green monkey

At the highest navigable point of the Congo River, thick jungle creates an impenetrable wall of green around a large island.

But the greatest danger I ever underwent in that kingdom was from a monkey, who belonged to one of the clerks of the kitchen.

With the dispersal of the spores the cone shrivels up, and then the stems starts to send out green branches.

The plant as a whole remains green until late in the autumn.

A few, very few, little dots had run back over that green patch—the others had passed down into the world of darkness.

I could see only the stretch of green before me, and I felt as if I must walk on forever, without coming to the end of it.