[
 {
  "chunk": 196,
  "story": 12,
  "summary": "The story's epigraph, a Latin line: no place is without its guardian spirit.",
  "predicament": "Someone believes that every place has a spirit of its own, and that the living only disturb it."
 },
 {
  "chunk": 197,
  "story": 12,
  "summary": "The narrator argues that music, and still more natural scenery, is best enjoyed alone, and that he sees the earth as one vast living, thinking being to which men are like parasites.",
  "predicament": "A solitary man insists that any human presence spoils a landscape, and would rather have nature entirely to himself."
 },
 {
  "chunk": 198,
  "story": 12,
  "summary": "He argues that bulk matters to God, that life exists within life at every scale, and that man is madly proud to deny the earth a soul.",
  "predicament": "A thinker scolds his own kind for their vanity in believing themselves more important than the world they live on."
 },
 {
  "chunk": 199,
  "story": 12,
  "summary": "His solitary wanderings have given his thoughts a fantastic tinge; in a remote mountain region he comes upon a stream and an island, and lies down to half-dream as he watches.",
  "predicament": "A lone wanderer finds a hidden, dreamlike place far from anyone, and lies down to let it work on him."
 },
 {
  "chunk": 200,
  "story": 12,
  "summary": "He describes the enclosed valley: a river seemingly without exit, a golden waterfall of sunset, and a small island whose western end glows with flowers, bright trees and butterflies.",
  "predicament": "A dreamer looking at a lovely secluded place notices that one half of it glows with life and joy."
 },
 {
  "chunk": 201,
  "story": 12,
  "summary": "The island's eastern end lies in deep shade, with mournful trees, grave-like mounds, and shadows he fancies are swallowed by the water; he imagines it the haunt of the last dying fairies.",
  "predicament": "A dreamer sees the other half of a lovely place sunk in gloom, and imagines it as a place where gentle things waste away."
 },
 {
  "chunk": 202,
  "story": 12,
  "summary": "In the dusk he seems to see a fairy in a frail canoe glide from light into shade, joyful then sorrowful, her shadow falling from her into the black water, a year nearer death.",
  "predicament": "A watcher imagines a fragile creature losing a little of herself each time she passes from light into darkness."
 },
 {
  "chunk": 203,
  "story": 12,
  "summary": "She circles again and again, sadder and fainter each time, until with the sunset she drifts into the dark water and is seen no more.",
  "predicament": "A watcher sees something lovely grow fainter with every passing round until at last the darkness takes it entirely."
 }
]