After a time he lost consciousness, and slept soundly, quite worn out, despite the jolting and creaking of the wheels.
The sound of a trumpet woke him with a start.

His heavy and dreamless sleep for a moment had taken away his memory, and he did not know where he was.

As he sat up two sacks fell from him; the carters had thrown them over him as a protection against the night's dew.

The summer morning was already as bright as noonday, and the camp about him was astir.

In half a minute he came to himself, and getting out of the cart looked round.