“Strike me dead, the track has vanished,
Well, what now? We’ve lost the way,
Demons have bewitched our horses,
Led us in the wilds astray.

“What a number! Whither drift they?
What’s the mournful dirge they sing?
Do they hail a witch’s marriage
Or a goblin’s burying?”

A. Pushkin.

“And there was one herd of many swine feeding on this
mountain; and they besought him that he would suffer them to
enter into them. And he suffered them.

“Then went the devils out of the man and entered into the
swine; and the herd ran violently down a steep place into
the lake and were choked.

“When they that fed them saw what was done, they fled, and
went and told it in the city and in the country.

“Then they went out to see what was done; and came to Jesus
and found the man, out of whom the devils were departed,
sitting at the feet of Jesus, clothed and in his right mind;
and they were afraid.”

Luke, ch. viii. 32-37.