After considerable parleying they assured me that
nothing could hurt me, and advised me to go back to bed. I replied
that I was not afraid of their hurting me, but I couldn't bear to see
them acting so with C. Brown. 'Poh! poh! you foolish boy,' replied my
father, sternly. 'You've only been dreaming; go right back to bed, or
I shall have to whip you.' Knowing that there was no other
alternative, I trudged back through the kitchen with all the courage I
could muster, cautiously entered my room, where I found everything
quiet, there being neither cloud, nor devil, nor anything of the kind
to be seen, and getting into bed I slept quietly till morning. The
next day I was rather sad and melancholy, but kept all my troubles to
myself, through fear of Brown. This happened before my father's
sickness, and consequently between the four and six years of my age."
"During my father's sickness and after his death I lived with my
grandmother; and when I had removed to her house I forever lost sight
of Harvey. I still continued to sleep alone for the most part, but in
a neatly furnished upper chamber. Across the corner of the chamber,
opposite to and at a little distance from the head of my bed, there
was a closet in the form of an old-fashioned buffet. After going to
bed, on looking at the door of this closet, I could see at a great
distance from it a pleasant meadow, terminated by a beautiful little
grove.
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