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I have been free from superstitious terror as most men, yet there were few in those days who did not yield to the sway of the supernatural Occasionally, aher education, there hostly chains of the dark ages, seeking a mysteries in huer should rise altogether above the popular spell which still made of the Devil a very potent personality

Consequently, as my anxious eyes uplifted toward the spot where De Noyan pointed, it need be no occasion for wonder that my blood turned to ice in my veins, and I felt convinced I looked upon His Satanic Majesty The vast wall of rock, arising a sheer hundred feet directly opposite to where we lay, appeared densely black now in the shadow, but as e, jagged fro stones, stood clearly revealed in the full silver sheen of thedistinctly forth in delicate tracery against the background of the night sky

Appearing to ed into one, there uprose on that suri it could be other than the Evil One It was unclothed frohastly white beneath the h above the head, causing the latter to appear hideously deforhtly judge It re directly upward, ever waving back and forth to the breath of the night wind Nor did this horrid figure ree of the precipice, it would leap high into the air, flinging aloft long gaunt ar to float bodily forth into the space above us, to disappear instantly, like soloos, along the crest; noing directly in our front, looestures; then dancing far to right or left, a vague shade in the sheen, a , the sa upon the air, leering down upon our speechless misery

My eyes, wide-opened by terror, followed these hastly shape I listened vainly for the slightest sound to connect it with aught huht's solemn silence, the dread stillness of wilderness solitudes, rested everywhere I heard thethe swaying branches of the cedars; the dull roar of the little river, even the stentorian breathing of the Puritan lying asleep behind us, but that was all That hideous apparition dancing sothe cliff su, foreboding evil, gesticulating inthe mad antics of a fiend