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This feeling I could not shake off; but I reached camp 
without harm, though my face must have betrayed 
me, for Meyong noticed my agitation and remarked: 
“Ah, you meet jumbie, eh?” 
Jombie, or jumbie, is the name by which are known 
the evil spirits who walk the earth. 
“No,” I replied, “I have seen nothing.” I did not 
care to show to Meyong any such foolish fear as had 
just before possessed me. 
“You no see him, but he see you; something make 
you ’fraid.” This I could not deny; and then Me- 
yong launched into the story of the ghost that haunted 
this mountain, which he fully believed. Stretched 
upon my bed of palm-leaves, I listened as he talked. 
“If ‘crak-crak’ bawl one kind way, some person 
go to dead. Me sinks me hear zat to-day. Long 
agone, in old Carib'time, one berry cruel man say he 
must to be bury like he sit down, he must to be put in 
he grave just like he sit on bench. Well, zey make 
him so, and not long all ze person get walloping; zey 
know not who make it, but if a man only so speak of 
ze man buried and say,‘ Ah, poor fellah,’ he shu to 
get him skin well wallop. It make ze person most 
fright to dead, and if zey but go near he hut where 
him bury in ze night, zey must to see him jumbie and 
get blow on ze head. Soon again, he jumbie take to 
go in ze canoe all about ze coast; when zey go fishin’ 
he always to be dah: he whistle, he sing, an’ ze canoe 
men use to him an’ not mine him. One day ze canoe 
swamp an’ ze jumbie make to drown, but ze Carib 
men he no drown; zey see him no mo’. _ Person say 
he come up to ze mountain, zat I sinks myself. After 
zat, no mo’ Carib bury like him sitting down.” 
