| INTRODUCTION | ||
| PAGE | ||
| I. | THE UNCANNY UNDER FIRE | 11 |
| II. | WAR THE REVEALER | 17 |
| III. | THE SOUL'S BOUNDARY LINE | 21 |
| IV. | THE SPIRITUAL ENTITY | 27 |
| V. | ANGELS | 31 |
| VI. | FELLOWSHIP WITH THE UNSEEN | 35 |
| VII. | THE WHITE COMRADE | 39 |
| FIVE SKETCHES | ||
| I. | OMBOS | 49 |
| II. | THE DE GAMELYN TRADITIONS | 101 |
| III. | THE MILLS OF GOD | 127 |
| IV. | THE STORY OF A SPY | 137 |
| V. | THROUGH THE FURNACE | 161 |
"Do you think there is anything in it?" Hewas a clean-set six-foot specimen of Englishmanhood, an officer of the R.F.A. woundedat Mons, who spoke. "I mean I haven'tstudied these subjects much—in fact, Ihaven't studied them at all. Sport is morein my line than spiritualism and that kindof thing, but when you have experiencesbrought under your very nose again andagain, you cannot help thinking there mustbe something in such things." He had justtold me that in the last few minutes' sleephe managed to get on the march to Mons hedreamt that he was unable to sit his horse.The next day he was wounded inside his rightknee, not seriously, but sufficient to stop himriding for a week or two. "I should neverhave thought anything more of it—I mean,connecting the dream with the ill-luck—butin the South African campaign there werequite remarkable instances. You see, atsuch times when you are playing hide-and-seek[12]with shrapnel, officers and men get verychummy when w