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mation that it proceeded from the pipe of an 
old woman who, having inadvertently stepped 
in and knowing the legend, was philosophically 
biding her time and making the best of a bad 
matter by solacing the dreary hours with her 
pipe until daylight should come to break the 
spell and set her free. 
This recalled another story that shows how 
good a thing superstition is in other people, 
if one only knows how to make use of it. It 
is said the Highlanders of Cape North have 
more or less faith in bogies and a correspond- 
ing fear of them. Somewhere along the coast 
is a rocky seat known as the devil's chair, and 
a strange light was frequently seen here at 
night, to the blood-curdling horror of the 
beholder. 
The same traveller, who was not a High- 
lander, and who had no fear of bogies, one 
night shied a stone, all too well aimed, which 
extinguished the light and raised a frightened 
howl from the bogy, who doubtless thought 
all bogy-land was after her in earnest, for the 
pseudo-bogy was a poor old woman too old 
to work with any sort of satisfaction to her- 
self, and whose son, being a hard man, com- 
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