She rested her head upon her hands, and felt her eyelids closing in spite of herself.

And now there stole upon her ear a low, gentle, distant murmur, so soft that it seemed almost to mingle with the sound of her own breathing, but so steady, so uniform, that it soothed her to sleep, as if it were the old cradle-song the ocean used to sing to her, or the lullaby of her fair young mother.
So she glided along, slowly, slowly, down the course of the winding river, and the flushing dawn kindled around her as she slumbered, and the low, gentle murmur grew louder and louder, but still she slept, dreaming of the murmuring ocean.
APPENDIX TO CHAPTER VIII.

MYRTLE HAZARD'S STATEMENT.
"A Vision seen by me, Myrtle Hazard, aged fifteen, on the night of June 15, 1859.

Written out at the request of a friend from my recollections.
"The place where I saw these sights is called, as I have been told since, Witches' Hollow.

I had never been there before, and did not know that it was called so, or anything about it.
"The first strange thing that I noticed was on coming near a kind of hill or mound that rose out of the low meadows.