Up it we went, I riding and Nombe, who had descended from the cart that followed, walking by my side and watching me.
"You seem sad, Macumazahn," she said at length.
"Yes, Nombe, I am sad.

This place makes me so." "Is it the place, Macumazahn, or is it the thought of one whom once you met in the place, one who is dead ?" I looked at her, pretending not to understand, and she went on-- "I have the gift of vision, Macumazahn, which comes at times to those of my trade, and now and again, amongst others, I have seemed to see the spirit of a certain woman haunting this kloof as though she were waiting for some one." "Indeed, and what may that woman be like ?" I inquired carelessly.
"As it chances I can see her now gliding backwards in front of you just there, and therefore am able to answer your question, Macumazahn.

She is tall and slender, beautifully made, and light-coloured for one of us black people.

She has large eyes like a buck, and those eyes are full of fire that does not come from the sun but from within.

Her face is tender yet proud, oh! so proud that she makes me afraid.