The travellers now proceed to Bordeaux; where, seated in a salon, and the American being thirsty, the best brandy and claret are set before them. They taste them with relish, and discuss their merits.
Suddenly the Disembodied exclaims, “Day is approaching, I must return to my body. Let us fly.”
They once more essay the aerial passage of the Atlantic. At the instance of the Spirit of Morphine, who suggested that they had time for a swoop to south of the Equator, and for a view of the constellation of the Southern Cross, the American, who affected astronomy, readily assented. They whirl southward, see it, and repass “the Line.” They enter the United States at Savannah, and soon reach the abode of the sleeper in the upper part of South Carolina. His spirit enters his chamber through the window and glides into his body, when he experiences a sense of relief as to its safety, and of satisfaction in his wondrous trip. He nestles in comfort of thought and matter, and—AWAKES!
The day has dawned, and soon the rays of the rising sun greet his mortal eyes. During that day he spoke of the dream, and was pale and excited. This dream occurred in the early part of January, 1868, and lasted between nine and ten hours.
FOOTNOTES:
[A] This sea was then unknown to the dreamer. His dream revealed to him its existence. He thought it a delusion, until he heard of its discovery.
[B] This refers to the once famous palace, built of blocks of ice, in St. Petersburg.
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES:
Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.
Inconsistencies in hyphenation have been standardized.