CHAPTER XIII.

The author lays in a store against the dark weather--Hears voice--His thoughts thereon--Persuades himself it was a dream--Hears them again--Determines to see if any one lodged in the rock--Is satisfied there is nobody--Observations on what he saw--Finds a strong weed like whip-cord--Makes a dragnet--Lengthens it--Catches a monster--Its description--Makes oil of it