I wondered who this could be that was attending to my wants with such gentle care. My first thought was of Meda; I thought she must have followed me up into the clouds and was now nursing me; but no, that was not the case, those hands were not hers. I began now to think of Meda. What a curious creature she was, with her large head, and big chest! How did I ever love her? What queer people I had been with! And how cruel they had been to me to send me off to the skies in the way they did! But, after all. I thought it was a good thing they did so, as it got me clear away from Meda. Oh, how cruel was this thought! Poor Meda! did she love me? I certainly loved her; but somehow I have changed. I wonder where I am?
"Then I began thinking of my early life, my first life, my first love, my Mary, my own wife! I tried several times to speak, but could not. The moisture was kindly and regularly applied to my lips; I got more strength; I managed to mutter the word 'Mary,' and to my great delight
