There is an old belief in our family that the spirit of one who died many generations ago watches over some of her descendants.

They say it led our first ancestor to come over here when it was a wilderness.

I believe it has appeared to others of the family in times of trouble.

I have had a strange dream at any rate, and the one I saw, or thought I saw, told me to leave this place.
Perhaps I should have stayed if it had not been for that, but it seemed like an angel's warning.
Nobody will know how I have gone, or which way I have taken.

On Monday, you may show this letter to my friends, not before.