"You are an educated man
"Bogs make queer noises sometimes
"No, no, that was a living voice
"Well, perhaps it was
"No, I never did
"It's a very rare bird — practically extinct — in England now
"It's the weirdest, strangest thing
"Yes, it's rather an uncanny place altogether
queer [kwI@], educated [,edju:'keItId], bird [b@:d]
"Queer place, the moor!" said he.
"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 don'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."
"Yes, it's rather an uncanny place altogether. Look at the hill-side yonder. What do you make of those?"
The whole steep slope was covered with grey circular rings of stone
"What are they? Sheep-pens