Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 1, July 1852Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XLI, No. 1, July 1852
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
This announcement created not a little stir in the scientific world; but
as three years passed away without any confirmation of the opinion,
certain wise men looked extra wise, and pronounced that the Professor
for once “had made a mistake.” But a triumphant vindication was at hand,
even from so unpromising a spot as Poverty Bay, in the shape of two
goodly boxes crammed full of bones, which looked as if they were the
remains of some ante-diluvial pic-nic, where the giants of those days
had been picking the scaffolding of the contents of a Brobdignagian pie;
and the curiosity connected with the said bones was heightened by a
delightfully mysterious history communicated with them by the gentleman
from whom they were sent. For the respectable natives, speaking, of
course, by the card, had informed him that the bones belonged to a
family of extraordinary monsters, one of whom was still in existence in
an inaccessible cavern on the side of a hill near the river Wairoa, and
that, like the lady in the fairy tales, this creature was jealously
guarded by a sort of huge lizard or dragon. Mr. Williams treated these
stories as idle fables, but some time after was a little staggered by a
sort of corroboration of the tale; for happening to speak to an American
about these bones, he was told by him that the bird was still in
existence in the neighborhood of Cloudy Bay, in Cook’s Straits, and that
the natives there had mentioned to an Englishman of a whaling party,
that there was a bird of extraordinary size, to be seen only at night,
on the side of a hill near there. Our countryman, with a companion and a
native guide, went to the spot on murderous thoughts intent, and after
waiting some time, they saw the creature at a little distance, towering
to the height of something like sixteen feet. One of the men was said to
have proposed to go near and take a shot at it, but the other was so
utterly terrified that they contented themselves with looking; and after
a time, the monster took the alarm, and, in almost seven-league boots,
strode away up the side of the mountain.
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