New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-10-20
Saved by a Dream.

Saved by a Dream.
A few years ago man named
bronson, who was an agent for 9 big
seed house, was travelling through
Tennessee making collections for his
house. He had to visit many towns
off the railroads, and in such cases he
secured a horse and buggy or rode
horseback. One night after he had
finished his business in Chattanooga
ne made ready for horseback ride of
fifteen or twenty miles the next day.
Upon retiring to his room for the
night he sat down to smoke cigar.
He was neither overtired nor sleepy,
but after smoking a few minutes he
had what he termed a vision. He
was riding over the country on horse
back, when at the junction of the
roads he was joined by stranger
He saw this man as plainly as one
man can see another in broad day
light, noting the color of his hair and
eyes, and taking particular notice OF
the fact that the horse, which was
gray in color, had ''y" branded on
his left shoulder.
The two rode along together for a
mile or more, and then came to q
spot where a tree had blown down
and fallen across the narrow high.
way. They turned into the woods
to pass the spot, he IN advance, when
he saw the stranger pull pistol and
fire at his back. He felt the bullet
tear into him, reeled and fell from
his horse, and was conscious when
the assassin robbed him and threw
his body further into the woods. He
seemed to see all this, and yet at ths,
same time knew that he was dead.
His corpse was rolled into hollow
and covered with brush, and then the
murderer went away and left him
alone. In making an effort to throw
of the brush the dead man came to
life; that is, the agent threw off the
spell and awoke himself. His cigar
had gone out, and, as near as hs
could calculate, he had been uncon-
scious, as you might call it, for about
fifteen minutes. He was deeply agi.
tated, and it was some time before he
could convince himself that he had
not suffered any injury By and by
he went to bed and slept soundly,
and next morning the remembrance
of what had happened in his vision
had almost faded from his mind.
Luckily for Bronson, he made some
inquiries at the livery stable as ha
went for his horse, and he was told
that it was a lonely road, and that it
would be prudent to 60 armed. But
for this he would have left his revol-
ver In his trunk at the hotel. He set
out on his journey in good spirits, and
found the road 50 romantic, and met
horssmen going to town 50 often that
he reached the junction OF the roads
without having given a serious
thought to his vision. Then every
circumstance was recalled in the NEST
vivid manner. He was Joined BY =
stranger ena gray horse, and man and
beast Tailed exactly with thsse IN the
vision. The man did not, however,
have the look or bearing OF an Evil
minded person. On the contrary, he
seemed to be in Jolly mood, and he
est stranger would have done. He
had no weapons in sight, and he soon
explained that he was going to the vii
lags to which Bronson was bound on
business connected with the law.
The agent could not help but feel as
tonished and startled at the curious
coincidence, but the stranger was so
talkative and friendly that there was
no possible excuse to suspect him. In
decd, as il to prove to his cenpanisa
that hs meditated no evil, he kept
little in advance fer the next han
hour. Brenson's distrust had entire
ly vanished, when turn in the read
brought anobstruction to view. Thoss
was q fallen tree across the highway.
This proof that every point and Cir
oumstance In the vision was being un-
rolled before his eyes gave the agent a
groat shock He was behind the
stranger, and he pulled his revolver
and dropped his hand beside the horse
to conceal it.
"Woh, well!'' said the man, as he
pulled up his horse. The tree must
have toppled over this morning.
Well have to pass around it to the
right
Bronson WAS on the right. The
woods were clear Of underbrush, and
naturally enough he should have been
the first to leave the road, but he
waited.
eco ahead, friend,''' said the stran-
ger, and as if the words had been ad.
dressed to the horse. the animal which
the agent bestn0de started up.
Bronson WAS scarcely out of tho
road before he turned in his saddle.
The stranger had pistol in his right
hand. What followed could not be
clearly related. Bronson slid from
the saddle sts thebullet whMzed passed
him, and second later returned the
fire. Three or foem shots wererapidly
exchanged, and then the would-be-
murderer uttering a yell to show that
he had been hit, wheeled his horse and
galloped off. He had not gone ten
rods when the beast fell under him,
and he kicked his feet from the stir
nups and sprarg into the woods and