Then the dancers seemed paralyzed there on the place,
And horror was stamped upon ev’ry pale face;
They heard his wild cries and it filled them with gloom,
He went from their view, and they thought to his doom.
They stood there in terror and thought of his fate.
It redoubled the fear of their own trying state,
And the ghost of poor Dan seemed to everywhere walk
In their midst—they were dazed and unable to talk;
For many were there who in life had seen naught
Of the horrors like that which that day to them brought,