Certainly, I think he would be dull, who could see no meaning or beauty in the history of the forester's daughter of Prevorst. She lived but nine-and-twenty years, yet, in that time, had traversed a larger portion of the field of thought than all her race before, in their many and long lives.
Of the abuses to which all these magical implements are prone, I have an instance, since leaving Milwaukie, in the journal of a man equally sincere, but not equally inspired, led from Germany hither by signs and wonders, as a commissioned agent of Providence, who, indeed, has arranged every detail of his life with a minuteness far beyond the promised care of the sparrow. He props himself by spiritual aid from a maiden now in this country, who was once an attendant on the Seeress, and who seems to have caught from her the contagion of trance, but not its revelations.
Do not blame me that I have written so much
about Germany and Hades, while you were looking
for news of the West. Here, on the pier, I see
disembarking the Germans, the Norwegians, the Swedes,
the Swiss. Who knows how much of old legendary
lore, of modern wonder, they have already planted
amid the Wisconsin forests ? Soon, soon their tales
of the origin of things, and the Providence which
rules them, will be so mingled with those of the
Indian, that the very oak trees will not know them
apart, — will not know whether itself be a Runic, a
Druid, or a Winnebago oak.
