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"
Yes
,
if
thou
tellest
me
all
,
"
answered
Pearl
.
"
Once
in
my
life
I
met
the
Black
Man
!
"
said
her
mother
.
This
scarlet
letter
is
his
mark
!
"
Thus
conversing
,
they
entered
sufficiently
deep
into
the
wood
to
secure
themselves
from
the
observation
of
any
casual
passenger
along
the
forest
track
.
Here
they
sat
down
on
a
luxuriant
heap
of
moss
;
which
at
some
epoch
of
the
preceding
century
,
had
been
a
gigantic
pine
,
with
its
roots
and
trunk
in
the
darksome
shade
,
and
its
head
aloft
in
the
upper
atmosphere
It
was
a
little
dell
where
they
had
seated
themselves
,
with
a
leaf-strewn
bank
rising
gently
on
either
side
,
and
a
brook
flowing
through
the
midst
,
over
a
bed
of
fallen
and
drowned
leaves
.
The
trees
impending
over
it
had
flung
down
great
branches
from
time
to
time
,
which
choked
up
the
current
,
and
compelled
it
to
form
eddies
and
black
depths
at
some
points
;
while
,
in
its
swifter
and
livelier
passages
there
appeared
a
channel-way
of
pebbles
,
and
brown
,
sparkling
sand
.
Letting
the
eyes
follow
along
the
course
of
the
stream
,
they
could
catch
the
reflected
light
from
its
water
,
at
some
short
distance
within
the
forest
,
but
soon
lost
all
traces
of
it
amid
the
bewilderment
of
tree-trunks
and
underbush
,
and
here
and
there
a
huge
rock
covered
over
with
gray
lichens
.
All
these
giant
trees
and
boulders
of
granite
seemed
intent
on
making
a
mystery
of
the
course
of
this
small
brook
;
fearing
,
perhaps
,
that
,
with
its
never-ceasing
loquacity
,
it
should
whisper
tales
out
of
the
heart
of
the
old
forest
whence
it
flowed
,
or
mirror
its
revelations
on
the
smooth
surface
of
a
pool
.
Continually
,
indeed
,
as
it
stole
onward
,
the
streamlet
kept
up
a
babble
,
kind
,
quiet
,
soothing
,
but
melancholy
,
like
the
voice
of
a
young
child
that
was
spending
its
infancy
without
playfulness
,
and
knew
not
how
to
be
merry
among
sad
acquaintance
and
events
of
sombre
hue
.
"
Oh
,
brook
!
Oh
,
foolish
and
tiresome
little
brook
!
"
cried
Pearl
,
after
listening
awhile
to
its
talk
,
"
Why
art
thou
so
sad
?
Pluck
up
a
spirit
,
and
do
not
be
all
the
time
sighing
and
murmuring
!
"
But
the
brook
,
in
the
course
of
its
little
lifetime
among
the
forest
trees
,
had
gone
through
so
solemn
an
experience
that
it
could
not
help
talking
about
it
,
and
seemed
to
have
nothing
else
to
say
.
Pearl
resembled
the
brook
,
inasmuch
as
the
current
of
her
life
gushed
from
a
well-spring
as
mysterious
,
and
had
flowed
through
scenes
shadowed
as
heavily
with
gloom
.
But
,
unlike
the
little
stream
,
she
danced
and
sparkled
,
and
prattled
airily
along
her
course
.
"
What
does
this
sad
little
brook
say
,
mother
?
inquired
she
.
"
If
thou
hadst
a
sorrow
of
thine
own
,
the
brook
might
tell
thee
of
it
,
"
answered
her
mother
,
"
even
as
it
is
telling
me
of
mine
.
But
now
,
Pearl
,
I
hear
a
footstep
along
the
path
,
and
the
noise
of
one
putting
aside
the
branches
.
I
would
have
thee
betake
thyself
to
play
,
and
leave
me
to
speak
with
him
that
comes
yonder
.
"
"
Is
it
the
Black
Man
?
"
asked
Pearl
.
"
Wilt
thou
go
and
play
,
child
?
"
repeated
her
mother
,
"
But
do
not
stray
far
into
the
wood
.
And
take
heed
that
thou
come
at
my
first
call
.
"
