Excerpt from The Carolina Magazine, Vol. 2: Official Literary Organ of the Student Body of the University of North Carolina; October 7, 1930-May 22, 1931 I awoke in murky darkness with the sensa tion that I was floating on top of a huge balloon filled with water. My resting place was soft, so miserably soft that the slightest movement on my part made me seem to drift down and down into an abyss of waves that strangely dared not drown me. It was a curious, creeping, awful sensation to be there; the more so be cause I knew not nor could I begin to guess where I really was, or how I had come to be there. God! It was dark; the stillness sang into my ears the song of the boiling kettle. Scarcely daring to breathe, I lay there and listened intently, longingly listened for any sound of man, beast, or machine that would prove. To me that I was still in the world. There was only the boiling song of the stillness! I thought of the stars. I recalled having heard that the spheres make music up above the world almost half way to heaven, gasping at the idea that I might be half way to heaven. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.