herbs, and exchanging those with the settlers, but preaching mysticism and distributing tracts of swedenborg'swriting. he was a visionary. he would talk to settlers about angels, talking to angels, about how the spiritual world and the heaven was here, if you could just see it. the indians thought he was a holy fool, and i think a lot of the settlers did. i think he's the kind of american that we see in a row and emerson and emily dickinson later. somebody living in harmony with nature sees nature, nature is the language of the soul. nature is the language of god. you read nature denote the design world. and i just could not resist writing about john chapman in this book spent another natural man from the same period is of course someone who was warm to the hearts of all taxes, and that is davy crockett. you see chapman as the saint of the westward expansion, but you see crockett as the martyr of the westward expansion but i'm of course, i can barely get past big indicator. chapman was a tinpot on his head. crockett was a dead animal on his head. i don't know what this is about martyrs and sai