On the morning of the 6th instant, the weather intensely cold, the ground covered with ice or frozen snow, as I may say, precisely at the hour of eight, A. M. as Mary Jenkins (who lives as servant at the Fox and Crown public-house, just on the brow of Highgate Hill), a young woman about nineteen years of age, of a fresh complexion and sanguine habit, was lying awake in her bed (Reaumur's Thermometer then standing at only and Fahrenheit's at ), she heard a shout of an uncommon kind; and running to the window, the following phænomenon presented itself to her view. A man, drest much after the manner of the English, but of a fierce and terrifying aspect, seem'd to pass the Fox like lightning, mounted on something like a horse; but such a one as she had never before seen; having the head, neck, and fore-legs of those of this country; saving that the legs were stretch'd out and void of motion; he was furnish'd with a pair of wings, and his hind parts descended from his head obliquely to the ground.
