he thought of the mountains and especially of a certain spot which he used to frequent, whence he would look down upon the distant valleys and fields, and see the waterfall, far off, like a little silver thread, and the old ruined castle in the distance. oh! how he longed to be there now alone with his thoughts to think of one thing all his life one thing! a thousand years would not be too much time! and let everyone here forget him forget him utterly! how much better it would have been if they had never known him if all this could but prove to be a dream.