The cabin was upholstered and painted in clean white, and an electric globe emerged from the ceiling.
He was next conscious of cold, and instinctively leaned forward to draw the quilt farther over his knees.

Then, with a flash, he remembered, and, in spite of the cold, was out of bed in a moment, kneeling on the couch and peering out through the curtains.
At first he could see nothing at all.

There was but an unfathomable gulf beyond the glass.

He stood up on the couch, and drawing the curtains behind his head to shut out the light, he once more stared out.

Then he began to see.
At first he could see nothing at all.