in a variety of scenesit was always blowing in my dream. At
lengthI lost that feeble hold upon realityand was engaged with two
dear friendsbut who they were I don't knowat the siege of some
town in a roar of cannonading.
The thunder of the cannon was so loud and incessantthat I could not
hear something I much desired to hearuntil I made a great exertion
and awoke. It was broad day - eight or nine o'clock; the storm raging
in lieu of the batteries; and someone knocking and calling at my door.
'What is the matter?' I cried.
'A wreck [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! Close by [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!'
I sprung out of bedand askedwhat wreck?
'A schoonerfrom Spain or Portugalladen with fruit and wine. Make
hastesirif you want to see her [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! It's thoughtdown on the beach
she'll go to pieces every moment.'
The excited voice went clamouring along the staircase; and I wrapped
myself in my clothes as quickly as I couldand ran into the street.
Numbers of people were there before meall running in one direction
to the beach. I ran the same wayoutstripping a good manyand
soon came facing the wild sea.
The wind might by this time have lulled a littlethough not more
sensibly than if the cannonading I had dreamed ofhad been
diminished by th
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