“And then I said to my niece, I want to leave, so we left this place and went home. I found three implements: there was a shovel, and there was a pitchfork, and there was a rake. I didn’t like where they were in the front of my house, so I put them on the side. Then when I went in, I met a friend. I’ve never seen her so thin, never in my life, and she was so thin. I’ve always known her plump. And she said to me, ‘My husband wants to see you.’ Well, her husband’s been dead for many, many years, but she said, ‘My husband wants to see you.’ She has been a widow for so many years. Then I looked out and here in the distance on the driveway was an enormous stable. I saw a man approaching with a straw hat and overalls. As he approached he had on the uniform of either a general or a colonel—it was the grey-blue of West Point—and he said to me that he’s going to show me my horse. He entered the house and here is this perfectly beautiful, magnificent white horse.”431 ¶17