g Post. It was originally told nearly thirty years ago, by an eye-witness:
the Spotted hand.
the other morning, at the breakfast table, when I, an unobserved spectator, happened to be present, Calhoun was observed to gaze frequently at his right hand and brush it with his left in a hurried and nervous manner.
He did this so often that it excited attention.
At length one of the persons comprising the breakfast party — his name, I think, is Toombs, and he is a member of Congress from Georgia--took upon himself to ask the occasion of Mr. Calhoun's disquietude.
Does your hand pain you?
he asked of Mr. Calhoun.
To this Mr. Calhoun replied, in rather a hurried manner, Pshaw!
it is nothing but a dream I had last night, and which makes me see perpetually a large black spot, like an ink blotch, upon the back of my right hand; an optical illusion, I suppose.
Of course these words excited the curiosity of the company, but no one ventured to beg the details of this singular dream, u