Hold the chair steady, Doad, if you can, while I get up and look out." She set the chair under the skylight again, and then, while Theodora held it steady, climbed upon it--no easy matter with the vehicle rocking so violently--and tried to raise the skylight.

But that, too, had jammed.

At last, by pushing hard against it, she succeeded in raising it far enough to let her peer out over the flat roof.
There, in the moonlight, she saw a strange-looking creature,--a man,--who rolled and ambled rather than walked; he was leading a white horse by the bit, and the horse was dragging the "saloon" down the road.
The man was a truly terrifying spectacle.

He seemed to be a giant; his head projected far forward between his shoulders, and on his back was what looked like a camel's hump! His feet were not like human feet, but rather like huge hoofs; and the man, if he was one, wabbled forward on them in a way that turned Catherine quite sick with apprehension.

All she could think of was the picture of Giant Despair in her grandmother's copy of Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress.
Unable to imagine who or what he could be, Catherine stood for some moments and stared at him, fascinated.