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+I turned again and went on down towards the sea. I found the hot stream
+broadened out to a shallow, weedy sand, in which an abundance of crabs
+and long-bodied, many-legged creatures started from my footfall. I
+walked to the very edge of the salt water, and then I felt I was safe.
+I turned and stared, arms akimbo, at the thick green behind me, into
+which the steamy ravine cut like a smoking gash. But, as I say, I was
+too full of excitement and (a true saying, though those who have never
+known danger may doubt it) too desperate to die.
+
+Then it came into my head that there was one chance before me yet.
+While Moreau and Montgomery and their bestial rabble chased me through
+the island, might I not go round the beach until I came to their
+enclosure,—make a flank march upon them, in fact, and then with a rock
+lugged out of their loosely-built wall, perhaps, smash in the lock of
+the smaller door and see what I could find (knife, pistol, or what not)
+to fight them with when they returned? It was at any rate something to
+try.
+
+So I turned to the westward and walked along by the water’s edge. The
+setting sun flashed his blinding heat into my eyes. The slight Pacific
+tide was running in with a gentle ripple. Presently the shore fell away
+southward, and the sun came round upon my right hand. Then suddenly,
+far in front of me, I saw first one and then several figures emerging
+from the bushes,—Moreau, with his grey staghound, then Montgomery, and
+two others. At that I stopped.
+
+They saw me, and began gesticulating and advancing. I stood watching
+them approach. The two Beast Men came running forward to cut me off
+from the undergrowth, inland. Montgomery came, running also, but
+straight towards me. Moreau followed slower with the dog.
+
+At last I roused myself from my inaction, and turning seaward walked
+straight into the water. The water was very shallow at first. I was
+thirty yards out before the waves reached to my waist. Dimly I could
+see the intertidal creatures darting away from my feet.
+
+“What are you doing, man?” cried Montgomery.
+
+I turned, standing waist deep, and stared at them. Montgomery stood
+panting at the margin of the water. His face was bright-red with
+exertion, his long flaxen hair blown about his head, and his dropping
+nether lip showed his irregular teeth. Moreau was just coming up, his
+face pale and firm, and the dog at his hand barked at me. Both men had
+heavy whips. Farther up the beach stared the Beast Men.
+
+“What am I doing? I am going to drown myself,” said I.
+
+Montgomery and Moreau looked at each other. “Why?” asked Moreau.
+
+“Because that is better than being tortured by you.”
+
+“I told you so,” said Montgomery, and Moreau said something in a low
+tone.
+
+“What makes you think I shall torture you?” asked Moreau.
+
+“What I saw,” I said. “And those—yonder.”
+
+“Hush!” said Moreau, and held up his hand.
+
+“I will not,” said I. “They were men: what are they now? I at least
+will not be like them.”
+
+I looked past my interlocutors. Up the beach were M’ling, Montgomery’s
+attendant, and one of the white-swathed brutes from the boat. Farther
+up, in the shadow of the trees, I saw my little Ape-man, and behind him
+some other dim figures.
+
+“Who are these creatures?” said I, pointing to them and raising my
+voice more and more that it might reach them. “They were men, men like
+yourselves, whom you have infected with some bestial taint,—men whom
+you have enslaved, and whom you still fear.
+
+“You who listen,” I cried, pointing now to Moreau and shouting past him
+to the Beast Men,—“You who listen! Do you not see these men still fear
+you, go in dread of you? Why, then, do you fear them? You are many—”
+
+“For God’s sake,” cried Montgomery, “stop that, Prendick!”
+
+“Prendick!” cried Moreau.
+
+They both shouted together, as if to drown my voice; and behind them
+lowered the staring faces of the Beast Men, wondering, their deformed
+hands hanging down, their shoulders hunched up. They seemed, as I
+fancied, to be trying to understand me, to remember, I thought,
+something of their human past.
+
+I went on shouting, I scarcely remember what,—that Moreau and
+Montgomery could be killed, that they were not to be feared: that was
+the burden of what I put into the heads of the Beast People. I saw the
+green-eyed man in the dark rags, who had met me on the evening of my
+arrival, come out from among the trees, and others followed him, to
+hear me better. At last for want of breath I paused.
+
+“Listen to me for a moment,” said the steady voice of Moreau; “and then
+say what you will.”
