as lustily as chanticleer in the morning

"....When I return to my house I find that visitors have been there and left their cards, either a bunch of flowers, or a wreath of evergreen, or a name in pencil on a yellow walnut leaf or a chip. They who come rarely to the woods take some little piece of the forest into their hands to play with by the way, which they leave, either intentionally or accidentally. One has peeled a willow wand, woven it into a ring, and dropped it on my table. I could always tell if visitors had called in my absence, either by the bended twigs or grass, or the print of their shoes, and generally of what sex or age or quality they were by some slight trace left, as a flower dropped, or a bunch of grass plucked and thrown away, even as far off as the railroad, half a mile distant, or by the lingering odor of a cigar or pipe..."

Sam R. in the woods, taking a stroll to Bob's cabin. A strange reminiscense of Walden. Take a walk.

the castle's attic (mesmerising)

 "....Whatever doubt may still envelop the rationale of mesmerism, its startling facts are now almost universally admitted. Of these latter, those who doubt, are your mere doubters by profession -an unprofitable and disreputable tribe. There can be no more absolute waste of time than the attempt to prove, at the present day, that man, by mere exercise of will, can so impress his fellow, as to cast him into an abnormal condition, in which phenomena resemble very closely those of death, or at least resemble them more nearly than they do the phenomena of any other condition within our cognizance..."

Good old Edgar P. i's spooking. A short visual mesmerism sampling by Sam R. with Will.B.....On the count of four: Enter the space