So he lined his swinging-bed with such dried grasses as he could find, and nestling in it tried to sleep.

For hours this was impossible.

The forest about him was filled with strange rattlings, dashings, and other indescribable sounds.

He was also cold and hungry.

But at length he lost consciousness of his unhappy position, and drifted into troubled dreams.
When next he awoke the sun was shining, and there was a confusion of voices close at hand.