“I have not even been asleep,” replied Byarnie. “I was there on the mountain-top alone, when suddenly in the sky there appeared before my sight this vision, as of men and sledges and dogs moving rapidly across the sky, among the very clouds.”
“Were they all head-down?”
“They were all head-down,” said Byarnie, “which makes the awful vision still more wondrous strange.”
“Bless you, Byarnie, for this news,” cried the doctor. “Hurrah! Byarnie, we are saved! we are saved! Be they Indians, be they savages, they are coming, and we are saved. What you saw, my faithful fellow, was a mirage.”
Chapter Twenty Two.
Meta’s Strange Adventures.
We are back once again in Meta’s cottage in Iceland. There is but little change here since the day Claude bade his betrothed a long farewell.