be poetical, possibly it was; but it looked like a feather-duster
struck by lightning. I think that describes it better than a picture--and yet,
without any question, there is something fascinating about a cocoanut tree--and
graceful, too.
- Roughing It
Illustration from first edition of ROUGHING IT
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