One beautiful Spring evening I started to walk down to the boathouse to make sure the boats were properly berthed for the night.

As usual I was barefoot and as I left the house to walk down the walkway in the dark, a vision of a Copperhead lounging across the sidewalk flashed into my mind.

I had never before had such an intense vision of this nature and something in my mind told me to go back inside and light my way with a flashlight.

Half-way between the house and the boathouse, I looked down, and lo and behold a large Copperhead, exactly as seen in my vision was stretched from one side of the walkway to the other, soaking up the warmth of the concrete.

I haven’t had any more visions of Copperheads on the walkway nor have I seen any more.

ETHICIUS I