Now it is cooler I ramble about more, but my loneliness goes everywhere with me.

Everything is so still here, that it sometimes makes me afraid.

The moonlight looks awfully solemn on the dark pines.

You remember that dead pine-tree?
The wind has broken it, and there it stands in front of the evergreen grove, with two arms spread out, and a knot like a head with a hat on it, and a streamer of moss hanging from it.

It looks so white and strange in the moonlight, that it seems as if Floracita's spirit were beckoning to me.
"But I didn't mean to write about sad things.