drowsyland

Updated: August 18, 2026

I know not even now if they were events or mere dreams, seeing that, all the long way, I was half asleep in the saddle! It was a veritable Drowsyland that we moved through on horseback! The Dutchmen, the "fraus," the "spreading," the sauer-kraut the conestogas, the red barns, the guttural voices, the strange faces were these actual things, or the mere fancies of a somnambulist?

John Esten Cooke - Mohun, or, the Last Days of Lee