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The fire had burned low, and it was only by its fit- 
ful gleams that I saw this strange vision. Meyong 
touched me, and whispered, “ Coryet see jumbie.” 
So it was; he had seen the visitor of whom I had 
but felt the presence. Looking upon this event, or 
chain of events, in the light of subsequent revelations, 
I laugh; but at that time I almost believed, with my 
boys, in the existence of a forest spirit. 
