Camp was pitched in a grove of spruces at the lower end of the lake.
It was clear and crisp yet the air had a fragrance of the cedars and spruces.
A light wind had risen, rustling the firs and spruces above his head.
And the next instant she was among the spruces, too, confronting him with her rifle.
It is a novel sight to see the firs and spruces on this stormy sea-coast.