Exhausted, half drowned, footsore, and hungry, he did not move.

At last he fell into a troubled sleep, a sleep in which every now and then he cried softly and forlornly for his mother.

When he ventured out from under the root it was morning, and the sun was shining.
At first Baree could hardly stand.

His legs were cramped.

Every bone in his body seemed out of joint.