five o'clock in the
morning
I may call to mind what seemed to me a great and toilsome journey , but so commingled with the visions of my fever that I knew not whether it had taken hours , days , or weeks , and of which I may remember almost nothing . After that I have a memory of tossing upon a pallet which was both rough and hard , of a darkened and silent room , and of people coming and going and talking in whispers . Then one morning I awoke as though from a deep sleep , and felt that the heat of the fever had left me , though mightily weak and weary . This awakening must have happened betwixt four and five o'clock in the morning , for the mat which hung at the door had been raised , and a cool and refreshing breeze swept through the mud hut . I lay for a long time looking out of the door towards which my couch was facing , and through which I could see hillocks of gray sand intermingled with rich and luxuriant vegetation ; beyond , the rim of the ocean stretched like a black thread against the gray sky . I gave no thought to anything , but lay quite still , feeling mighty peaceful and quiet . By-and-by I turned mine eyes and saw that some one sat beside me , and that it was Mr. White .