Roughing it, Part 4 by Mark Twain — Read

I do not know how long I was in a state of forgetfulness, but it seemed an age. A vague consciousness grew upon me by degrees, and then came a gathering anguish of pain in my limbs and through all my body. I shuddered. The thought flitted through my brain, "this is death -- this is the hereafter."

Then came a white upheaval at my side, and a voice said, with bitterness: