time had taken no part in the hunt for the children, and who had little or no knowledge of that part of the mountain, dreamed that he was out alone searching for them. In his wanderings he dreamed that he came to a dead deer. Further on he found a little shoe. Next he came to a large stream, the name of which he did not know, (it proved afterward to be Bob's Creek, which I have already mentioned.) He crossed this stream at one of its narrowest places on a beech log. Then, in his dream, he traveled over what is known as Blue Ridge and entered a ravine or narrow valley through which flowed a small brook that came out of one of the mountain gorges. Following this brook a short distance he came to a birch-tree, the roots of which formed a semi-circle, and in this little circle, on the very margin of the stream lay the lost children, dead. Just at this point of his dream he awoke, and the whole scene was so clearly impressed upon his mind that he could scarcely be convinced that it was only a dream.
Mr. Dibert was an intelligent man and was in no way superstitious. He had no faith in omans [sic] or dreams, and really he had no reason to believe in them, as non of his dreams up to
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