A half hour having passed without any internal disturbance, he fell to and ate fully a pint.  There was not much nourishment in them, but they seemed to serve his purpose very well, and when he resumed his wandering, he felt somewhat like a giant refreshed with new wine.

As it seemed useless to lay out any definite line to follow, Fred made no attempt to do so, believing he was as likely to reach the ravine by aimless traveling as by acting upon any theory of his own as to the location of the place he desired to reach.  This he continued to do until the afternoon was about half spent.  He was still plodding along, with some hope of success, when he became aware of a sickness stealing over him.  The thought of the berries, and the fear that he had been poisoned, gave him such a shock that the slight nausea was greatly intensified, and he reclined upon the ground in the hope that it would soon pass over.

Instead of doing so, he grew worse, and he stretched out upon the ground, firmly persuaded that his last hour had came.  He was deathly pale, and had he espied a cougar peering over the corner of the rock, he would n’t have paid him the least attention—­no, not if there had been a dozen of them!

What alarmed Fred as much as anything was some of the accompaniments of his trouble.  As he laid his head upon the ground, it seemed to him that he could catch the faint sound of falling water, just as if there was a little cascade a mile away, and the gentle wind brought him the soft, musical cadence.  Then, too, when he flung himself upon the ground, it gave forth a hollow sound, such as he had never heard before.  Several times he banged his heel against the earth, and the same peculiarity was noticed.

All this the poor fellow took as one of the accompaniments of the poisoning, and as additional proof that he was beyond hope.  He rolled upon the ground in misery, and wondered whether he would have his mind about him when the last dreadful moment should come; but after a half hour or more had passed, and he was still himself, he began to feel a renewal of hope.

“It may be that I ate too many of them,” he reflected, as he found himself able to sit up, “and there’s nothing poisonous about them, after all.  If that’s so, I’ve got a good meal, anyway, and know where to get another.”

It was nearly dark, and, as he was still weak, he concluded to spend the night where he was.

A rod or so away was a dense clump of bushes, which seemed to offer an inviting shelter, and he gained his feet with the intention of walking to them.  He had taken no more than a couple of steps, however, when such a dizziness overcame him that he sank at once to the ground, and stretched out for relief.  It was a case of poisoning beyond question, but not of a dangerous nature; and Fred had about time to lie flat when he experienced a grateful relief.

“I guess I’ll stay here a while,” he muttered, recalling his experience.  “I can crawl in among the bushes in the night, if I find it getting cold, or any rain falls.”