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growl from one of his canine companions caused him 
to look around. Then he saw, creeping stealthily 
through.the low trees on his left, a figure which to 
his excited imagination seemed clothed in shining 
white. He was so terribly frightened, that, notwith- 
standing his h®avy load, he darted forward over the 
rocks at a rapid pace. The rattling of the stones set 
adrift by his feet, as they bounded down the steep 
mountain-side, impressed him the more that the spirit 
was pursuing him, and he ran with all his might. 
The flambeau that Meyong had prepared to guide 
him was now but a flickering. brand, and he did not 
see it until close upon it. By its presence, however, 
he was enabled more easily to find the cave, in the 
mouth of which he stood as before described. 
He had barely finished this recital when a loud ex- 
clamation from Meyong caused me to look up, and I 
saw in the place so lately occupied by Coryet another 
apparition. This time it was surely the ghost. He 
was not clad in white, however, but in tattered gar- 
ments of skin, and his long hands grasped the top of 
a staff such as no spirit could wield, assuredly. As 
soon as we had recovered from our surprise I sprang 
forward and aided this tottering figure to the fire. It 
was an.old man, a very old Indian, who, if he could 
speak, I thought, might be able to tell us of the cap- 
ture of that fair lady who was imprisoned here so 
many years ago. He uttered no word, made no sign; 
but we did not need either to inform us that he was 
starving and perishing. Again the rum was brought 
into requisition, again did my faithful Meyong bring 
forth from the ashes the tender crabs for our unex- 
pected guest. 
