My first idea was, that it was a mere night-mare; but when I
recollected that I was in a strange country, and moreover remembered
the adventure of the alligator, which had so recently occurred, I
began to conceive that it must be a reality. There is no harm, at
least, thought I, in being prepared for the worst. Accordingly, I
reached out my hand, and seized my cudgel. I then laid down upon my
bed, and keeping my eye fixed upon the grisly apparition, held myself
ready for what might happen. I kept myself perfectly still, and at
last the creature spread its wings and began to make a circuit through
the upper regions of the apartment.
Round and round he went, upon a noiseless wing, and at last began to
make a dip at me. Never shall I forget the sensations of that horrible
moment! The very uncertainty, whether it was a reality, or some grisly
phantom of the brain, seemed to increase my agitation. Could I have
been sure that it was a thing of flesh and blood, I should have been
ready to give it battle. But the doubt, whether it was a being of this
world or another, seemed to freeze my blood. I grasped my cudgel, but
my arm was paralyzed.
Thus I lay for several moments, while the spectre wheeled round and
round, at every evolution, stooping lower and lower, as he came near
the place where I lay. At last he paused in his flight, and hovered
over the foot of my bed. I could distinctly feel his claws upon my
feet, as well as the fanning of his wings, which were kept constantly
in motion. The sensation restored my reason and my strength. I
partially arose in my bed, and struck a furious blow with my cane at
the monster. It took effect, and it fell lifeless to the floor. What
was my surprise, on going to the spot where the creature lay, to
discover that what my excited fancy had exaggerated to the seeming
dimensions of a winged ox, was, in fact, not bigger than a crow! It
was one of the huge bats common to Guiana, and known by the name of
the Vampire. It had no doubt come to see how a little blood drawn out
of a Yankee boy’s great toe would taste. But the fellow was mistaken
in his customer.
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