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Great
God
!
what
could
it
mean
?
Was
it
a
phantom
?
Surely
it
could
not
be
human
?
They
who
viewed
it
were
not
the
men
to
have
faith
either
in
phantoms
,
or
phantasmagoria
.
Many
of
them
had
met
Nature
in
her
remotest
solitudes
,
and
wrestled
with
her
in
her
roughest
moods
.
They
were
not
given
to
a
belief
in
ghosts
.
But
the
confidence
of
the
most
incredulous
was
shaken
by
a
sight
so
strange
--
so
absolutely
unnatural
--
and
to
such
an
extent
,
that
the
stoutest
hearted
of
the
party
was
forced
mentally
to
repeat
the
words
:
--
"
Is
it
a
phantom
?
Surely
it
can
not
be
human
?
"
Its
size
favoured
the
idea
of
the
supernatural
.
It
appeared
double
that
of
an
ordinary
man
upon
an
ordinary
horse
.
It
was
more
like
a
giant
on
a
gigantic
steed
;
though
this
might
have
been
owing
to
the
illusory
light
under
which
it
was
seen
--
the
refraction
of
the
sun
's
rays
passing
horizontally
through
the
tremulous
atmosphere
of
the
parched
plain
.
There
was
but
little
time
to
philosophise
--
not
enough
to
complete
a
careful
scrutiny
of
the
unearthly
apparition
,
which
every
one
present
,
with
hand
spread
over
his
eyes
to
shade
them
from
the
dazzling
glare
,
was
endeavouring
to
make
.
Nothing
of
colour
could
be
noted
--
neither
the
garments
of
the
man
,
nor
the
hairy
coat
of
the
horse
.
Only
the
shape
could
be
traced
,
outlined
in
sable
silhouette
against
the
golden
background
of
the
sky
;
and
this
in
every
change
of
attitude
,
whether
fronting
the
spectators
,
or
turned
stern
towards
them
,
was
still
the
same
--
still
that
inexplicable
phenomenon
:
a
horseman
without
a
head
!
Was
it
a
phantom
?
Surely
it
could
not
be
human
?
