Yes,
by George! We sent for Baldy that night to make sure, and it was just
what he had seen, and the very men that came for the board. Baldy was
mighty glad he wasn't the corpse."
"Mercy," said Carol, twitching her shoulders. "Are you sure it is
true?"
"Gospel truth. I was right there. I took down the board."
"I know one that beats that," said the Scotchman promptly. "They have
a sayin' over in my country, that if you have a dream, or a vision, of
men comin' toward you carryin' a coffin, you will be in a coffin inside
of three days. One night a neighbor of mine, next farm, was comin'
home late, piped as usual, and as he came zigzaggin' down a dark lane,
he looked up suddenly and saw four men marchin' solemnly toward him,
carryin' a coffin. McDougall clutched his head. 'God help me,' he
cried. 'It is the vision.' Then he turned in his tracks and shot over
a hedge and up the bank, screamin' like mad. The spirits carryin' the
coffin yelled at him and, droppin' the coffin, started up the hill
after him. But McDougall only yelled louder and ran faster, and
finally they lost him in the hills. So they went back. They were not
spirits at all, and it was a real coffin. A woman had died, and they
were takin' her in to town ready for the funeral next day.
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