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"
But
what
is
it
?
"
"
The
peasants
say
it
is
the
Hound
of
the
Baskervilles
calling
for
its
prey
.
I
've
heard
it
once
or
twice
before
,
but
never
quite
so
loud
.
"
I
looked
round
,
with
a
chill
of
fear
in
my
heart
,
at
the
huge
swelling
plain
,
mottled
with
the
green
patches
of
rushes
.
Nothing
stirred
over
the
vast
expanse
save
a
pair
of
ravens
,
which
croaked
loudly
from
a
tor
behind
us
.
"
You
are
an
educated
man
.
You
do
n't
believe
such
nonsense
as
that
?
"
said
I.
"
What
do
you
think
is
the
cause
of
so
strange
a
sound
?
"
"
Bogs
make
queer
noises
sometimes
.
It
's
the
mud
settling
,
or
the
water
rising
,
or
something
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
that
was
a
living
voice
.
"
"
Well
,
perhaps
it
was
.
Did
you
ever
hear
a
bittern
booming
?
"
"
No
,
I
never
did
.
"
"
It
's
a
very
rare
bird
--
practically
extinct
--
in
England
now
,
but
all
things
are
possible
upon
the
moor
.
Yes
,
I
should
not
be
surprised
to
learn
that
what
we
have
heard
is
the
cry
of
the
last
of
the
bitterns
.
"
"
It
's
the
weirdest
,
strangest
thing
that
ever
I
heard
in
my
life
.
"
