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Updated: May 28, 2025
I flew up in bed with a beating heart and the certainty that someone, somewhere, had thrown a clod of earth at a window not mine; at the back of the house; Julia's, or Mrs Ragg's. A minute, and I was out of my bed and into Julia's room. I laid a hand on my sister's shoulder. "Julia," I whispered, "wake up. I've had such horrible dreams."
This intelligence being communicated to Julia, she came rushing upstairs, and dragged me unwillingly into Mrs Ragg's bedroom with her. A most commonplace, mean-looking room, the wind blowing through it from open window to open door. The bed still unmade, but the square box of a place otherwise clean and tidy. "What a home of mystery!" I said, with fine sarcasm, to Julia.
But as it was not my time to die, I lived to enjoy freedom. I said that when I got so I could travel I was sent from Dr. Ragg's hospital in Charleston to Col. Singleton's plantation near Columbia, in the last part of the year 1864. I did not do any work during the remainder of that year, because I was unwell from my wound received in the fort. About that time Gen.
As we left the house, Julia called my attention to the fact that the blind in the room next to her own was drawn. "All the same, I don't sleep again beneath your Mrs Ragg's roof till I've been into her bedroom," she declared. I had come to Starbay for the benefit of the sea.
"It must have been at Mrs Ragg's," she said. "I am going to see." Shivering, I followed to the landing. The light no longer showed from Mrs Ragg's door, but the door itself was still ajar. Julia rapped sharply upon it and called the caretaker's name. When no one answered, she pushed the door wide, and we saw, by the light of the candle I carried, that the room was empty.
Space fails to tell of the remainder of that night: of how we dressed in feverish haste to escape, and then were afraid to go; of how, having assured ourselves by the sense of hearing only, for we thought it best not to light a candle of Mrs Ragg's return, and of her retirement for the second time to bed, and this time to slumber we depended on our hearing also for the establishment of the latter fact we sat and watched, shivering with cold and apprehension, through the endless hours for the reappearance of Mrs Ragg's accomplices, straining our eyes to stare in the direction of the garden path down which we believed they would come.
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