At last I saw that my uncle had stopped, and I stood
still, a few yards above him, more composed than I can understand."
"The wonder is we are so believing, yet not more terrified, in our
dreams," said Donal.
"He began to heave and pull at a coffin that seemed to stop the way.
Just as he got it dragged on one side, I saw on the bright silver
handle of it the Morven crest. The same instant the lid rose, and my
father came out of the coffin, looking alive and bright; my uncle
stood beside him like a corpse beside a soul. 'What do you want with
my child?' he said; and my uncle cowered before him. He took my hand
and said, 'Come with me, my child.' And I went with him--oh, so
gladly! My fear was gone, and so was my uncle. He led me up the way
we had come down, but when we came out of the hole, instead of
finding myself in the horrible church, I was in my own room. I
looked round--no one was near! I was sorry my father was gone, but
glad to be in my own room. Then I woke--and here was the terrible
thing--not in my bed--but standing in the middle of the floor, just
where my dream had left me! I cannot get rid of the thought that I
really went somewhere. I have been haunted with it the whole day. It
is a terror to me--for if I did, where is my help against going
again!"
"In God our saviour," said Donal. "--But had your uncle given you
anything?"
"I wish I could think so; but I do not see how he could.
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