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"I dreamed about that old pouch last night," said Richard in one of the intervals of rest which they allowed themselves.
"I dreamed that it belonged to a Chinese man with crooked, yellow finger- nails a foot long. He came and stood over my bed and said that because there was important news in that letter and we buried it, and kept it from going to where it ought to go, _we_ had to be buried alive. And he picked me up like I was that nut and tossed me over his shoulder, and said, 'Brother, go find your brother.' And I began sinking down in the sand deeper and deeper until I began to smother."