I do not remember how I got to bed, nor how long I was there.

I remember being brought to by a negro porter who told me that we were approaching Bath where I was to get off.

I heard him say to another porter: "That boy is sure sick." And then a tall spare man came to me, told me that he was taking the stage as I was, and was going almost to Jacksonville, and that he would see me through.

He helped me in the stage and we started.

I remember nothing further....
I became conscious of parti-colored ribbons fluttering from my body as if blown by a rapid breeze from a central point of fixture in my breast.
Was it the life going out of me, or the life clinging to me in spite of the airs of eternity?
My eyes opened.