Show A BELIEVER IN A DREAM Pierre Cheranlt and HU Long and Fruitless Fruit-less Search t The Kansas City Times i responsible for a tory of an old Canadian Frenchman named Pierre Chovmilt who fans for fifteen ChOVIUlt ffen years ben hunting place which ho saw in a dream and where a treasure i buried He was a fur trader once but when his business was inter ercd with by the coming of the iron horse he pulled up stakes and went to town to lve He took t reading Among the literature that came before him wa Longfellows Evangeline Stammering through its rages says the paper which gives plpr gve the account ho managed to follow manag t folow Acadians from their homo in th r northern land t t their banishment through their exile and over into strange lands and across the sea They were his p pIGhe know that much and he drank in everr I word Ho imagined MERRE CHEVAULT himself Gabriel and in his vision he saw the Evangelino of his warped fancy Every line of tho romance burned deep within his heart he heard tho cries of the Acadian peasants in their anguish the thunder tones of the Englishmen En-glishmen smote him u if he had indeed heard them addressed t himself At lat Chcvault was through the bk He pondered pon-dered over it deeply ho believed it every word even t the dialogue And why Je asked himself a I left here They were my people I wonder i they were not my relatives For days and month he studied the problem prob-lem dozen ho traced By a impossible paths trced his origin to the peasants of Acadia Meanwhile Mean-while his money had run low and his daydreams day-dreams of a new life grown all tho stronger This wonderful was Chevaults dream situation when he had a I dreamed one night ho said that a vast fortune was hid somewhere in the Mississippi It left there the vision sippi valley was vion told me by my banished relatives from Acadia ella In the morning I arose all fevered and excit My dream w vague I b lieved it but it had left me no ground t work on All day I studied a map of the old Louisiana from the upper Mississippi to it mouth I saw nothing no town or stream that I had seen in my dream That night worn out by the strain on my mind I went t b and fell asleep I wa dreaming again I saw my banished people some of them went across the seas and others turned their faces to the south The number who went to sea soon vanished and I saw the movements of the land party clearly They were dressed a if in a cold country Then they turned their faces to the west and marched I dont know how long then to the south Indians joined them and left there was trading Pretty son the heavy dress was exchanged and I saw pretty birds in my dreams they sang so sweetly that I thought heaven was about me then I saw 1 peaceful homo with cattle and horses about Then the whole scene was swept away In a minute I saw something that looked like 1 storm I saw two men dig a deep hole by 1 strange looking tree and drop treasure into it Then the hole was filled and a great stone rolled over it Then Indians came and I saw my two people trilled Tho Indians went away and every thing was dark I then thought a great many years elapsed when a faded old woman coma to mo and told mo to look at tho stamp of a tree In the fa south near 1 great river She gave me other directions which I have written on paper somewhere I then woke up I was s weak I could not move for some time At length I got out of bed and dressed myself It took me the rest of the day t arrange my scattered senses Then I resolved to follow my dream master I got my money and effects together a quickly ns possible and took a train for St Louis where I started for the south on foot I marched n through the wilds of south Missouri Arkansas and Louisiana Hundreds of times I thought I saw the place of my buried bur-ied treasure Nearly fifteen years have passed since I started and hero I am homeward bound I seems that the old m who i now about G years old has given up the search Perhaps he thinks that he is now too old to enjoy the fortune i he should find It Ho i going to tho new northwest which i the region gion of his old homo He says that he o poets to find a few Indians left up there and he wishes t get back to his old life |