to the east and died away into a murmur. The ensuing silence made me suddenly conscious that a cowbell’s musical tinkling had been going on all the time.
    Definite sounds now ceased; the town had fallen asleep, a train had roared thru the valley and disappeared and died away; Now came the time of imaginary sounds. I wrapped myself in my blanket and lay looking up at a single star overhead. The slightest stirring of the wind became converted into alarming sounds that startled me out of any tendency to sleep:
    The night proved endless – I awoke every few minutes The hardness of my bed caused me to awaken every few minutes; ages seemed to pass. A passing train awoke me; a passing breeze that a breeze that sent a chill thru me, I thought was the morning breeze, the moon was dying in a cloudbank to the west. I looked at my watch – it was only three