Beyond the fact that I seemed in a yellow world--a bright orange yellow--my eyes did not help me, and I lay vaguely wondering about it all, till the rocking ceased.

There was another bump, and then the yellow world seemed to come to an end; and as the daylight streamed in upon me I fainted again.

This time, when I awoke to consciousness, things were clearer.

I was stretched by a little stream.

A native woman was sprinkling my face and washing the blood from my wounds; while another, who had with my own knife cut off my coat and shirt, was tearing the latter into strips to bandage my wounds.