"It has many beautiful and rapid rivers."
"It has."
"Its suns—"
"Are bright as the eyes of a dove."
"Its winds—"
"Soft as the breath of a young maiden."
"Methinks I should like to live in thy cabin—to rove uncontrolled through thy green glades, and to listen in dreamy and indolent repose to the merry music of thy waterfalls."
"Do, and thou shalt be welcome," replied the dark but beautiful, the stern but guileless, genius of the land.
"Knowest thou not that we are sisters?" asked the bright-eyed, fair-skinned, stranger.
"Nay, I knew it not," replied she of the wilderness.