when the movement ceased, I
began to dream of cool fresh water moistening my brow, and being
trickled between my burning lips.

That was a long, wearisome, painful dream, which lasted for what felt
like an indefinite time, to be succeeded by other dreams in which the
terrible bear's head from Mr Raydon's office was always pursuing me,
and the great moose's head looking on in a melancholy, pitiful way.

And it did not appear strange to me that as I tried to escape and
started on up and up a ravine where the sun scorched my brains, that the
heads should be following without, any bodies. There they always were,
the bear's head with the huge teeth waiting to seize me if I only halted
for a minute, and the moose's head hurrying on to be there and pity me
when I was caught.

How I seemed to toil in terrible agony to get away, the sun burning, and
the way up which I climbed growing more and more stony with precipices,
down which I was always about to fall! Then great rows of the heads of
the mountain sheep came in my way with their large curled horns
threatening to drive me back into the jaws of the grizzly bear, which
was always close behind. It seemed hidden sometimes behind heaps of
skins, but I always knew it was there, and its great muzzle came out
again.

I tried to run--to climb further, but something held me back, and the
burning on my head grew terrible. I was thirsty too, and I thought that
the moose pitied me, and would show me the way to water; but it only
looked at me mournfully till I awoke in the darkness, and lay wondering
for a few minutes before I stretched out my hand and felt that I was in
my bed, and as I lay there, I suddenly saw in the darkness the shape of
my door formed by four faint streaks of light which grew brighter, and
directly after there was the sharp point of light where the keyhole was,
near one side.

It seemed very strange, and more so that the door should open directly
after, and Mr Raydon be standing there in his shirt and trousers
carrying a candle.

"What does he want?" I thought to myself in a confused way, as I saw
him come into our room, and the light fell on Esau, who was not
undressed, but lying on his bed with his mouth wide open.

Suddenly he started up, and Mr Raydon raised his hand, and I heard him
say, "_Sh_!" The next minute he was holding the candle over my bed,
looking in on my face.

"What's the matter?" I said; "I'm not asleep;" but it did not sound
lik