10 A.M
. . So maundering , I fell forward upon my face , and for twenty-three hours , the living undistinguished from the dead , I slept there . * * * * * I was awakened by drizzle , leapt up , looked at a silver chronometer which , attached by a leather to my belt , I carried in my breeches-pocket , and saw that it was 10 A.M. . The sky was dark , and a moaning wind -- almost a new thing now to me -- had arisen . I ate some pemmican , for I had a reluctance -- needless as it turned out -- to touch any of the thousand luxuries here , sufficient no doubt , in a town like Dover alone , to last me five or six hundred years , if I could live so long ; and , having eaten , I descended The Shaft , and spent the whole day , though it rained and blustered continually , in wandering about . Reasoning , in my numb way , from the number of ships on the sea , I expected to find the town over-crowded with dead : but this was not so ; and I should say , at a venture , that not a thousand English , nor fifteen thousand foreigners , were in it : for that westward rage and stampede must have operated here also , leaving the town empty but for the ever new-coming hosts .