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Of! Texas. On this he sleeps not at all--never closes

eye--cannot. On the contrary, he turns restlessly on his grassy couch, fairly writhing with the presentiment

he has

spoken of, still upon him, and not to be cast off. There are those who believe in dreams, in the reality of visions that appear to the slumbering senses. To Clancy's, awake, on this night, there seems a horrid realism, almost a certainty, of some dread danger. And too certain it is. If endowed with the faculty of clairvoyance, he would know it to be so--would witness a series of incidents at that moment occurring up the river--scarce ten miles from the spot where he is lying--scenes that would cause him to start suddenly to his feet, rush for his horse, and ride off, calling upon his companions to follow. Then, plunging into the river without fear of the ford, he would gallop on towards the San Saba mission, as if the house were in names, and he only had the power to extinguish

them. Not gifted with second-sight, he does not perceive the tragedy there being enacted. He is only impressed with a prescience of some evil, which keeps him wide awake, while the others around are asleep; soundly, as he can tell by

their snoring. Woodley alone sleeps lightly; the hunter habituated, as he himself phrases it, "allers to do the possum bizness, wi' one eye open." He has heard Clancy's repeated shiftings and turnings, coupled with involuntary

exclamations, as of a man murmuring

in his dreams. One of these, l ouder than the rest, at length startling, causes Woodley to enquire what his comrade wants; and what is the matter

with him. "Oh, nothing," replies Clancy; "only that I can't sleep--that