Beldin was lazily dreaming about his new location. There was no sleep
for the weary wizard.
That incessant song keeps ringing in my ears. "I crave rest!
Do these silly treasure seekers not realize my ultimate plan? Sleep,
rest, rejuvenation. Let me be." Beldin awoke with a start.
The swirling green led Beldin farther downstream. On the left,
he spied an elbow shaped tree, high off the ground. "Too much like
that hanging tree," he thought. He drifted farther along, to a place
where the trail is interrupted by a severed tree on both sides of the
path. Standing between these detached limbs, he spied another "V" tree
at 140 degrees. "There, there, high up on the hill, buried in that V-
tree under a rock, I will hide and sleep, perchance to dream."
In the place between sleep and life, Beldin wandered. His mind
recalled his journey thus far. How interesting and joyous he was for
his new voyage. "Another patch for these pants," he thought. Charles
Caleb Colton said, "Much may be done in those little shreds and patches
of time which every day produces, and which most men throw away." For
my treasure seekers a new journal to keep them content and now sleep.