CHAPTER VIII.
"I am a part of the part, which at first was the whole." GOETHE .-- Mephistopheles in Faust.
My spirits rose as I went deeper; into the forest; but I could not regain my former elasticity of mind.

I found cheerfulness to be like life itself--not to be created by any argument.

Afterwards I learned, that the best way to manage some kinds of pain fill thoughts, is to dare them to do their worst; to let them lie and gnaw at your heart till they are tired; and you find you still have a residue of life they cannot kill.

So, better and worse, I went on, till I came to a little clearing in the forest.

In the middle of this clearing stood a long, low hut, built with one end against a single tall cypress, which rose like a spire to the building.