“’How I enjoyed myself under the lofty pines on the Grinderwald!  How the honey-dew dropped from the sky!  It fell from every branch.  What a harvest we made, and how sweet the air was on the shores of the lake, and in the rich Tannemath pastures—­the green moss, and the sweet-smelling herbs!  I sang, I laughed, and we filled our cells with wax and honey.  How delightful to be everywhere, see everything, to fly humming about the woods, the mountains, and the valleys!’

“There was a fresh silence, while I sat, with mouth and eyes open, listening with the greatest attention, not knowing what to think or what to say.

“‘And when the shower came,’ she went on, ’how frightened we were!  A great humble-bee, sheltered under the same fern as myself, shut his eyes at every flash; a grasshopper had sheltered itself under its great green branches, and some poor little crickets had scrambled up a poppy to save themselves from drowning.  But what was most frightful was a nest of warblers quite close to us in a bush.  The mother hovered round about us, and the little ones opened their beaks, yellow as far as their windpipes.  How frightened we were!  Good Lord, we were frightened indeed!  Thanks be to Heaven, a puff of wind carried us off to the mountain side; and now the vintage is over we must not expect to get out again so soon.’

“On hearing these descriptions of Nature so true, at this worship of day and light, I could no longer entertain the least doubt on the subject.

“‘The blind girl sees,’ said I to myself; ’she sees through thousands of eyes; the apiary is her life, her soul.  Every bee carries a part of her away into space, and then returns drawn to her by thousands of invisible threads.  The blind girl penetrates the flowers and the mosses; she revels in their perfume; when the sun shines she is everywhere; in the mountain side, in the valleys, in the forests, as far as her sphere of attraction extends.’

“I sat confounded at this strange magnetic influence, and felt tempted to exclaim—­

“’Honour, glory, honour to the power, the wisdom, and the infinite goodness of the Eternal God!  For Him nothing is impossible.  Every day, every instant of our lives reveals to us His magnificence.’

“While I was lost in these enthusiastic reflections, Raesel addressed me with a quiet smile.

“‘Sir,’ said she.

“‘What, my child?’

“’You are very much surprised at me, and you are not the first person who has been so.  The rector Hegel, of Neufchatel, and other travellers have been here on purpose to see me:  they thought I was blind.  You thought so too, did you not?’

“‘I did indeed, my dear child, and I thank the Lord that I was mistaken.’

“‘Yes,’ said she, ’I know you are a good man—­I can tell it by your voice.  When the sun shines I shall open my eyes to look at you, and when you leave here I will accompany you to the foot of the mountain.’