Essential Novelists - Arthur Conan Doyle. Arthur Conan Doyle

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 hillside yonder. What do you make of those?”

      The whole steep slope was covered with gray circular rings of stone, a score of them at least.

      “What are they? Sheep-pens?”

      “No, they are the homes of our worthy ancestors. Prehistoric man lived thickly on the moor, and as no one in particular has lived there since, we find all his little arrangements exactly as he left them. These are his wigwams with the roofs off. You can even see his hearth and his couch if you have the curiosity to go inside.