"So on the morrow at dawn I took the club Watcher in my hand and a

little dancing shield, and made ready to start. The old woman blessed

me and bade me farewell, but the other people of the kraal mocked,

saying: 'A little man for so big a club! Beware, little man, lest the

ghosts use the club on you!' So they spoke, but one girl in the kraal

--she is a granddaughter of the old woman--led me aside, praying me

not to go, for the forest on the Ghost Mountain had an evil name: none

dared walk there, since it was certainly full of spirits, who howled