Science with its retorts would have put me to sleep; it was the opportunity to be ignorant that I improved. It suggested to me that there was something to be seen if one had eyes. It made a believer of me more than before. I believed that the woods were not tenantless, but choke-full of honest spirits as good as myself any day,–not an empty chamber, in which chemistry was left to work alone, but an inhabited house,–and for a few moments I enjoyed fellowship with them.
