eadache, and to escape the
smoke in the kitchen which was too thick to breathe, he went into the
shed and lay down on a cot. It was still unfinished, the shed was, and
there were three or four wide boards laid across the rafters at the top
to keep them from warping in the damp. Baldy lay on his back and
stared up at the roof. Suddenly he leaped off the bed,--we all saw
him; there was no door between the rooms. He leaped off and dashed
through the kitchen.

"'What's the matter?' we asked him.

"'Let me alone, I want to get out of here,' he said, and shot through
the door.

"We caught just one glimpse of his face. It was ashen. We went on
smoking. 'He's a crazy Frenchman,' we said, and let it go. But my
brother was out in the barn and he corralled him going by.

"'I am going to die, Don,' he said. 'I was lying on the bed, looking
up at the rafters, and I saw the men come in and take the big white
board and make it into a coffin for me. I am going home, I want to be
with my folks.'

"Don came in scared stiff, and told us, and we said 'Pooh, pooh,' and
went on smoking. But about eleven o'clock a couple of fellows from
another ranch came over and said their boss had died that afternoon and
they could not find the right sized boards for the coffin. They wanted
a good straight one about six feet six by fourteen inches. We looked
in the barns and the sheds, and could not find what they wanted. Then
we went into the lean-to, where there were some loose boards in the
corner, but they wouldn't do.

"'Say,' said one of them, 'how about that white board up there in the
rafters? About right, huh?'

"We pulled it down, and it was just the size. They were tickled to get
it, for they hated to drive twelve miles to town through snowdrifts
over their heads.

"'That's the big white board that Baldy saw,' said Don suddenly. Yes,
by George! We sent for Baldy that night to make sure, and it was just
what he had seen, and the very men that came for the board. Baldy was
mighty glad he wasn't the corpse."

"Mercy," said Carol, twitching her shoulders. "Are you sure it is
true?"

"Gospel truth. I was right there. I took down the board."

"I know one that beats that," said the Scotchman promptly. "They have
a sayin' over in my country, that if you have a dream, or a vision, of
men comin' toward you carryin' a coffin, you will be in a coffin inside
of three days. One night a neighbor of mine, next farm, was co