With the remains of our provisions and some curdled milk we satisfied our hunger and curled ourselves up among the pease straw of the barn.

Blenkiron announced with a happy sigh that he had now been for two days quit of his dyspepsia.
That night, I remember, I had a queer dream.

I seemed to be in a wild place among mountains, and I was being hunted, though who was after me I couldn't tell.

I remember sweating with fright, for I seemed to be quite alone and the terror that was pursuing me was more than human.
The place was horribly quiet and still, and there was deep snow lying everywhere, so that each step I took was heavy as lead.

A very ordinary sort of nightmare, you will say.