Спрут: Калифорнийская история

           Itwasthehourwhendreamscometrue,andlyingdeepinthegrassesbeneaththepeartrees,Vanamee,dizziedwithmysticism,reachingupandouttowardthesupernatural,felt,asitwere,hismindbegintoriseupwardfromouthisbody.Hepassedintoastateofbeingthelikeofwhichhehadnotknownbefore.Hefeltthathisimaginationwasreshapingitself,preparingtoreceiveanimpressionneverexperienceduntilnow.Hisbodyfeltlighttohim,thenitdwindled,vanished.Hesawwithneweyes,heardwithnewears,feltwithanewheart.

           “Cometome,”hemurmured.

           ThenslowlyhefelttheadvanceoftheVision.Itwasapproaching.Everyinstantitdrewgraduallynearer.Atlast,hewastosee.Ithadlefttheshadowatthebaseofthehill;itwasonthehillitself.Slowly,steadily,itascendedtheslope;justbelowhimthere,heheardafaintstirring.Thegrassesrustledunderthetouchofafoot.Theleavesofthebushesmurmured,asahandbrushedagainstthem;aslendertwigcreaked.Thesoundsofapproachweremoredistinct.Theycamenearer.Theyreachedthetopofthehill.Theywerewithinwhisperingdistance.

           Vanamee,trembling,kepthisheadburiedinhisarm.Thesounds,atlength,pauseddefinitely.TheVisioncouldcomenonearer.Heraisedhisheadandlooked.Themoonhadrisen.Itsgreatshieldofgoldstoodovertheeasternhorizon.WithinsixfeetofVanamee,clearanddistinct,againstthediskofthemoon,stoodthefigureofayounggirl.