O, how I sympathized with Saul, the tall dark man! I had read his life before, but it had made no impression on me; it had never occurred to me that I was like him, but I now sympathized with Saul, for my own dark hour was but recently passed, and, perhaps, would soon return again; the dark hour came frequently on Saul.
Time wore away; I finished the book of Saul, and, closing the volume, returned it to its place.

I then returned to my seat on the stone, and thought of what I had read, and what I had lately undergone.

All at once I thought I felt well-known sensations--a cramping of the breast, and a tingling of the soles of the feet--they were what I had felt on the preceding day; they were the forerunners of the fear.

I sat motionless on my stone; the sensations passed away, and the fear came not.

Darkness was now coming again over the earth; the dingle was again in deep shade.
I roused the fire with the breath of the bellows, and sat looking at the cheerful glow; it was cheering and comforting.