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Hardly
had
we
started
when
we
came
across
signs
that
there
were
indeed
wonders
awaiting
us
.
After
a
few
hundred
yards
of
thick
forest
,
containing
many
trees
which
were
quite
unknown
to
me
,
but
which
Summerlee
,
who
was
the
botanist
of
the
party
,
recognized
as
forms
of
conifera
and
of
cycadaceous
plants
which
have
long
passed
away
in
the
world
below
,
we
entered
a
region
where
the
stream
widened
out
and
formed
a
considerable
bog
.
High
reeds
of
a
peculiar
type
grew
thickly
before
us
,
which
were
pronounced
to
be
equisetacea
,
or
mare
's
-
tails
,
with
tree-ferns
scattered
amongst
them
,
all
of
them
swaying
in
a
brisk
wind
.
Suddenly
Lord
John
,
who
was
walking
first
,
halted
with
uplifted
hand
.
"
Look
at
this
!
"
said
he
.
"
By
George
,
this
must
be
the
trail
of
the
father
of
all
birds
!
"
An
enormous
three-toed
track
was
imprinted
in
the
soft
mud
before
us
.
The
creature
,
whatever
it
was
,
had
crossed
the
swamp
and
had
passed
on
into
the
forest
.
We
all
stopped
to
examine
that
monstrous
spoor
.
If
it
were
indeed
a
bird
--
and
what
animal
could
leave
such
a
mark
?
--
its
foot
was
so
much
larger
than
an
ostrich
's
that
its
height
upon
the
same
scale
must
be
enormous
.
Lord
John
looked
eagerly
round
him
and
slipped
two
cartridges
into
his
elephant-gun
.
"
I
'll
stake
my
good
name
as
a
shikarree
,
"
said
he
,
"
that
the
track
is
a
fresh
one
.
The
creature
has
not
passed
ten
minutes
.
Look
how
the
water
is
still
oozing
into
that
deeper
print
!
By
Jove
!
See
,
here
is
the
mark
of
a
little
one
!
"
Sure
enough
,
smaller
tracks
of
the
same
general
form
were
running
parallel
to
the
large
ones
.
"
But
what
do
you
make
of
this
?
"
cried
Professor
Summerlee
,
triumphantly
,
pointing
to
what
looked
like
the
huge
print
of
a
five-fingered
human
hand
appearing
among
the
three-toed
marks
.
"
Wealden
!
"
cried
Challenger
,
in
an
ecstasy
.
"
I
've
seen
them
in
the
Wealden
clay
.
It
is
a
creature
walking
erect
upon
three-toed
feet
,
and
occasionally
putting
one
of
its
five-fingered
forepaws
upon
the
ground
.
Not
a
bird
,
my
dear
Roxton
--
not
a
bird
.
"
"
A
beast
?
"
"
No
;
a
reptile
--
a
dinosaur
.
Nothing
else
could
have
left
such
a
track
.
They
puzzled
a
worthy
Sussex
doctor
some
ninety
years
ago
;
but
who
in
the
world
could
have
hoped
--
hoped
--
to
have
seen
a
sight
like
that
?
"
