hill

A ditto prairie. The vault of heaven. The wide, shoreless ocean. A cataract. Fireworks. The stars. A burning forest. Looking at his nose. Wishing himself asleep. Rubbing his forehead. Lying on his back, do. do. right side. do. do. left side. do. do. face. And about seventy-nine other methods, which need not be mentioned, for the simple reason that they were all equally useless. At last he gave up in despair, and rising
up he sat on the side of the bed, with his feet dangling down, and looked around. The moon had risen, and was shining into the room. By its light he could see the outline of the beds. Around
him there ascended a choral harmony composed of snores of every degree, reach