Presbyterian College - Pac Sac Yearbook (Clinton, SC)

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8 THE COLLE-GIAN emerge from this bearing a little fragment. They carried this into another apartment and exchanged it for something different and soon I saw them going again with the same life as all the rest. Soon I emerged from the forest into a beautiful green meadow. The surrounding rugged hills were filled with iiocks of grazing sheep. They all seemed to be intent upon getting as much as possible of the substance of the hills. In the centre of the meadow, I saw two men like shepherds. I could hear one singing, in sweet strains, wonderful Words of life. The other stood with one hand uplifted and beckoned to the sheep. I could hear him calling to them to come and drink from the fountain flowing at his feet. I could see no fountain, but the sheep heard the voices and great num- bers came and seemed to drink and were refreshed and Went away rejoicing. Others remained upon the rugged hills in- tent upon the subsistence found there and would not come and be refreshed by the invisible waters of the meadow. Presently I th'ought I stood upon the summit of a large ele- vation and overlooked a broad expanse. Where I stood, everything was majestic in its splendor. There was great abundance and plenty of the things of life, and the people around me were busy laying up much for themselves. But besides all this they seemed to breathe an invisible atmosphere that brought them peace and life and prosperity. And they seemed to possess a knowledge that brought them consolation and comfort. The expanse before me was different. The people were strange-looking. They did strange things, and acted in strange ways. There. too, was much of the things of life among them. But they did not seem to have the same ,ioy and peace as the people of the hill. I could see them stretching out their hands toward the hills, as if they sought possession of the knowledge that brought to others peace and consolation that they did not have. The only things familiar to me in the broad expanse were two persons. One was a little man skipping about among these strange people, stop-

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THE COLLEGIAN 7 graduate. At a late hour of the night I was speeding home- Ward. I too, with the other passengers became drowsy and dropped off into a barely unconscious sleep. It seemed that all the While I slept I dreamed. I thought I stood and looked into a beautiful garden, fill- ed with tender young rose bushes. And as I stood drinking in their inspiring beauty, I was struck with the manner of a man standing in the midst of the garden. He was tall and thin, with an air of profound learning. There were several la- dies and a few men here and there in the garden, carefully cultivating the tender plants. They all seemed to be going according to the direction of the central personage, and the roses seemed to wave and acknowledge him as master of the garden. I dreamed that I turned from the garden and en- tered into a large forest. Here I wandered among the big trees until I came across one different from all others in the forest, there being very few of its kind found anywhere. Somehow there was cast around it an air of solemnity, and as I gazed up into its branches I saw an interesting sight. Its branches were illed with a group of pious, wise-looking young owls. The attention of all seemed to be centered upon one perched, with an air of piety and dignity, upon a limb above the rest. They seemed to be giving attention to him, as if he were directing them how to take a fight into the great outside world. ' Then as I wandered on in the forest the next thing that attracted my attention was an army of large ants. Each one of them seemed to be so intent upon what he was doing that I stopped to watch them. They were all go- ing to and fro, very busy and heedless one of the other. I noticed that some moved with great vigor and life as they hurried on their Way, others lingered and moved about as if unable to take part and enjoy the hustle and bustle and strength of all the rest. Those that lingered, I noticed, soon dropped by the wayside an-d sought shelter or aid in one special apartment among their many houses. I saw them

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THE COLLEGIAN 9 ping here and there to shake their hands and speak kind words to them, and I saw large crowds gather around him and listen to him, as if he were bringing to them what they sought from the hills. The other person' was a man of large stature, an-d the people flocked to him as if he were a man kind of heart. I could see him working with them as if to comfort them and heal their wounds. As I wandered on across the meadows, I came upon two lovely butterflies as busy as could be, but their diiferencc attracted me. One was clothed in spotless white and flitted about only among such blossoms as were limp and drooping from the heat of the day. I saw it fly from blossom to blos- som, and wherever it touched, tfhe flower seemed revived and refreshed. The other one did not fly about, but only sat among a larger cluster of unopened buds with its wings outstretch- ed. It, too, was fair and lovely, but differed in appearance, with a tint of red. As it sat there, the buds before it began to unfold and blossom in their full beauty. I watched them with great interest and passed on. Lastly in my dream, I stood-I cannot explain just where -only I stood gazing into the broad expanse aibove me. I was amazed by what I had seen, but cared to see no more. The hand of the conductor touched me, and his voice waked me as he called out my station. - Several years have passed, but not an item of my dream on that night has faded from my memory. Often times I have thought of it and wondered if it did not have some meaning. I have recently learned what all my old class- mates are doing. And as I sat thinking over their wonderful success in life, my dream came back into my memory and at once its meaning began to unfold. And this is the mean- ing and the interpretation thereof: The flower garden which I saw is a female seminary. The roses are so many girls. The diiferent persons in the gar- den are teachers, and the peculiar personage in the center is its president, A. R. Register.