I sat down, leaned my head upon my hand, and gazed at this
incomprehensible being. Was she really a witch? I do not believe in
witches, and at once rejected that theory. If not an impostor, then,
only one other theory remained--that Nighthawk had described my person
to her, in the same manner that he had Mohun's, and the woman might
thus believe that she had seen me, as well as my companion, in her
"visions."
To her last words, however, I made no reply, and Mohun renewed the
colloquy, as before.
"Then you are really in earnest, Amanda, and actually see, in vision,
what is coming to pass?" he said.
"I think I do, sir."
"Do you have the visions often?"
"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.
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