THE DWELLER IN THE CAVE After this it seemed to me that I dreamed a long and very troubled dream concerning all sorts of curious things which I cannot remember.

At last I opened my eyes and observed that I lay on a low bed raised about three inches above the floor, in an Eastern-looking room, large and cool.

It had window-places in it but no windows, only grass mats hung upon a rod which, I noted inconsequently, worked on a rough, wooden hinge, or rather pin, that enabled the curtain to be turned back against the wall.
Through one of these window-places I saw at a little distance the slope of the forest-covered hill, which reminded me of something to do with a child--for the life of me I could not remember what.

As I lay wondering over the matter I heard a shuffling step which I recognized, and, turning, saw Hans twiddling a new hat made of straw in his fingers.
"Hans," I said, "where did you get that new hat ?" "They gave it me here, Baas," he answered.

"The Baas will remember that the devil Jana ate the other." Then I did remember more or less, while Hans continued to twiddle the hat.