The thought of the berries, and the fear that he had been poisoned, gave him such a shock that the slight nausea was greatly intensified, and he reclined upon the ground in the hope that it would soon pass over.
Instead of doing so, he grew worse, and he stretched out upon the ground, firmly persuaded that his last hour had came.

He was deathly pale, and had he espied a cougar peering over the corner of the rock, he would n't have paid him the least attention--no, not if there had been a dozen of them! What alarmed Fred as much as anything was some of the accompaniments of his trouble.

As he laid his head upon the ground, it seemed to him that he could catch the faint sound of falling water, just as if there was a little cascade a mile away, and the gentle wind brought him the soft, musical cadence.

Then, too, when he flung himself upon the ground, it gave forth a hollow sound, such as he had never heard before.

Several times he banged his heel against the earth, and the same peculiarity was noticed.
All this the poor fellow took as one of the accompaniments of the poisoning, and as additional proof that he was beyond hope.