And then--half dead--he found himself crawling out on a gravelly bar.
For a long time Baree lay there in a pool of sunlight without moving.
His ear hurt him; his nose was raw, and burned as if he had thrust it into fire.

His legs and body were sore, and as he began to wander along the gravel bar, he was quite probably the most wretched pup in the world.

He was also completely turned around.

In vain he looked about him for some familiar mark--something that might guide him back to his windfall home.

Everything was strange.