Then he began to pray, and gradually he fell into a troubled slumber.
It was while he was in this condition that the Talisman hove in sight.
Henry had frequently fallen into this species of sleep during the last few hours, but he never continued in it long; for the pains of thirst, as well as hunger, now racked his frame.

Nevertheless, he was not much reduced in strength or vigor.

A long, slow process of dying would have still lain before the poor youth, had it been his lot to perish on that raft.
A delightful dream came over him as he lay.

A rich banquet was spread before him.

With wolfish desire he grasped the food, and ate as he never ate before.