This week I drew the King of Hearts and read “A White Heron” by Sarah Orne Jewett. This is a story about a young girl, Sylvia, from the city who now lives with her grandmother on a farm. One day, she meets a stranger who is out hunting birds and he is trying to capture the elusive white heron. Sylvia accompanies him on his quest as he hopes she can lead him to the bird.
As I read this story, I imagined a number of endings and while I was happy with the way it finished, I found it to be somewhat anti-climatic, probably because my imagination tends to run wild. It was a bit challenging to read as well owing to the way the author wrote the story (seems like a mix of old English and southern drawl which is odd since the farm is in New England).
It did remind me of a book I recently finished (“The Snow Leopard” by Peter Matthiessen – I would highly recommend that book). The hero of that book was also looking for a very rare and elusive animal, the snow leopard. It seems there are a number of people throughout history that have written about trying to locate an elusive animal or place with varying success and it makes me wonder what makes people undertake these adventures where the probability of success is so slim? Is it simply knowing that if you reach/see it, the achievement of the goal is that much sweeter? Or it is more about the journey itself, regardless of how it ends? Thoughts?