The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-06-25
A VIVID DREAM
Ne Needed It, Too. and Had the Mustard
Platter When NeedaA.

lie Hoo0e0 II, Too ana hA0 tho mugtAHd
II Plaster When NeedsA.
IT had q dream once that died from
pneumonia, said well known southern
man who had very creditable record az
an officer In the Confederate army to re.
porter. ut was one Of those persistent
dreams that could not shake of. While
under its influence think ] suffered al
intense pain as / afterward did when
had a real case of pneumonia The dream
SO controlled me that spoke about IL to
the members of my family, to the exolu-
sion of almost everything else, for several
days. In few weeks the war broke ont,
and with the young men Of my section Of
North Carolina entered the Confederate
army as q private, though held COM
! mission when the war ended.
when the day came for me to leave my
home, my mother, who had packed up
about everything thought should need,
much Of which had to drop by the way:
side soon after, asked mo If there was
anything else that could think Of that I
would need. In an apologizing kind Of
way said yes, that would like a box Of
mustard for use in case ! ever got pneu.
monia, such as l dreamed Of, for forgot
to say dreamed that after I was dead q
mustard plaster on my side cured my
pain. When looked Into my knapsack,
I found it so full Of stuff that could not
find place for tho box Of mustard, and I
thought would have to leave it.
"That night started out to conquer the
whole Yankee army, and just as was
about leaving the door Of my house pain
struck me In my side, exactly the place at
fected in the attack Of pneumonia from
which had my dream death. 1t passed
off In an instant, not, however, until had
asked my mother If she had found place
for the mustard. She told me she could
not find space in my knapsack, but that
she had sewed up bundle Of mustard in
parchment bag In the lining Of my over
coat carried that overcost four years
and had felt the mustard sewed up In the
breast lining hundreds Of times, but never
supposed would have to use ii. a
ut was four years to day nom the
date of my enlistment whom I was taken
sick, and with me man In my company,
for by that time was an officer. We were
bundled off to field hospital, neither one
Of US having any idea what was she mat;
ter with u.s. That night the doctor, the
surgeon Of the South Carolina regiment,
visited u.s. He told US bluntly that we
were suffering from pneumonia and that
the chances were all against us. II I
could put mustard plaster on you, I
could save you both, he said; but, as you
know, mustard is o rare possession in chis
part Of the south nova grain Of 1t equal
ing in value grain Of gold, and scarce at
that.
"All of sudden the lining Of my over
coat came to my mind, and asked II my
coat was handy. ! was told it was, and
in a few moments the doctor had 1t ripped
open. Mixing 1t up with some bad bran,
he divided it up at my request into two
plasters, and my comrade and myself
have been able to eat three square meals
evory day since, barring the remainder of
the war, when we were rather high toned
and only indulged in one regular meal a
day and ate the rest In our minds. Though
pneumonia killed me In my dream, the
same dream furnished me with the am
which bafned death when he at
tackled us. My mother went to heaven
without knowing that the bag Of mustard
she sewed in my coat saved my life and
that Of my comrade. ''-Washington Star;