[Pagingmon-developer] Bringing his spirits up to the ordinary level of the world'

[Emde T. <re...@no...>]

Llows. I see the tufted barberry-bushes, with their small clusters of
scarlet fruit; the toadstools, likewise,--some spotlessly white, others
yellow or red,--mysterious growths, springing suddenly from no root or
seed, and growing nobody can tell how or wherefore. In this respect they
resembled many of the emotions in my breast. And I still see the little
rivulets, chill, clear, and bright, that murmured beneath the road,
through subterranean rocks, and deepened into mossy pools, where tiny
fish were darting to and fro, and within which lurked the hermit frog.
But no,--I never can account for it, that, with a yearning interest to
learn the upshot of all my story, and returning to Blithedale for that
sole purpose, I should examine these things so like a peaceful-bosomed
naturalist. Nor why, amid all my sympathies and fears, there shot, at
times, a wild exhilaration through my frame. Thus I pursued my way along
the line of the ancient stone wall that Paul Dudley