Adventure stories; Long Island (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Mystery fiction; Pteranodon -- Fiction
“Then I shall proceed,” said Professor Ravenden, and turning to his
manuscript he read: “Report on certain events noted by Willis Ravenden,
F. R. S., Sc.D., at Montauk Point, Long Island, on the evening of
September 18, 1902.
“On the evening named I had set forth from Third House with the purpose
of seeking a specimen of the _Catocala_. Besides my capturing net, a
can of molasses and rum for an insect lure, and the poison jar, I
carried, in pursuance of general agreement, a thirty-two-calibre
revolver. Passing around the south end of the lake, I selected for my
operations a patch of _Quercus ilicifolia_ several hundred feet beyond
the western shore and perhaps a mile distant from my point of
departure, and smeared the leaves with the adhesive mixture. Some
success was rewarding my efforts, among other captives being fine
specimens of the _Saturnia maia_ and the _Dryocampa imperialis_, when a
cloud-bank obscured the moon, and the wind which had been blowing
lightly from the north became capricious and gusty. Conditions such as
these are unfavourable to the pursuit of the nocturnal _lepidoptero_.
Moreover, the darkness was becoming very dense. Hastily closing and
packing my net, I set out for home. As nearly as I can estimate it then
was about 10 o’clock p. m.
“Owing to the darkness and the irregularity of the ground, my progress
was difficult. When I had almost reached, as I estimated, the shore of
the lake, I stumbled and fell. As I regained my feet, a strange sound
which appeared to come from above and a trifle to the northwest of me
attracted my attention. It suggested the presence of some winged
creature, although it resembled rather a crackling than a beating or
flapping of pinions. It seemed to differ from the strange creaking
which I had before noted when abroad at night, and which I at once
recalled. Somewhat alarmed, I drew my revolver and cocked it. At this
moment the wind, which had been dead from the north, veered in a sharp
gust to the northwest. A rushing noise from the blackness above seemed
to be drawing near me at a high speed, and as I braced myself for some
assault, an object which I believe to have been very large, struck the
ground with great violence a few rods, as I judged, to the west of me
and came bounding over the earth in my direction. At the same time I
discerned a faintly perceptible oily odour.
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