I continued in this posture a long time, undergoing what I cannot describe, and would not attempt if I were able.

Several times I was on the point of starting up and rushing anywhere; but I restrained myself, for I knew I could not escape from myself, so why should I not remain in the dingle?
So I thought and said to myself, for my reasoning powers were still uninjured.

At last it appeared to me that the horror was not so strong, not quite so strong upon me.

Was it possible that it was relaxing its grasp, releasing its prey?
O what a mercy! but it could not be--and yet I looked up to heaven, and clasped my hands, and said, "Our Father." I said no more; I was too agitated; and now I was almost sure that the horror had done its worst.
After a little time I arose, and staggered down yet farther into the dingle.

I again found my little horse on the same spot as before.