During all the night my sleep was broken at intervals, and the hours
divided between dreaming and half delirium.
I awoke in the morning not much refreshed with my night's rest. I lay
for some time passing over in my mind the occurrences of yesterday, and
considering what course I should pursue.
After a time I determined upon going direct to the plantation, and
learning for myself how matters stood there.
I arose with this intention. As I was dressing, my eye fell upon a
letter that lay upon the table. It bore no postmark, but the writing
was in a female hand, and I guessed whence it came.