My head seemed to be on fire, and there were sharp, darting pains up and down my backbone.

I did not dare to howl, lest I should make the big dog, Jim, angry.

He was sleeping in a kennel, out in the yard.
The stable was very quiet.

Up in the loft above, some rabbits that I had heard running about had now gone to sleep.

The guinea pig was nestling in the corner of his box, and the cat and the tame rat had scampered into the house long ago.
At last I could bear the pain no longer.