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Updated: June 4, 2025
Every good rider and every good horse may rely upon it, no matter which of the many roads through life they may travel together: all may trustingly rely upon it till one or both shall have breasted "Sleep's dreamy hill."
You wa'n't up in the night, was you?" "No. Slept like a top all through." "Humph! . . . Well, that's good; sleep's a good thing. Cal'late I'll turn in and get a little myself." He moved toward the living room. At the door he paused and asked another question. "How'd you er guess there was fog last night?" he inquired. "Oh, that was easy; everything grass and bushes were so wet this morning.
Sleep's worst enemy in the Low Country was the hyena. The voice of this beast is horrible; it begins with a guttural growl and ends with a high-pitched screech. Although cowardly to a degree, hyenas would often come to within less than a hundred yards of the fire. Occasionally they might be heard on several sides at once, uttering their unspeakable yells.
Evans's eyes were open; he watched the other, and at last he said huskily: "I say, you know, I'm a bit knocked up." Sheener reassured him. "That's all right, bo," he said. "You hit the hay. Sleep's the dose for you. I ain't going away." Evans moved his head on the pillow, as though lie were nodding. "A bit tight, wasn't it, what?" he asked. "Say," Sheener agreed. "You said something, Bum.
'The awnly son o' his mother. Well, well, sleep's better'n medicine; but no sleepin' this weather if us wants to make home again. Steady! 'Tis freshenin' fast!" He was busy about some matter and she heard him breathing in the darkness and stirring himself.
I told her that it was a statuette of a god named Osiris and very, very ancient, probably quite five thousand years old, a statement at which she smiled a little; also that it came from Egypt. "Ah!" she answered, "is it so? I asked because we have figures that are very like to that one, and they also hold in their hands a staff surmounted by a loop. They are figures of Sleep's brother Death."
Awake and at work, without drowsiness, without languor, and without gloom, the night mind of man is yet not his day mind; he has night-powers of feeling which are at their highest in dreams, but are night's as well as sleep's.
"There's twenty pound, if you'll count it. An' 'tis only a first instalment; for the lad shall have the rest in time, if I live to alter my will." From the farmhouse Dr. Martyn walked boldly up to Stack's Folly with the bundle under his arm: and in twenty minutes had Dan'l rigged up in William Sleep's clothes.
At noon, precisely, Maitland stirred between the sheets for the first time since he had thrown himself into his bed stirred, and, confused by whatever alarm had awakened him, yawned stupendously, and sat up, rubbing clenched fists in his eyes to clear them of sleep's cobwebs.
Then a spirit of drowsiness invaded me. It was not sleep, but sleep's image, or sleep's counterfeit, an uneasy trance, in which a confused vision of tall trees, with their head in the clouds, and very long and very narrow fields, marked off by straight rows of very upright poplars, and large heavy-looking houses, with tall antique roofs, kept marching past, without variety and without end.
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