She often told of seeing Jesus, as she walked to and from the plantation.

Once she had met him riding upon Thistle, with a golden crown upon his head.

One evening he had run before her all the way, as a very little child, whose shining garments lighted up all the woods.
Four months after the swift destruction of her hopes, Rosa, after taking some drink from Tulee's hand, looked up in her face, and said, "How long have I been sick, dear Tulee ?" "No matter about that, darling," she replied, patting her head fondly.
"Ye mustn't disturb your mind 'bout that." After a little pause, the invalid said, "But tell me how long." "Well then, darling, I didn't keep no 'count of the time; but Tom says it's February now." "Yer see, Missy Rosy," interposed Chloe, "yer sperit hab done gone somewhar, an' yer didn't know nottin'.

But a booful angel, all in white, tuk yer by de han' an' toted yer back to Tulee an' Chloe.

Dat ar angel hab grat hansum eyes, an' she tole me she war yer mudder; an' dat she war gwine to be wid yer allers, cause twar de will ob de Lord." Rosa listened with a serious, pleased expression in her face; for the words of her simple comforter inspired a vague consciousness of some supernatural presence surrounding her with invisible protection.
A few hours after, she asked, with head averted from her attendant, "Has any one been here since I have been ill ?" Anxious to soothe the wounded heart as much as possible, Tulee answered: "Massa Gerald come to ask how ye did; and when he went to Savannah, he left Tom and Chloe at the plantation to help me take care of ye." She manifested no emotion; and after a brief silence she inquired for letters from Madame.