And so he was.
He dreamed that a large drove of fatted swine were munching acorns in a very dense forest of oaks, both tall and large.

The oaks were sending the acorns down in showers, and the hogs were greedily consuming them.

The hogs ate so many that they burst open, and from their rotting carcasses fresh oaks sprang and grew with surprising rapidity.

A dark cloud arose and a terrible hurricane swept over the forest; and the old and new oaks fought furiously in the storm, until a loud voice, like unto that of a God, cried out above all the din of the hurricane, saying in tones of thunder: "Know ye not that ye are parents and children?
Parents, recognize your children.

Children, be proud of the parents from whom you spring." The hurricane ceased, the clouds sped away as if in terror, and the oaks grew up together under a clear sky of the purest blue, and beautiful birds of all kinds built their nests in the trees, and carolled forth the sweetest songs.
He placed upon the dream the following interpretation: The swine were the negroes.