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"
In
the
face
of
specimens
?
"
"
Ah
,
there
we
may
have
them
!
Malone
and
his
filthy
Fleet
Street
crew
may
be
all
yelping
our
praises
yet
.
August
the
twenty-eighth
--
the
day
we
saw
five
live
iguanodons
in
a
glade
of
Maple
White
Land
.
Put
it
down
in
your
diary
,
my
young
friend
,
and
send
it
to
your
rag
.
"
"
And
be
ready
to
get
the
toe-end
of
the
editorial
boot
in
return
,
"
said
Lord
John
.
"
Things
look
a
bit
different
from
the
latitude
of
London
,
young
fellah
my
lad
.
There
's
many
a
man
who
never
tells
his
adventures
,
for
he
ca
n't
hope
to
be
believed
.
Who
's
to
blame
them
?
For
this
will
seem
a
bit
of
a
dream
to
ourselves
in
a
month
or
two
.
WHAT
did
you
say
they
were
?
"
"
Iguanodons
,
"
said
Summerlee
.
"
You
'll
find
their
footmarks
all
over
the
Hastings
sands
,
in
Kent
,
and
in
Sussex
.
The
South
of
England
was
alive
with
them
when
there
was
plenty
of
good
lush
green-stuff
to
keep
them
going
.
Conditions
have
changed
,
and
the
beasts
died
.
Here
it
seems
that
the
conditions
have
not
changed
,
and
the
beasts
have
lived
.
"
"
If
ever
we
get
out
of
this
alive
,
I
must
have
a
head
with
me
,
"
said
Lord
John
.
"
Lord
,
how
some
of
that
Somaliland-Uganda
crowd
would
turn
a
beautiful
pea-green
if
they
saw
it
!
I
do
n't
know
what
you
chaps
think
,
but
it
strikes
me
that
we
are
on
mighty
thin
ice
all
this
time
.
"
I
had
the
same
feeling
of
mystery
and
danger
around
us
.
In
the
gloom
of
the
trees
there
seemed
a
constant
menace
and
as
we
looked
up
into
their
shadowy
foliage
vague
terrors
crept
into
one
's
heart
.
It
is
true
that
these
monstrous
creatures
which
we
had
seen
were
lumbering
,
inoffensive
brutes
which
were
unlikely
to
hurt
anyone
,
but
in
this
world
of
wonders
what
other
survivals
might
there
not
be
--
what
fierce
,
active
horrors
ready
to
pounce
upon
us
from
their
lair
among
the
rocks
or
brushwood
?
I
knew
little
of
prehistoric
life
,
but
I
had
a
clear
remembrance
of
one
book
which
I
had
read
in
which
it
spoke
of
creatures
who
would
live
upon
our
lions
and
tigers
as
a
cat
lives
upon
mice
.
What
if
these
also
were
to
be
found
in
the
woods
of
Maple
White
Land
!
It
was
destined
that
on
this
very
morning
--
our
first
in
the
new
country
--
we
were
to
find
out
what
strange
hazards
lay
around
us
.
It
was
a
loathsome
adventure
,
and
one
of
which
I
hate
to
think
.
If
,
as
Lord
John
said
,
the
glade
of
the
iguanodons
will
remain
with
us
as
a
dream
,
then
surely
the
swamp
of
the
pterodactyls
will
forever
be
our
nightmare
.
Let
me
set
down
exactly
what
occurred
.
We
passed
very
slowly
through
the
woods
,
partly
because
Lord
Roxton
acted
as
scout
before
he
would
let
us
advance
,
and
partly
because
at
every
second
step
one
or
other
of
our
professors
would
fall
,
with
a
cry
of
wonder
,
before
some
flower
or
insect
which
presented
him
with
a
new
type
.
We
may
have
traveled
two
or
three
miles
in
all
,
keeping
to
the
right
of
the
line
of
the
stream
,
when
we
came
upon
a
considerable
opening
in
the
trees
.
A
belt
of
brushwood
led
up
to
a
tangle
of
rocks
--
the
whole
plateau
was
strewn
with
boulders
.
