A current of cool air was passing over the face of the rock, I conclude, for, to my no small satisfaction, I discovered that I was alive, and could very speedily sit up.  The spectacle which met my sight, however, was terrific in the extreme.  Far as the eye could reach, the whole country was in a blaze, the flames crackling and hissing as they fiercely attacked clump after clump of the tall tussac grass, while the ground over which they had passed was charred and blackened, the globular masses of the bog balsam glowing with fervent heat.  The flames also still burned brightly close round us, and I saw no means by which we could escape from our position.  As soon as I had collected my thoughts, I remembered my companion.  I found a few drops of spirits and water in our flask.  I poured them down his throat.  He looked up.