THE LAST DAY AT CHEE-HA. 



dream of liounds that fled, while bears in packs pur- 

 sued them of bucks that melted into air, while the 

 death-dealing charge passed through them harmless 

 of smoke-wreaths, bodying forth the forms of men 

 long dead and moldering and such like " peril- 

 ous stuff as dreams are made of." 



" And now, that the Laird has gone to rest (if his 

 marrow will let him), tell us of those visions which 

 you spoke of as having been seen by you," said G.; 

 " I have myself been under spiritual influences !" 



" Here it is all written out," said Venator, with 

 a solemn face, and drawing a paper from his side- 

 pocket ; " shall I read ?" 



" Yes," said Gr., " especially if it contains your 

 personal experience." 



" It is headed Phantasmagoria" said Venator 

 and he read what follows : 



" There again ! It flits along the wall, a shadowy 

 procession and now, it seems to pause ! Who and 

 what are these bloodless, filmy beings, that move 

 about, yet not like things of life ? The human out- 

 line, without the finish ! dwarfish, unfashioned a 

 race of pigmy goblins, sans head and legs ! Ho ! 

 now they vault and leap ! leap legless ! to what in- 

 fernal music, too all on one sharp key-note. Whiz, 



whiz fie ! I have it ! they are little devilets, 



dancing at a carnival ! No ! not that either ! for 



