Extraterrestrial beings -- Fiction; Science fiction, English; Space flight to Mars -- Fiction
No less than nine of these terrible monsters came from the lake during
the hour that we watched, and all took the same beaten track into the
swamps that the first had followed, and we saw them no more. Temple
could scarcely conceal a shudder, as he looked at the now placid water.
"Ah!" he exclaimed, "who would have dreamed that such creatures were
lying beneath its surface?"
Certainly the Doctor alarmed us, when we heard him coolly bidding
Sandy to seek and slaughter these loathsome creatures.
"Sandy," said he, "you must get me one of those serpents to morrow.
It will be most interesting to dissect so magnificent a type of the
Reptilia. I may not have another such opportunity."
"Na, na, Doctor, I could na do it--I could na do it, mon," he replied
deprecatingly.
"Doctor, I am afraid, if you press your request, we shall have Sandy
wanting to give us all a week's notice," said Graham, assuming an air
of mock gravity as he spoke.
"I dinna want to do anything o' the kind, Mr. Graham."
"All right, Sandy my boy, I'll make a bargain with you," answered
Graham, laughing. "If I kill the beastie, will you help to cut him up?"
"Na, na, Mr. Graham, it is na a joking matter. I will ha' nothing to do
with it; for as sure as you do, bad luck'll be followin' us. We'd best
not meddle wi' the likes o' them."
"Well, Sandy," said the Doctor, "you must have had sufficient
experience of me, by this time, to know that I never ask a man to do
anything I am afraid to do myself. I spoke thoughtlessly, and will do
the killing myself."
By the time these reptiles had passed out of sight, the storm had
well-nigh subsided. Sleep was beyond us, the sight of these reptiles
alone was enough to keep us awake for a week. We longed, oh, how we
longed for the dawn! But more surprises were in store for us, ere that
eventful night had passed away.
The awful storm seemed to have stirred into activity the wild beasts of
this lonesome marsh, and many curious cries resounded from its depths.
Now a muffled yell, or a chorus of loud bellowings would be heard,
as if some gigantic creatures were fighting each other to the death.
Then more musical calls would break the oppressive stillness--here,
there, and everywhere from the thickets they came, but the animals that
produced them were invisible in the gloom. Our curiosity was excited to
the utmost limits of human endurance.
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