The moon's ower high.' The procession continued as if to some slow music.

I had been in no fear of the adventure back there by our cave; but now that I saw the thing from close at hand, my courage began to ebb.

There was something desperately uncanny about this great negro, who had shed his clerical garments, and was now practising some strange magic alone by the sea.
I had no doubt it was the black art, for there was that in the air and the scene which spelled the unlawful.

As we watched, the circles stopped, and the man threw something on the fire.

A thick smoke rose of which we could feel the aromatic scent, and when it was gone the flame burned with a silvery blueness like moonlight.