At Wednesbury, the colliers going to their pits early in the morning hear the noise of a "pack of hounds" in the air, to which they give the name Gabriel's hounds, though the more sober and judicious take them only to be wild geese making this noise in their flight.--White Kennett's Lansdowne Manuscript of Provincial Words, c. 1700
These phantom hounds, jet black and breathing flames ... frequent bleak and dreary moors on tempestuous nights, and woe betide the unlucky wretch who chances to cross their path.--E. M. Wright's Rustic Speech and Folklore, 1914
Gabriel-ratchet, a name for a yelping sound at night, like the cry of hounds.--Rev. John Atkinson's Forty Years in a Moorland Parish, 1891
Feast Day of St. Dominic,
a patron of astronomers. Reginald Scot's The Discoverie of Witchcraft (1584) commented on diverse bogeymen of his time: "[They] have so frayed us with bull-beggars, witches, urchins, elves, hags, satyrs, pans, faunes, sylvans ... the spoorney, nymphs, changelings, incubus ... the man in the oke, the hell-waine, and such other bugbears that we were afraid of our own shadowes."
Sounds like an average day in a D&D campaign.
My late uncle Pat (the archetypal Irish Catholic priest if ever there was one) was called Dominic in his parish, actually. I used to call up there occasionally and ask for Patrick Eagan, only to have them say, "Who? Oh, you mean Father Dominic!" Used to confuse the heck out of me ... and to a certain extent it still does.