as, at that
time, as red as a carrot, by reason of the sun shining full on its tip.
But why attempt to describe Peter's thoughts? Here they are--such as
they were--for the reader to make what he can out of them.

"Heigh ho! comfortable now--jolly--what a place! How I hate mountains--
climbing them--dreadful!--Like 'em to lie on, though--sun, I like your
jolly red-hot face--Sunday! wonder if's got to do with sun--p'raps--
twinkle, twinkle, little sun, how I wonder--oh, what fun!--won't I have
sich wonderful tales--tales--tails--stories are tails--stick 'em on the
end of puppy-dogs, and see how they'd look--two or three two-legged
puppies in the office--what a difference now!--no ink-bottles, no
smashings, no quills, plenty of geese, though, and grouse and hares--
what was I thinking about? Oh, yes--the office--no scribbles--no
stools, no desks, No-vember--dear me, that's funny! No-vember--what's a
vember? Cut him in two can't join him again--no--no--snore!"

At this point Peter's thoughts went out altogether in sleep, leaving the
happy youth in peaceful oblivion. He started suddenly after an hour's
nap, under the impression that he was tumbling over a precipice.

To give a little scream and clutch wildly at the heather was natural.
He looked round. The sun was still hot and high. Scratching his head,
as if to recall his faculties, Peter stared vacantly at the sandwiches
which lay beside him on a piece of old newspaper. Gradually his hand
wandered towards them, and a gleam of intelligence, accompanied by a
smile, overspread his countenance as he conveyed one to his lips.
Eating seemed fatiguing, however. He soon laid the remnant down, drew
the plaid over him, nestled among the heather, and dropped into a heavy
sleep with a sigh of ineffable comfort.

When Peter again woke up, the sun was down, and just enough of light
remained to show that it was going to be an intensely dark night. Can
anyone describe, can anyone imagine, the state of Peter's feelings?
Certainly not! Peter, besides being youthful, was, as we have said, an
extremely timid boy. He was constitutionally afraid of the dark, even
when surrounded by friends. What, then, were his sensations when he
found himself on the mountain alone--_lost_! The thought was horror!
Peter gasped; he leaped up with a wild shout, gazed madly round, and
sank down with a deep groan. Up he sprang again, and ran forward a few
paces. Precipices occurred to him--he t