Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | The University of Arkansas Press | 1997
Transcription THE MIDNIGHT SUMMONS 161
an empty stomach, and that's always bad. The smoke gits into the head,
and the tobacco juice, somehow, gits into the stomach, and then one has
bad dreams. Git to bed agin, Mike, you'll git your death, standing up thar,
a'most naked, in the cold. I kaint stand it, Mike; I'm all in a shiver, and
for nothing but a dream!"
And Sam abruptly disappeared, taking the light with him.
Mike Baynam, left in the darkness, and the ordinary processes of
thought working in him, was something ashamed of his fright, and got
into bed again.
But scarcely had he slept for half an hour, when the alarm was
repeated, and Mattie Fuller, this time, went to Mike's chamber, Sam
refusing to go, and found him, as Sam had found him, with the same
looks and attitude of fright.
"Again! again!" he cried, The very same vision! The very same cry of
terror! I tell you, Mattie Fuller, I never saw Rose Carter more distinctly
in the daylight than I have seen her twice to-night, rushing towards me
in the moonlight rushing to my very feet, stretching out her arms to
me and crying, in such tones of pleading and terror, imploring me to save
her save her if I had ever loved her! God! how I would have saved her,
and cherished and protected, and loved her, if she had suffered me!""But you see, brother, you are here alone in your chamber! you sees
nothing, nothing; you hears nothing now; it's but a dream! I'll open the
window. Thar!"
She did as she said.
"Thar! you see that thare's no moonlight; or, if the moon is a shining,
she don't show her face hyar. It's nothing but snow. Now, listen; you hears
no cry. Everything's jist as silent as death and the grave!""Death and the grave!" echoed Mike ominously, but unconsciously;
then he said:
"It is even so! But what can it mean, Mattie? Twice, twice, this
dream this vision for of a truth, Mattie, I saw her oh! so plainly:
and heard her voice, crying, like one in the wilderness, so very pitifully,
as if laboring under a mortal terror!""Jist so it is with some of the dreams I've had, Mike. It's mighty
strange what raal pictures of the life is made in one's dreaming. We kin
swear we seed, and we kin swear we haird; and yet we finds out, a'ter day-
break, that it's nothing a'ter all but a dream!""But twice, twice, Mattie the same!""Well, Mike, of such a thing was to happen three times, all on the same