"I found myself sitting alone with the old lady, and so, putting my
carpet bag under my head, and drawing my shawl about me, I lay down
too. This was a signal for extinguishing the light; but before that,
I had marked a road, where I thought I might possibly pass out
between the sleepers should I need fresh air. There was no sleep for
me; and the swarms of fleas made me so uncomfortable, that before
midnight I found my way out, and remained as long as the cold air of
that November night allowed, and so passed out and in several times
during the night. I watched long for the morning, and at length it
came, and the sleepers, one by one, arose. They all hoped I had
slept well, and I could not tell them I had not, for they had given
me the best they had, and told me again and again how glad they were
that I had come, and hoped their house would always be mine when I
came that way. There was a proposal for breakfast, but the morning
was so fine that I suggested to Mr. Stocking that a carpet bag
sometimes furnished a very good breakfast.

"We did enjoy that ride very much after a sleepless night. The road
was often only a narrow path on the edge of a precipice, and such as
I had never passed over before; but I thanked my God at every step
for the pure, fresh air of those mountains. As we approached the
village, hid away among the cliffs, and in such a narrow spot that
houses were placed one above another on the terraced hill-side, one
of our attendants insisted on riding forward, and we were not
greatly surprised to find a crowd ready to welcome us. One and
another cried out, 'Senum wants you to go to Zechariah's.' So to
Zechariah's we went, and there was my pupil, waiting with open arms
to receive me. She took me from my horse, exclaiming, 'Is it true
that you have come? I have heard where you staid last night, and I