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Mulany, John V. (ed.) / The Wisconsin literary magazine
Vol. V, No. 3 (December 1907)

Cochrane, Ava L.
On the wings of a dream,   pp. 130-131

Page 130

                      AVa L. Cochrane
 15RAYTON lay staring at the stars above his head. No
 V sound broke the stillness save the call of a night bird
 far away in the woods, and the heavy breathing of his cap-
 tors, near at hand. Tired after their day's labor and con-
 fident that their prisoner was secure, they had fallen asleep,
 leaving him alone to await the dawn of the morning-his last
   The pain of his wounded arm, which had troubled him so
 at first, was all gone now. A great numbness had settled
 upon his body and a great peace upon his soul. He was
 not suffering any more. He was only very, very weary.
   The events of the day seemed as far away, dim and unreal
 as an almost forgotten dream. He could see, as something in
 the far past, the little camp in the wilderness; the surprise in
 the early morning; the short, sharp fight; 'the death of Hal-
 dear old Hal who had always laughed at the idea of Indians;
 his own capture, and the long, weary march over the white-
 hot sand, then the pain and the awful thirst, and now the
 night, and the stars and the stillness.
   Yes, it must be a dreaml He stirred restlessly and tried
to rise, but he was bound fast with heavy leather thongs, and
he could not break them. No, it was not a dream!
  He lay still again, for a long time, trying to make it seem
real, then his mind wandered back to days that had been, in
a life that was not a dream, to joyous, care-free days in a
far away land of sunshine. And finally he must have fallen
asleep, for it was a very long time after that he became con-
scious of someone moving outside the barrier that surrounded
  Presently a dark figure appeared at the opening of the
little enclosure where he lay, and someone slipped noiseless-
ly over the prostrate forms of the sleeping guards. Then

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