Now I was fairly daft, and every minute growing dafter.
Then the trees seemed to stop and I was walking on flat ground.

It was a clearing, and before me twinkled a little light.

The change restored me to consciousness, and suddenly I felt with horrid intensity the fire in my head and bones and the weakness of my limbs.

I longed to sleep, and I had a notion that a place to sleep was before me.

I moved towards the light and presently saw through a screen of snow the outline of a cottage.
I had no fear, only an intolerable longing to lie down.