“I did once, sir, but they now seldomer come.”
“What produces them?”
“I think it is any excitement, sir. They tell me that I lay on my bed moaning, and moving my arms about,—and when I wake, after these attacks, I remember seeing the visions.”
“I hear that you predicted General Hunter’s attack on Lexington last June.”
“Yes, sir, I told a lady what I saw, some months before it came to pass.”
“What did you see? Will you repeat it for us?”
“Oh, yes, sir. I remember all, and will tell you about it, as it seems to interest you. I saw a town, on the other side of the mountain, which they afterward told me was called Lexington—but I did not know its name then—and a great army of men in blue dresses came marching in, shouting and cheering. The next thing I saw was a large building on fire, and through the windows I saw books burning, with some curious-looking things, of which I do not know the names.”
“The Military Institute, with the books and scientific apparatus,” said Mohun, calmly.
“Was it, sir? I did not know.”
“What did you see afterward, Amanda?”