2. II.
All came but Logoochie, and where was he?
he, the Indian mischief-maker — the Puck, the
tricksiest spirit of them all, — he, whose mind,
like his body, a creature of distortion, was yet
gentle in its wildness, and never suffered the
smallest malice to mingle in with its mischief.
The assembly was dull without him — the season
cheerless — the feast wanting in provocative.
The Great Manneyto himself, with whom Logoochie
was a favourite, looked impatiently on the
approach of every new comer. In vain were all
his inquiries — where is Logoochie? who has
seen Logoochie? The question remained unanswered
— the Great Manneyto unsatisfied. Anxious
search was instituted in every direction for
the discovery of the truant. They could hear
nothing of him, and all scrutiny proved fruitless.
They knew his vagrant spirit, and felt confident
he was gone upon some mission of mischief; but
they also knew how far beyond any capacity of
theirs to detect, was his to conceal himself, and so,
after the first attempt at search, the labor was
given up in despair. They could get no tidings
of Logoochie.
