Any one intimately acquainted with us, might have seen that all was not well with us, and that some monster lingered in our thoughts.

Our work that morning was the same as it had been for several days past--drawing out and spreading manure.

While thus engaged, I had a sudden presentiment, which flashed upon me like lightning in a dark night, revealing to the lonely traveler the gulf before, and the enemy behind.

I instantly turned to Sandy Jenkins, who was near me, and said to him, _"Sandy, we are betrayed;_ something has just told me so." I felt as sure of it, as if the officers were there in sight.
Sandy said, "Man, dat is strange; but I feel just as you do." If my mother--then long in her grave--had appeared before me, and told me that we were betrayed, I could not, at that moment, have felt more certain of the fact.
In a few minutes after this, the long, low and distant notes of the horn summoned us from the field to breakfast.

I felt as one may be supposed to feel before being led forth to be executed for some great offense.