The sun's rays seemed to pelt down with blistering intensity on my uncovered head.
There was not a single tree, nor a scrap of foliage anywhere in sight, to afford a moment's shelter:--all was barrenness; parching heat; death! I felt faint--dying of thirst.

I fancied I could hear the rippling of waters near me, the splashing of grateful fountains; but, none could I see.

Around me, as I lay stretched on the scorching sands, were only sun-baked rocks, and the scattered bones and skeletons of former travellers, who had perished by the same dreadful, lingering agony through which I was, apparently, doomed to die.
After a time, I thought I could distinguish the murmuring of waters more plainly; and, stay--did I not perceive a stately grove of palms in the distance?
The water must be there! I totter to my feet: I bend my feeble steps thither, and sink down beneath the welcome shade.

I hear a sweet voice calling to me: I see an angel form stretching out a goblet of crystal water to my parching lips; and, as I reach my hand forth to grasp it, I see that the face is that of Min! I give vent to a cry of ecstasy; but, at the same moment, the goblet falls from my shaking hand, shattering into a thousand pieces on the sands of the desert; and--the vision fades away from my gaze.
All is darkness again.

I am awake! Once more the kaleidoscope of my dream changed.
I am now floating in a battered boat, without either sails or oars, on the boundless waters of the ocean.