chapter  IV
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Faflon

Well, it is a strange country little known-we have Goethe's word for thatand it has sent me, all in a spring freshet, obscure deities of doubtful name and fame, sorceries, rhymes, legends-dirt and diamonds-tutti confusi e, 1Jtisti. What should I give? What should I suppress? As compared to anything \vhich I have as yet met in folk-lore this has been more like counting Ossian's gho~ts than aught else. Many a time have I almost despaired over it, and many a time been awed.