Something large as a small bird was fluttering around.

Mrs.Comstock began to perspire, while her hand shook wildly.

Closer she crept and just as she reached for it, something similar swept past and both flew away together.
Mrs.Comstock set her teeth and stood shivering.

For a long time the locusts rasped, the whip-poor-wills cried and a steady hum of night life throbbed in her ears.

Away in the sky she saw something coming when it was no larger than a falling leaf.