He plunged in, and washed the dreams from his eyes with a dive, and a swim under water.

Then he rose to the surface and swam slowly about under the overhanging willows, and earthy banks hollowed by the river's flow into cold damp caves, up into the brown shadows of which the water cast a flickering shimmer.

Then he dressed himself, and lay down on the meadow grass, each blade of which shadowed its neighbour in the slant sunlight.

Cool as it still was with the coldness of the vanished twilight, it yet felt warm to his bare feet, fresh from the waters that had crept down through the night from the high moor-lands.

He fell fast asleep, and the sheep came and fed about him, as if he had been one of themselves.