I camped again, but it was some hours before I got a wink of sleep; and
when sleep came it was accompanied by a strange dream. I dreamed that I
was by my father's bedside, watching his last flicker of intelligence,
and vainly trying to catch the words that he was not less vainly trying
to utter. All of a sudden the bed seemed to be at my camping ground, and
the largest of the statues appeared, quite small, high up the mountain
side, but striding down like a giant in seven league boots till it stood
over me and my father, and shouted out "Leap, John, leap." In the horror
of this vision I woke with a loud cry that woke my dog also, and made him
shew such evident signs of fear, that it seemed to me as though he too
must have shared my dream.
Shivering with cold I started up in a frenzy, but there was nothing, save
a night of such singular beauty that I did not even try to go to sleep
again. Naturally enough, on trying to keep awake I dropped asleep before
many minutes were over.
In the morning I again climbed up to the statues, without, to my
surprise, being depressed with the idea that George would again fail to
meet me. On the contrary, without rhyme or reason, I had a strong
presentiment that he would come. And sure enough, as soon as I caught
sight of the statues, which I did about a quarter to twelve, I saw a
youth coming towards me, with a quick step, and a beaming face that had
only to be seen to be fallen in love with.
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