The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1869-09-23

ed his wrist away from me, l saw the
hatchet flash above my head, and felt in
stantly dull blow on my forehead
fell back on the ground, numbness
spread from my head over my body, a
warm liquid flowed down upon my face
and into my mouth, and l remember the
taste was of blood, and my climbs were
ioosed. Then thought | was suspend
ed IN the air few feet above nv BODY.
l could see myself, as if in glass, living
on the back, the hatchet sticking in the
head, and the ghastliness of death gradu-
ally spreading over the face. 1 noticed
especially that the wound made by the
hatchet was in the centre of the forehead,
at right angles to and divided equally by
the line of the hair. | heard the weeping
of friends-at first loud, then growing
fainter and fading away into silence. A
delightful sensation of sweet repose, with
out feeling of fatie ieue-precisely like that
which / experienced years ago at Cape
May, when beginning to drown-crept
over me. | heard exquisite music-the
air was full of rare peffume-I sank Upon
bed of downy soitness-when, with a
start, | awoke. The fire still smouldered
in the CRATE; my watch told me had not
been more than half an hour asleep.
Early the next morning joined an in
innate friend, with whom l spent much of
my time, to accompany him, as was my
daily custom, to the law school. We
| talked for a moment of various topics,
when suddenly he interrupted me with the
! Nn.lr hot Iah h,I i I
me the night before.
Tell me- 1 asked, "what was il -
81 fell asleep he said, ''about twelve,
and Immediately dreamed that was pass
| ing through a narrow street, when heard
noise and cries of murder. Hurrying in
! the direction of the noise, saw you lying
on your back, fighting with a rough la
boring man who held you down. IrusbeG
/ forward, but as | reached you he struck
you ou The head with Ratchet and killed
you instantly. Many of our friends were
there, anil we cried bitterly In mo-
/ ment | awoke, and so vivid had been the
/ dream that my cheeks were wet with tears.
''What sort Of a man was hep | asked.
| CA thick set man, in a flannel shirt and
rough trousers his head was uncombed
and lis beard grizzled and of a few days
growth
Within a week was in Burlington, n.
j. | called at friends house.
! "My husband" said my friends wife
/ to me, chad such horrid dream about
you the other night. He dreamed that a
man killed you in a street flight. He ran
| to help you, but before he reached the spot
your enemy had killed you with great
/ club"
ooh, no." cried her husband across the
room, ''he killed you with hatchet.''
may add that these friends of mine
were personally unknown to each other
The first one Tin New York; dreamed that
| he was foremost to reach the scene; the
other that he was one cf the number who
| followed-both of which points conceded
with my own dream.
These are the circumstances as recall
them. | remembered the remark of old
Artaphernes, that dreams are often the
result of train of thought started by con-
versation or reading, or the incidents of
waking time, but [ could recall nothing,
nor could either of my friends cas-. any
circumstance ''ihat ever they had read,
or had ever heard by tale or history in
which they could trace the origin of this
remarkable dream. Yours, -.
-s S