A MIDNIGHT MARCH. 149 
Without a doubt, this was the jumbie that had given 
both Coryet and myself such a fright. This harmless, 
pitiful old man, who had approached us in the dire 
extremity of want, had nearly perished through being 
taken for a visitor from the spirit-world, which he 
manifestly so soon would reach. This assurance was 
not necessary to induce my boys to tenderly care for 
him, and we soon had the satisfaction of seeing the 
poor creature resting on the ground in peaceful slum- 
ber. After this event nothing occurred to disturb our 
rest, and we all slept well, the spirit laid that had 
alarmed us; and not one of those to whom this cave 
belonged in olden time did trouble us. 
We stayed there all the succeeding day, and renewed 
our search, though unsuccessfully, for the Dzadlotzn. 
Our guest slept till nearly noon, but when he awoke 
he seemed greatly refreshed, and strove to make us 
sensible of his gratitude. The words he uttered were 
those of an unknown tongue, but we knew that he 
fain would express his thanks, and tried to assure 
him that we understood him. 
It was finally concluded between Coryet and Me- 
yong that this old man was a crazy chief, who, refusing 
to submit to English rule, had fled to the mountains 
more than fifty years ago, whence he sometimes vis- 
sited the Indians of the coast by stealth. For several 
years he had not been seen, and it was thought that 
he was dead. He had been insane for many years. 
Towards night he became restless, and late in the 
evening he insisted upon going outside. Finally, his 
desire to depart grew so strong, and his gestures to 
us to follow so violent, that, after consultation, my 
boys were convinced that it would be best to follow 
