40 My Dogs in the Northland 



gions of departed spirits, noiselessly flitted 

 into dim vision the ghostly forms of multi- 

 tudes clad in purest white or in robes of 

 pink or yellow. In rhythmic measure, they 

 danced along, just above the horizon and 

 then with a sudden bound, they flew up 

 into the heavens above us, only pausing in 

 the midway course for a second, to flash 

 out in some more glorious colour or to be 

 changed into forms of more ravishing 

 beauty. When the zenith was reached the 

 grandest transformation of all took place. 

 For here came whole multitudes from those 

 who seemingly had been engaged in the car- 

 nival of blood, to the white-robed innocent 

 and unstained spirits of light. In myriads 

 they came, and as though every one knew 

 its place they rapidly formed in the very 

 zenith above us the crowning glory of the 

 auroral displays, the perfect corona, the 

 grandest vision the eye of man ever gazed 

 upcm. How it scintillated and blazed above 

 us, a crown of splendour, a fit diadem for 

 Ilim, " on whose head are many crowns ! " 

 Then, as the whole corona blazed out in 

 equal brightness, the shadow of my dogs 

 was thrown completely under them. These 

 ghostly shadows seemed to startle and 



