The Globe-republican., 1890-02-05

Iwoke up and reflected long apon the
curious and singularly vivid dream, and
finally muttered to myself: ''This-this
is becoming serious"
l fell asleep again, and again dream
ed the same dream, without single va
ration. l slept no more, but tossed
restlessly in bed, and longed for day
light. And when it came wandered
forth. and descended to the wide plain
in the crater. l said to myself: Il am
not superstitious, but if there is any
thing in that dying woman's prophecy,
am the instrument appointed to un-
veil this ancient mystery" AS walked
along, 1 even half expected to see my
solemn guide step out from some nook
in the lofty wall, and beckon me to come
on. At last, when reached the place
where had first seen him in my dream,
1 recognized every surrounding object,
and there, winding down among the
blocks and fragments of lava, saw the
very trail had traversed in my vision!I
resolved to traverse it again, come what
might. wondered if, in my unreal jour
ney, 1 had ''blazed" my way, SO that it
would stand the test of stern reality;
and thus wondering, chill went to my
heart when l came to the first stony
projection had broken of in my dream,
and saw the first new fracture, and the
dismembered fragment lying on the
ground! My curiosity rose and banished
Ill l II oc%
the rugged road would allow me. I
looked for my other ''blazes," and found
them; found the cleft in the wall; recOg-
nized all its turnings; walked in the
light that ascended from the glowing
furnaces visible far below; sweated in
the close, hot atmosphere, and breathed
the sulphurous smoke-and at last l
stood hundreds of feet beneath the peaks
of Kilanea in the ruined chamber, and
in the presence of the mysterious bowl
der!
''This is no dream" said; ''this is
revelation from the realm of the super
natural; and it becomes not me to lon
ger reason, conjecture, suspect but
blindly to obey the impulses given
me by the unseen power that guides
me-"
l moved with slow and reverent step
toward the stone and bore against it.
1t yielded perceptibly to the pressure.
1 brought my full weight and strength
to bear, and surged against it. 1t yield
ed again, but was so enfeebled by my
toilsome journey that l could not over
throw it. l rested a little, and then
raised an edge of the bowlder by
strong, steady push, and placed
small stone under it to keep it from
sinking back to its place. l rested
again, and then repeated the process.
Before long, had added third prop,
and had got the edge of the bowlder
considerably elevated. The labor and
the close atmosphere together were so
exhausting, however, that was obliged
to lie down, then, and recuperate my
strength by a longer season of rest. And
so-hOur after hour l labOred. growing
more and more weary, but still upheld
by fascination which felt was infused
into me by the invisible powers whose
Will was working. At last, / concen-
trated my strength in final effort, and
the stone rolled from its position.
l can never forget the overpowering
sense of awe that sank down like great
darkness upon my spirit at that mo-
ment. After solemn pause to prepare
myself, with bowed form and uncovered
head, slowly turned my gaze till it
rested upon the spot where the great
stone had lain.
There weren't any bones there.
l just said to myself: "Well. if this
amt the blastedest infernalest humbug
that ever Eve come across yet, wish l
may never!''
And then 1 scratched out of there,
and marched up here to the Volcano
House. and got out my old raw-boned
fool of horse, ''Oahu." and ''lammed'
him till he couldn't stand up without
leaning against something.
You can not bet any thing on dreams.
Mark Twain, in Metropolis.
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