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Ous sleep. I partly woke a few minutes later, as Fray Antonio rose,
thinking that we all were lost in slumber, and walked a little apart
from us. He alone had made a meal in reasonable moderation, and I saw
now that he had gone aside to pray. For a moment the thought stirred in
me that I would join him in what I knew was his thanksgiving for our
deliverance; but sleep had too strong a hold upon me, and my body slowly
fell hack upon the blankets and my eyes slowly closed, carrying into my
slumber the sight on which they last had rested: the monk kneeling upon
the grass beside a great gray rock, with clasped hands and face turned
upward, pouring his soul out in grateful prayer. It was well on in the
afternoon when we all woke again; and Young's first remark was that it
must be about supper-time. Rayburn fell in with this notion promptly,
and so did I myself--rather to my astonishment, for it seemed
unreasonable that after such a stuffing I should desire to eat so soon
again. But we did make a supper almost as hearty as our breakfast had
been, and in a little while wrapped ourselves in our blankets, with our
feet towards the heaped-up fire, and went off once more to sleep, and
slept through until sunrise of the following day. In truth, the mental
strain, bred of our gloomy surroundings and of the dread of starvation
that had possessed us, had taxed our physical strength more severely
than our mountain climbing and our lack of nourishment. The great amount
of strong food that we ate, and our long slumber, showed nature's demand
upon us that our waste of tissue should be made good. When we