Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself. Vol. 1 (of 2)Bird, Robert Montgomery
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Sheppard Lee, Written by Himself. Vol. 1 (of 2)
Bird, Robert Montgomery
American fiction -- 19th century; Satire
on the following night. I then replaced the iron cover, and threw the
earth again into the grave, as the squire commanded; and then leaving
him, and running home as hard as I could, in fear lest some one should
see me, I fell into a miry place, where I was weighed down by the mass
of gold I had about me, and smothered. In the midst of my dying agonies
I awoke, and found that all was a dream.
Ah! how much torment a poor man has dreaming of riches! The dream made
me very melancholy; and I went moping about all that day, wishing
myself anybody or any thing but that I was, and hiding in the woods at
the sight of any one who chanced to pass by, for I thought everybody
was the sheriff. I went to bed the following night in great disorder of
spirit, and had no sooner closed my eyes than I dreamed the same dream
over again. The squire made his appearance as before, led me to the
Owl-roost, and set the black pig hunting until the grave was found. In
a word, the dream did not vary in a single particular from that I had
had the night before; and when I woke up the next day, the surprise
of such an occurrence filled me with new and superstitious ideas, and
I awaited the next night with anxious expectations, resolved, if the
dream should be repeated again, to go dig at the place, and see what
should come of it.
Remembering what old Jim had said in regard to the full of the moon,
I went to a neighbour's to look at his almanack (for I had none of my
own), and discovered, to my unspeakable surprise and agitation, though
I had half known it before, that the moon we then had would be at her
full between ten and eleven o'clock on the following morning.
Such a coincidence betwixt the time of my dreams and the proper period
for hunting the treasure (since at the full moon was the proper time),
was enough of itself to excite my expectations; and the identity
between the two visions was so extraordinary, that I began to believe
that the treasure did really exist in the Owl-roost, which, being very
solitary, and yet conveniently accessible from the river through the
medium of the creek, was one of the best hiding-places in the world,
and that I was the happy man destined to obtain it.
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