General Sherman
Awaking from death silently, the
distant wailing of a woman could be heard.
Looking around him, he could see no one
but the whimpering sadness he felt alarmed
him. All was dark and black, nothing existed
here, it seemed. Suddenly, he could not
breathe. As Chief Joseph looked up, a huge
entity had placed its hands over his mouth.
Fighting for air, Joseph suddenly realized he
no longer needed to breathe in the same
way. Still the entity continued as though he
was trying to extinguish his soul. Raging at
this violation of life, Joseph threw his arms
back, lunging backward and away from him.
Now the entity stood in front of Joseph with
a threatening glare.
In the distance, he could hear the
whimpering cry of a woman, but he could
not yet find its source. This lone and distant
song of a mournful soul touched him, and he
wanted to help. Suddenly, a train carrying
the souls of those who had died to the spirit
whizzed by him, the blaring engine and the
cries of these lost souls were humbling and
horrid. "They seek the dead side," a voice
with no apparent owner spoke. Their moans