The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1878-12-25

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FREMONT ORYDREAMS.
A Couple Of Strange Instances.
One winter evening, about fifty years
ago, post-chaise. with single gentle
man inside 1t, drove up to the little inn
on the Pentland Firth. in the north of
Scotland, where passengers who were 60
ing to cross to the Orkneys usually spent
the night. The gentleman, whom We
will call Mr.. Mac T., was the owner of
large estate, and an old house which had
belonged to his family for hundreds of
years, in the Mainland, or chief of the
Orkney Islands, and was now about TO
visit his property. It was clustering,
stormy night, but that only made more
pleasant the cigar and the glass of whis-
key, and the cracking wood fire by
which Mac T. sat chatting with the land
lord. who wss an old friend both of his
father and himself, and who was
proud of entertaining the 'syoung laird"
as he called him, with his widest tales of
adventure on the sea. They did not, how
ever, sit late, for the Orkney packet sailed
very early in the morning, and Mac T.
soon found himself in his cosy, we'll ap-
pointed little bedroom. The wilma was
chanting a grand Berserker melody, and
the sea was roaring deep bass &C.
compartment. Mac T. loved those sounds
for they had often been the lullaby of
bis childhood, and soon fell asleep.
For some hours he slept without an
image or thought reaching his mind /;
but at length, when the morning was
gllmmering gray in the east, strange
dream came to trouble him. He dreamt
that he was in the ancient banqueting-
hall afhis old ho1e e in the Mainland, sit
ting At the hcad0f very long fable. The
banqueting-hali was now in reality al
most ruin. but in his dream Mac T.
saw it hung with tapestry and blazing
with hundred lights. The table was
we'll filled on both sides, and he thought
he glanced curiously down its length to
| see who his guests were. As he looked
he shuddered in his dream. Those who
sat at table with him were all dead an
cestors for many generations back. He
| knew their faces and dresses we'll from
their portraits in the picture gallery.
| Next to him sat his own father, who had
| died about year before. And at the
| bottom of the table sat fair haired man
in dress of skins, who was Morse chief
tain, the founder of the family. 1t seem
ed to him that he sat for some minutes as
| if spell-bound, while the spectres muir
INJURED together in low, hollow tones. At
length they all rose, and slowly, one by
| one, in turn. lett the hall. But before
they went, each one paused at the door,
| and turning, raised his hand in warn
ing attitude, fixed his eyes on Mac IT,,
and said, in deep voice, the word ''Be-
ware!"
'sThe packet starts in twenty minutes
| sir" cried loud voice at the door, rous-
ing Mac T. suddenly from sleep. Con-
fused at first. yet soon remembering
where he was, he sprang out of bed and
| began hurriedly to dress himself. Being
bad sailor, his first glance was natural
| ly enough at the sea, close to which the
inn stood. The wind had risen in the
night. The waves Numbered on the
shore, ana the little Orkney packet was
tossed up and down like impet shell.
As he gazed, his strange dream rose up
with sudden distinctness before Mac rs
mind. He was infected with a good deal
of thorough Scotch superstition. Besides.
he did not much like the looks of the sea,
and so he resolved not to 60 till to.mor-
row. That day the Orkney packet was
lost with every man on board, and Mac T.
and his little wife, who was left at home
with the babies, had to thank that warn
ing dream tor hislife.
| The other instance we have to tell is
| quite as singular. Many years ago the
Rev Mr.. N. held a small living in the
! widest part Of West Somerset. The par
ish church stood or. a bleak hillside, and
Mr.. N, who was a bachelor, lodged in
the farmhouse close to it. Among his
small flock there was no one in whom the
clergyman took more interest than in
Mary the pretty daughter of the farmer, his
Landlord. When Mary was about TWEEN
! ty, Mr.. N. was much troubled by finding
| that she mad formed an attachment with
Jack Townsend, the cleverest workman
and the most worthless fellow on the
farm.
One autumn night the clergyman
dreamed that Mary stood at his Bedside,
and cried out in an imploring voice,
l"Come out on to the hillsidep' The i'm
preston left on his mind on waking was
so distinct that, if he had not known the
door was locked so that no one could en-.
ter the room, he would have thought
Mary must in reality have been there
Feeling, however, sure that it was only q
9 dream, he composed himself once more
to sleep. But scarcely he'd he closed his
eyes when Mary was again there, calling
to him to come out on to the hillside
Seven several times he tried to sleep, and