He sobbed himself to sleep and dreamed that his father was watching him from out the great, green ocean where he had lain all these years.

Price was seeking to repay him the blows he had laid on his shoulders, when the face of the dead man was seen struggling in the green waters, but so choked and entangled among seaweeds that he was forced to give up the effort.

A great monster of the deep swallowed his father, and, uttering a shriek, he awoke.

The child was trembling from head to foot, while a cold sweat broke out all over his body.
Next morning the negro slave who had brought the children to Flower de Hundred came for them.

Taking Robert aside, he said: "I dun tole yer, Mass Robert, dat a calamity war comin'.