this time had ever come true. The last one, however, was not to be banished from his mind. He frequently talked to his wife about it during the day, and asked her, as she had been brought up near this part of the Allegheny, whether there was such a place on that part of the mountain as had been indicated in his dream. She told him there was just such a place on that part of the mountain.
On the second night he had precisely the same dream over again. This impressed him more fully than ever that his dream was true; yet he hesitated to tell his neighbors about it, fearing they might call him crazy. He would willingly have gone out himself to test the truthfullness [sic] of his dream, but he did not have any knowledge of the forest, and feared he might get lost himself. The third night came, and he dreamed the same dream over again. He came up the same hollow; passed again the dead deer; saw again the little worn shoe that the weary little wanderer had put off for the last time; crossed Bob's Creek on the beech log he had seen in his first dream, and where probably the little children had crossed it; passed again over the Blue Ridge, and came up the little ravine to where he
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