The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-10-27
Michael McCaffrey.

to work. At 7 years of age I commenced
by picking potatoes. hoeing and the like OF
that, though all the time / was going to
a chance to read much. / never read
novels or histories, but 1 did like to read
such of the country newspapers as i couid
get.
II didn't read the Bible-we hadn't a copy
hcme-though I went to church as regularly
as I could. I never played much with the
and as father would never allow playing
cards in the house I don't know how to use
them. Amusements OF any kind 1 never
tered a theater until a couple, of months
ago. when Professor HyslOp took me to his
house in New York.
arithmetic. Best Of all. I liked good. hard.
muscular work on the farm. Every night
would go 70 bed at 9 o'clock and rise at
Michael Mccafrey's years passed along in
unbroken monotony. His was the calm, pas
= toraI life which the fiocks of the field live.
each dawn and each sunset marking out a
u 10 be what he is nova clear-headed
Sthel amS e9pn,ry than Mor so fulfil dsHoi tn. G hom ahy
duties imposed upon him
It is evident that no great aspirations ns
never been upheaved by an tumultuous
passion to enter the swift race of fortune
hunting: He fell in love with a country
| sorrow OF his life came with her death.
THE VISION.
To this unsophisticated rustic the vision
of a British soldier appeared in a dream
pine stump. where he would find a paper.
Not only was this made distinct, but the
so soldier IaIv esprs Tss so Ordered sd him to dig ,s there there
ael's description. looked like a middlins
sized man who used to live at Brushton.
in a red jacket and a big. tall hat. some
thing like those band men wear at the
| Fourth of July celebration at Brushton. I
had never seen anything like that red Jack
epauIetsl on his shoulders"
mo: l never had seen any British uni
form and had never read any description Of
II said he vas a soldier and that he
had been killed by the Indians and that he
vanished and I woke up. I didn't think it
was worth while thinking upon. and I went
piSSw!n 4ba 5hss morning without giving it an
But again and again the vision Of the
British soldier reappeared, with exactly the
on July 2. Each time the dream Impressed
fourth manifestation he told his folks.
.an % wS ssl' I o descrised Po she Dream ne to 'e my
folks they LAUNCHED. at me and told me I
was surely a%-dreaming. and James Sabin;
A NTH time the soldier appeared. There
was the same look. the same attitude, the
same WORDS as In the previous cream. MI
chael then. for the first time. was overcome
by the realization that there was some
thing to it"
FINDING THE NOTES.
He went On July 2 to the old pine stump.
which. by the way. is the only one on the
farm. In its day Of glory the tree must
have been one Of goodly girth and height.
Cut down fifty years or go ago, the stump
has become ~decomposed, though the roots
are sound.
On one side was q depression. a sort OF
cavity. such as Is commonly peculiar to
stumps.
Not caring to run the risk Of being jeered,
Michael went alone. keeping his " coun-
sci. After digging two feet he found three
hat stones. two large ones and a smaller
ing these, HI came upon a piece OF paper
between the upper and middle stones.
This paper was Of q blush tint, ruled. and
was about eight inches long by two and a
half wide. It was rather damp. but held TO-
gether firmly. 1t was straight, but appar-
emily had been folded at one time, and 1t
seemed to be without any trace of writing.
Michael had never seen anything lk that
style Of paper before.