He made a scanty meal, and endeavoured to rest.

But the excitement of losing the canoe, the long march since, the lack of good food, all tended to render him restless.

Weary, he could not rest, nor move farther.

The time passed slowly, the sun sank, the wind ceased; after an interminable time the stars appeared, and still he could not sleep.

He had chosen a spot under an oak on the green slope.