The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1836-1851, 1841-08-18
A SINGULAR STORY.

A SINGULAR STORY.
The following singular story we extract
from Letters from.the Coast of Clare" in
the Dublin University Magazine. The
supernatural part we leave for the reader
to interpret:
"a gang ofmen attacked the house of
MIR. C-and murdered him in most
barbarous way. They then proceeded to
search for money, which they imagined
was concealed in the house, but mot find.
ing as much as they expected, they seized
on the housekeeper and held her down on
tho hot bars ofthe CRATE to compel her to
acknowledge where the treasure was hid
den.
"Several weeks passed away, and all eff.
forts to discover the perpetrators of this
horrible crime were un vaiing. Mr.. c.
the brother Of the murdered man, was
unceasing in his exertions, but to no pur-
pose; he failed in finding even a clue
which might lead to their discovery.
"One night, wearied and harrasscd he
retired forest. His mind was full of the
sad subject that occupied itnow complete
Iy-the untlmely fate Of his brother-and
for some time he could not sleep. AT last,
however, he sunk into sllmbcr, nddream-
ed that the door of his room was slowly
opened, his brother entered, and, ap-
preaching the bedside, gael earnestly at
him. :.
You are searching for the men who
have murdered me- he said at last, in low,
solemn voice: rise from your bed, dress
yourself and 90 out. Take the Charlie
vile road, and you will soon discover
those You are in quest Of.
"The sleeper awnke greatly agtatcd.
and told the dream to his wifa. She en-
dcavored to relieve his distress Ivy repre-
senting it as the natural result of his excl
ted feelings, andurged him to try and com
pose himself to sleep again. He did 50,
but repose had scarcely revisited his eye
lids, when once more the form of his mur-
dered brother stood beside him.
Are you sleeping quietly there, he said,
while those who shed my blood are walk
ing at large and unpunished! Is this the
end ofall the love you professed FIR your
brother! Do you refuse to grant my re.
quest!'
"'No,' exclaimed the other, starting up
and preparing to leave his bed, when the
entreaties of his wife detained him. His
mind was so much disturbed, and the i'm
preston from the dream so strong this
time, that she had considerable difficulty
in dssuading him from yielding to the i'm
pulse of what she conceived his overhead
ed imagination. AT last, however, she
succeeded in soothing him into some de-.
gree of calmness; he began to think with
her that his dreams were caused by ankle
ty and fatigue, and making an effort to
shake off the feelings they had left, after
some time, fell asleep again.
"But not long was his rest undisturbed.
He awoke more agitated than ever, and
exclaiming that he could resist no longer,
he got out of bed and commenced dressing
himself His brother, he said. had appear
ed to him third time, and reproached
him with such angry vehemence for not
following his directions, that he was now
determined to. do SO.
"It was a dark and stormy night. Mr..
c. walked on for about mile on the
Charlevie road; all was silent and still;
and as the cool night wind began to pro-
duce its effect on his fevered mind, the i'm
preston of the dream Wore of. He re-
solvedtogve up what now seemed TO him
foolish pursuit, and was about to retrace
his steps home when rustling noise ina
field attracted his attention. The osiers
belonged to him, aud thinking that some
one had come ethere to steal them, and had
concealed himself at the sound of ap-
preaching footsteps, he ran towards the
the place from whence the noise proceed
ed, calling outleudIy tothetheif. ~.
ls."'The Lord be between us and harmp
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