As I lay asleep in my hammock, I dreamed a beautiful dream.

Some spiritual being seemed to come and bend over me, smiling pityingly.

So extraordinarily vivid was the apparition, that I suddenly woke, tumbled out of my hammock, and went outside on a vague search.

In a few minutes, however, I laughed at my own folly and turned in again.
I lay there for some little time longer, thinking about the past--for I dared not dwell on the future--when suddenly the intense stillness of the night was broken by a strangely familiar voice, which said, distinctly and encouragingly, "_Je suis avec toi.

Soit sans peur_.