by John Richardson, Wacousta — Volume III, Chapter VIII (1832)
“ No sooner, however, was it seen than withdrawn; and then the rustling of leaves was heard again, and all was still as before."Why did my evil genius so will it," resumed Wacousta, after another pause, during which he manifested deep emotion, "that I should have heard those sounds and seen that face? But for these I should have returned to my companions, and my life might have been the life--the plodding life--of the multitude; things that are born merely to crawl through existence and die, knowing not at the moment of death why or how they have lived at all. ”
