“All night I dreamed about bein’ follered. First I thought I was out in a woods and some hounds was chasin’ me, and I heard ‘em bayin’ way back on my trail and knew they’s comin’ for me. I run to a little stream and follered it up same as I used to read in Indian stories, and then started on again, and after a while I didn’t hear ‘em any more. Then first thing I knew they commenced bayin’ again and I could tell that they’d struck my trail, so I run just as fast as ever I could and the bayin’ kep’ gettin’ louder’n’ louder, and I run through bushes and brush and ever’thing, and they kep’ gainin’ on me till they was so close that I got to a little tree where I could almost reach the branches and I got hold of ‘em and pulled myself up and got ahead of the hounds, but they come up and set down around the tree and howled and howled so they’d be heard all through the woods, and I knew it was all up with me; and then I woke up and found that I was in the barn and no one ‘round except a cow or a horse that was eatin’ over in a corner. So I tried to go to sleep again. Then I dreamed that the policemen and detectives was after me, and first it seemed as if I was runnin’ down a street and the police was right behind, and then I turned down an alley and they hollered to me to stop or they’d shoot, but I didn’t stop, and they shot at me and hit me in the leg, and I fell down and they come up and got me, and then it seemed as if I was on the cars and detectives was follerin’ me ever’where, and whenever I stopped them detectives somehow knew where I was, and they’d come to the place, and I got away and went somewhere else, and then they’d turn up there, all ready to arrest me, and I couldn’t go anywhere except they’d follow me. And I kind of saw her face, and she seemed to be follerin’ me too, only she didn’t seem to have any legs or much of anything, except just her face and a kind of long white train and she just come wherever I was, without walkin’ or ridin’, but just come, and she always seemed to know just the right place no matter how careful I hid, and when they got all ready to nab me I woke up. By that time it was daylight and there was a darkey there in the barn feedin’ a mule, and he said, ‘Hello, boss!’ just as friendly, and asked me where I was goin’. I told him I was lookin’ for a job, and he told me he thought that over about four miles to the town I could get a job. So I told him all right, and asked him if he could give me somethin’ to eat. He took me into the house and gave me some chicken and some corn-cakes and told me if I would wait a while he’d hitch up the mule and take me into town, that he was goin’ anyway. I thanked him and told him I was in a hurry to get to work, and guessed I wouldn’t wait. I’d got so I was ‘fraid to talk with anybody. I thought they’d ask me where I was from, and tell me somethin’ ‘bout Chicago, and mebbe show me a newspaper with my picture in it.