Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1851-10-09
A True Story.
BY C. d. STUART.

ANOA HhhI yS"'o JSNN5 'NNf
a poor farmer, living near erich Church, tancied,
or rather dreamed, that if he would go up to
London, by way of London bridge, no would
find fortune. Now, London was a great way
from erich Church, especially to poor lad, ig-
norant Of geography and travel, and living Ill
all age before railroads. So he put away the
strange dream from his mind and yet again
and again it returned, until the poor lad became
so excited that he could no longer delay visiting
London. But he had told no one of his dream, !.
nor of his intention to go to London, for he "
knew every one would rIdicule the dssga
Biz fat!ssI. gcnI laasshi
don on SO foolish an eIrand so he kept his oS
secret and counsel, and, early one pleasant MORN
ing, set out on his adventure. 1t was weary
long way, but he footed 1t bravely, only resting
by day to eat the simple meal OF bread and cheese
he had provided in his small pack, and rest
ing by night wherever road side shelter offered.
AT last he came in sight of London. Our
poor lad was not little bewdered by the great
show of St. Pauls Church, the London Column
and Tower, with many other marvellous 81 ghls,
but uppermost in his mind was his dream and
he wondered how London bridge could be con-
nected with the fortune of one SO humble as
he. BY dint Of persevering inquiry, he found
the bridge, determined to cross the Thames in
no other way, Once on the bridge, he looked
on every side, but no fortune appeared. He
only saw crowds of people going to and fro,
never minding him. Faint with travel and
modification, having for hours walked up and
down the bridge he was turning his face home
ward, satisfied that his dream was, like all other
dreams, cheat, when ragged boy, of his own
size, accosted him with,
"What for are you searching London bridge
all day? have you lost bob ?" meaning a small
coin.
"Nay," said the dreamer, ~ have come up
here, because dreamed if went to London
Bridge, should find my fortune."
80, ha !" replied the ragged stranger, if |
were to follow all my dreams should have had
dozen fortunes long ago. 1t was only last
night dreamed that if would go to Chuck
stone Cross, and dig under it, | should hnd a
bag of gold; but blame me if believe in
dreams, besides don't know if th6se is such
place as Chuckstone Cross in the world"
The dreamer caught sudden light from this
confession, and, without more ado, bidding the
stranger boy goodbye, strobe back for CAyGks
for" SAID he to himself, "perhaps this isiGhe
fortune was to find on London bridge" Hope
made his feet light and he was soon at Chuck
stone Cross. When night came, and all. was
still, he crept from his bed, in his fathers house
and stealing out slyly to the cross, he fell t.
work, removing the stone, and digging up thu
: hard earth. 1t was not long before he strucl
upon something chnky, and directly out came
a fine bag of gold pieces, in all many thousant
pounds.
Thus the poor lad, obeying his persistent
: dream, found his fortune; and beyond all doubt
all our former specuations to the contrary not.
= withstanding, the cross was originally erected
by the person or persons who buried the gold
as they naturally conjectured cross the last
thing likely to be disturbed, while it was good
and durable mark over their deposit. But, tho
J the fortune was found by following dream In
this instance, we doubt whether it is safe OIL
l we'll to trust much in dreams, since dreams are
generally shadows of ideas Of our waking houri
mere phantoms of our own conjuration still
if any OF our readers do dream persistently, lei
them be careful how they reveal them to others
as the ragged Londoner did to the poor country
lad who found what, with more curiosity and Sc
cretiveness, might have been another's fortune
9 under Chuckstone WhtneyS Republic