He rolled upon the ground in misery, and wondered whether he would have his mind about him when the last dreadful moment should come; but after a half hour or more had passed, and he was still himself, he began to feel a renewal of hope.
"It may be that I ate too many of them," he reflected, as he found himself able to sit up, "and there's nothing poisonous about them, after all.

If that's so, I've got a good meal, anyway, and know where to get another." It was nearly dark, and, as he was still weak, he concluded to spend the night where he was.
A rod or so away was a dense clump of bushes, which seemed to offer an inviting shelter, and he gained his feet with the intention of walking to them.

He had taken no more than a couple of steps, however, when such a dizziness overcame him that he sank at once to the ground, and stretched out for relief.

It was a case of poisoning beyond question, but not of a dangerous nature; and Fred had about time to lie flat when he experienced a grateful relief.
"I guess I'll stay here a while," he muttered, recalling his experience.
"I can crawl in among the bushes in the night, if I find it getting cold, or any rain falls." Darkness had scarcely descended, when the lad sank into a quiet, dreamless slumber.

His rest of the night previous had not been of a refreshing character, and his traveling during the day had been very exhaustive, so that his wearied system was greatly in need of rest.
Fred was really in the most delightful climate in the world.