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 182 saw a lamplighter pass by. "Well," he thought to himself, "it is time for me to have a light." He arose, and after trimming his lamp and lighting it, he hung it up and again prepared to work.

Turning around the boot, which he had already finished, he looked at it critically and said, "Well done."

Getting up, he put his tools away and brushed up the scraps, after which he placed the lamp on the table. He next took down the holy book from the shelf. He intended opening it at a place which he had marked with a piece of leather, but on placing the book on the table it opened at an entirely different place, and as it did so he remembered yesterday's dream. At the same time he heard a noise in the room, as if some one was moving behind him. He turned suddenly around and saw a number of people standing in the corner, but he was unable to recognize them. Presently a voice whispered in his ear: