CHAPTER FIVE.
THE LOCUST-FLIGHT.
The field-cornet slept but little.

Anxiety kept him awake.

He turned and tossed, and thought of the locusts.

He napped at intervals, and dreamt about locusts, and crickets, and grasshoppers, and all manner of great long-legged, goggle-eyed insects.

He was glad when the first ray of light penetrated through the little window of his chamber.
He sprang to his feet; and, scarce staying to dress himself, rushed out into the open air.