The waves rise above our heads. They seem to be we are lost but I am not sure. He nods his consent. The fireball half of it white half azure blue and the size of a ten inch shell moves slowly about the raft but revolving on its own axis with astonishing velocity as if whipped round by the force of the whirlwind. Here it comes there it glides now it is up the ragged stump of the mast thence it lightly leaps on the provision bag descends with a light bound and just skims the powder magazine. Horrible we shall be blown up but no the dazzling disk of mysterious light nimbly leaps aside. It approaches Hans who fixes his blue eye upon it steadily. It threatens the head of my uncle who falls upon his knees with his head down to avoid it. A suffocating smell of nitrogen fills the air it enters the throat it fills the lungs. We suffer stifling pains. And how odd the directions will look. Poor Alice. It was the white rabbit returning splendidly dressed with a pair of white kid gloves in one hand and a large fan in the other. He came trotting along in a great hurry muttering to himself as he came. Oh the Duchess the Duchess oh won't she be savage if I've kept her waiting. Alice took up the fan and gloves and as the hall was very hot she kept fanning herself all the time she went on talking. Dear dear how queer everything is to day and yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I've been changed in the night. I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. I'll try if I know all the things I used to know. I shall never get to twenty at that rate.