Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-12-22
PREMONITORY DREAMS.
A Couple of Strange Instances.

w sne cutiaHd Ifiln, LII the north OF
Scotland, where passengers who were go
Ing TO cross TO the Orkneys usually spent
the night. The gentleman, whom We
viii call Dir. Mac T., was the owner of a
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 MS property. It was i clustering
stormy night, bat that only made more
pleasant the cigar and the glass of whis-
KEY, and the crack ing wood fire by
which Mac t. sat chatting with the land
lord. who WIS an old friend both of his
father and himself, and who was
proud OF entertaining the 't7oung laird. ,
as be called hin, with his widest tales of
adventure on tie sea. They did not, how
ever, sit late, for the Orkney packer sailed
very early IN the morning, and Mac 7.
soon found himself III his COSY, welL-ap-
pointed little bedroom. The winQ was
chanting q grand Berserker melody. ana
the sea was roaring deep bass ac-
compartment. Mac T. loved those sounds
for they had often been the lullaby of
his childhood, and soon fell asleep.
For some hours he slept without an
image or q thought reaching his mind;
but at length, when the morning was
ghmmering gray III the east, strange
dream came TO trouble him. He dreamt
that he was in the ancient banQuctlne-
nail of his OLD house il the Mainland, sit
ting at the head Of a very long table. The
h,tI
most ruin, but in kis dream Mac T.
saw it hung with tapestry and blazing
with hundred lights The table was
yell fll4d on both sides, and he thought
he glanced curiouSly down its length to
see who his guests were. As he looked
he sh0ddered 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-hared man
in a dress of skins, who was Morse chief
tain, the founder of the family. It seem
ed 20 him that he sat for some minuto3 as
II spell-bounc, while the speches muir
INJURED together in low, hollow tones. st
length they all rose, and Slowly, one by
one, in turn. let the hall. But before
they went, each one paused at the door,
and turning. raised his hand in q warn
ING attitude, fixed his eyes on Mac T.,
and said, IN deep voice, the word Be
Ware'
"The packet starts in twenty minutes
4
ing Mac z suddenly from sleep. Con-
fused at first. yet soon remembering
where be was, he sprang cut of bed and
began hurrledlY to dress himself BENG
oad sailor, his first glance was natural
iY enough at he sea, close to which the
inn stood. The wind had risen ia the
night. Jhe waves thunoered on the
shore, ana the little Orkney packet was
| tossed up and down like limpet shell.
As he gazed, his strange dream rose up
with sudden distinctness before Mac T'e
nina. He was infected with good deal
Of thorough Scotch superstition Besides
he did not much like the looks of'the sea
and SO be resolved not TO go till to NOR
row. That day the Orkney packet was
lost with every man on board, and Mac T
and his little wife, who was LETT at homt
with the babies, had to thank that warn
ing dream tor his lie.
The other instance we have to tell ia
quite as singular Many years ago the
Rev Mr.. n held q small living IN the
widest part OF West Somerset. The par
ish church stood on bleak hillside. and
Mr.. N, who wa q bachelor, lodged 10
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 attachm ant with
Jack Townsend, the cIe7erest 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,
Come out On to the hillsidew 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 a
q dream, he composed himself once more
TO sleep. But scarcely had he closed his
eyes when Mary vas again there, calling
to him to come out on TO the hillside.
Seven several times he tried to sleep, and
seven times the phantom came back, al
ways with the same cry.
At length, mastered by an almost ire
sistible impulse, he rose, dressed himself,
and went out on the hill He walked
some distance but coui1 see nothing ex-
cept the heather bells waving in the
moonlight; could hear nothing but a dis
tant sheep-bell 1inkling softiy, and the
stream warbling below in the velley.
He was Just going back, when suddenly
a shrill cry reached him, seeming to
come from neighboring combe Hurry
ing in that direction, he saw at the bot,
tom of the combe two figures, those OF a
man and woman, apparently struge ling
wit, each o her AS he drew near, the
man ran away and the woman fell TO the
ground. When he came up ne found that
it was Mary. She had only tainted, and
1e soon brought her to herself. Then by
degrees she confessed to MIN that her
lover had persuaded her to meet him that
night in the combo, bringing with her
small sum of money which she had
saved from early childhood by laying By
little gifts of friends and relations, and
which, according to the custom common
among her class in that day, she had
kept in an old stocking instead of the
pank. Townsend had promised TO elope
with her. and marry her. aud as she
loved him, and her father would not al
low the match, she had consented to go
But when he met her, had tried to rob
her of her money. She had resisted, and