Away up in the sky I could see a hawk slowly swimming about (in his element as I was in mine), and nearer at hand, indeed fairly in the thicket about the pond, I could hear a wood-thrush singing.
And so, shaking the water out of my hair and swimming with long and leisurely strokes, I returned to the sand-bank, and there, standing in a spot of warm sunshine, I dried myself with the towel from my bag.

And I said to myself: "Surely it is good to be alive at a time like this!" Slowly I drew on my clothes, idling there in the sand, and afterward I found an inviting spot in an old meadow where I threw myself down on the grass under an apple-tree and looked up into the shadowy places in the foliage above me.

I felt a delicious sense of physical well-being, and I was pleasantly tired.
So I lay there--and the next thing I knew, I turned over, feeling cold and stiff, and opened my eyes upon the dusky shadows of late evening.

I had been sleeping for hours! The next few minutes (or was it an hour or eternity ?), I recall as containing some of the most exciting and, when all is said, amusing incidents in my whole life.

And I got quite a new glimpse of that sometimes bumptious person known as David Grayson.
The first sensation I had was one of complete panic.