"I'm a-being froze," returned the boy hoarsely, with his haggard gaze wandering about me, "and then burnt up, and then froze, and then burnt up, ever so many times in a hour. And my head's all sleepy, and all a-going mad-like--and I'm so dry--and my bones isn't half so much bones as pain.

"I'm a-being froze," returned the boy hoarsely, his haggard gaze wandering, "and then burnt up, and then froze, and then burnt up, ever so many times in a hour. And my head's all sleepy - and I'm so dry - and my bones is all pain."
