BELIEF IN GHOSTS. 349 



determined effort to solve the extraordinary enigma 

 before me. 



" The unknown and inexplicable procession was 

 just leaving the kloof at the further poort ; in fact, 

 the leaders had turned the corner and were out of 

 sight when I pulled Dopper together, drove both 

 spurs deep into his flanks, and dashed forward to 

 intercept at least the last of these mysterious 

 travellers. But I was too late ; all had turned the 

 corner and disappeared behind the rock-projecting 

 barrier. With renewed energy I myself turned it, 

 expecting to see the string of natives before me. To 

 my surprise and astonishment, all had vanished. 



" Forty years before the adventure I have narrated 

 occurred to me, to the very day, mark that, the Boers 

 murdered Morocco, his son, their wives, and their 

 attendants in the most inhuman manner, and worse 

 still, under a flag of truce. The Baralong race, to 

 whom they belong, well remember the circumstances, 

 and the scene of the massacre was Asvogel Kloof, 

 near old Erasmus Swartz's farm, in Griqua Land 

 West. 



" Now, I would ask you, friend, are you surprised 

 that I believe in ghosts ? " 



