saying, "Is it the train? _the train, the train_," his right shoulder reverberating as if struck from behind. He fell back like fainting; his eyes rolled. A large dark object came between us like panelling of wood, and rather in the dark something rolled over, and like an arm was thrown up, and the whole thing went away with a _swish_. Close beside me on the ground there seemed a long dark object. I called out, "They've left something behind; it's like a man." It then raised its shoulders and head, and fell down again. The same _some one_ answered, "_Yes, sadly_." [? "_Yes_," sadly.] After a moment I seemed called on to look up, and said, "Is that _thing_ not away yet?" Answered, "_No_." And in front, in light, there was a railway compartment in which sat Rev. Mr. Johnstone, of Echuca. I said, "What's he doing there?" Answered, "He's there." A railway porter went up to the window asking, "Have you seen any of----." I caught no more, but I _thought_ he referred to the _thing_ left behind. Mr. Johnstone seemed to answer "_No_"; and the man went quickly away--I thought to look for it. After all this the _some one_ said close to me, "Now I'm going." I started, and at once saw {a tall dark figure at my head} {William's back at my side. } He put his right hand (in grief) over his face, and the other almost touching my shoulder, he crossed in front, looking stern and solemn. There was a flash from the eyes, and I caught a glimpse of a fine pale face like ushering him along, and indistinctly another. I felt frightened, and called out, "Is he angry?" "Oh, no." "Is he going away?" Answered, "_Yes_," by the same _some one_, and I woke with a loud sigh, which woke my husband, who said, "What is it?" I told him I had been dreaming "something unpleasant"--named a "railway," and dismissed it all from my mind as a dream. As I fell asleep again I fancied the _some one_ said, "It's all gone," and another answered, "I'll come and remind her."