I lay down along by the tarpaulin; my rug wraps me more closely, and I fall into a deep sleep.
How long have I slept?
Perhaps for three or four hours.

One thing is certain, and that is that it is not yet daylight when I awake.
I rub my eyes, I rise, I go and lean against the rail.
The _Astara_ is not so lively, for the wind has shifted to the northeast.
The night is cold.

I warm myself by walking about briskly for half an hour.

I think no more of my wild beast.

Suddenly remembrance returns to me.