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"
It
was
rare
for
sleep
to
come
on
me
so
readily
.
Half
an
hour
before
,
and
the
thing
would
have
been
impossible
.
I
can
only
account
for
the
change
by
the
feeling
of
contentment
that
was
upon
me
--
after
the
unpleasant
excitement
through
which
I
had
passed
.
"
My
slumbers
could
not
have
been
very
sound
;
nor
were
they
long
undisturbed
.
"
I
could
not
have
been
unconscious
for
more
than
two
minutes
,
when
a
sound
awoke
me
.
It
was
the
report
of
a
gun
.
"
I
was
not
quite
sure
of
its
being
this
.
I
only
fancied
that
it
was
.
"
My
horse
seemed
to
know
better
than
I
.
As
I
looked
up
,
he
was
standing
with
ears
erect
,
snorting
,
as
if
he
had
been
fired
at
!
"
I
sprang
to
my
feet
,
and
stood
listening
.
"
But
as
I
could
hear
nothing
more
,
and
the
mustang
soon
quieted
down
,
I
came
to
the
conclusion
that
we
had
both
been
mistaken
.
The
horse
had
heard
the
footsteps
of
some
straying
animal
;
and
that
which
struck
upon
my
ear
might
have
been
the
snapping
of
a
branch
broken
by
its
passage
through
the
thicket
;
or
perhaps
one
of
the
many
mysterious
sounds
--
mysterious
,
because
unexplained
--
often
heard
in
the
recesses
of
the
chapparal
.
"
Dismissing
the
thing
from
my
mind
,
I
again
lay
down
along
the
grass
;
and
once
more
fell
asleep
.
"
This
time
I
was
not
awakened
until
the
raw
air
of
the
morning
began
to
chill
me
through
the
cloak
.
"
It
was
not
pleasant
to
stay
longer
under
the
tree
;
and
,
recovering
my
horse
,
I
was
about
to
continue
my
journey
.