+
+“Well?” said I.
+
+He coughed, thought, then shouted: “Latin, Prendick! bad Latin,
+schoolboy Latin; but try and understand. \emph{Hi non sunt homines; sunt
+animalia qui nos habemus}—vivisected. A humanising process. I will
+explain. Come ashore.”
+
+I laughed. “A pretty story,” said I. “They talk, build houses. They
+were men. It’s likely I’ll come ashore.”
+
+“The water just beyond where you stand is deep—and full of sharks.”
+
+“That’s my way,” said I. “Short and sharp. Presently.”
+
+“Wait a minute.” He took something out of his pocket that flashed back
+the sun, and dropped the object at his feet. “That’s a loaded
+revolver,” said he. “Montgomery here will do the same. Now we are going
+up the beach until you are satisfied the distance is safe. Then come
+and take the revolvers.”
+
+“Not I! You have a third between you.”
+
+“I want you to think over things, Prendick. In the first place, I never
+asked you to come upon this island. If we vivisected men, we should
+import men, not beasts. In the next, we had you drugged last night, had
+we wanted to work you any mischief; and in the next, now your first
+panic is over and you can think a little, is Montgomery here quite up
+to the character you give him? We have chased you for your good.
+Because this island is full of inimical phenomena. Besides, why should
+we want to shoot you when you have just offered to drown yourself?”
+
+“Why did you set—your people onto me when I was in the hut?”
+
+“We felt sure of catching you, and bringing you out of danger.
+Afterwards we drew away from the scent, for your good.”
+
+I mused. It seemed just possible. Then I remembered something again.
+“But I saw,” said I, “in the enclosure—”
+
+“That was the puma.”
+
+“Look here, Prendick,” said Montgomery, “you’re a silly ass! Come out
+of the water and take these revolvers, and talk. We can’t do anything
+more than we could do now.”
+
+I will confess that then, and indeed always, I distrusted and dreaded
+Moreau; but Montgomery was a man I felt I understood.
+
+“Go up the beach,” said I, after thinking, and added, “holding your
+hands up.”
+
+“Can’t do that,” said Montgomery, with an explanatory nod over his
+shoulder. “Undignified.”
+
+“Go up to the trees, then,” said I, “as you please.”
+
+“It’s a damned silly ceremony,” said Montgomery.
+
+Both turned and faced the six or seven grotesque creatures, who stood
+there in the sunlight, solid, casting shadows, moving, and yet so
+incredibly unreal. Montgomery cracked his whip at them, and forthwith
+they all turned and fled helter-skelter into the trees; and when
+Montgomery and Moreau were at a distance I judged sufficient, I waded
+ashore, and picked up and examined the revolvers. To satisfy myself
+against the subtlest trickery, I discharged one at a round lump of
+lava, and had the satisfaction of seeing the stone pulverised and the
+beach splashed with lead. Still I hesitated for a moment.
+
+“I’ll take the risk,” said I, at last; and with a revolver in each hand
+I walked up the beach towards them.
+
+“That’s better,” said Moreau, without affectation. “As it is, you have
+wasted the best part of my day with your confounded imagination.” And
+with a touch of contempt which humiliated me, he and Montgomery turned
+and went on in silence before me.
+
+The knot of Beast Men, still wondering, stood back among the trees. I
+passed them as serenely as possible. One started to follow me, but
+retreated again when Montgomery cracked his whip. The rest stood
+silent—watching. They may once have been animals; but I never before
+saw an animal trying to think.
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+“And now, Prendick, I will explain,” said Doctor Moreau, so soon as we
+had eaten and drunk. “I must confess that you are the most dictatorial
+guest I ever entertained. I warn you that this is the last I shall do
+to oblige you. The next thing you threaten to commit suicide about, I
+shan’t do,—even at some personal inconvenience.”
+
+He sat in my deck chair, a cigar half consumed in his white,
+dexterous-looking fingers. The light of the swinging lamp fell on his
+white hair; he stared through the little window out at the starlight. I
+sat as far away from him as possible, the table between us and the
+revolvers to hand. Montgomery was not present. I did not care to be
+with the two of them in such a little room.
+
+“You admit that the vivisected human being, as you called it, is, after
+all, only the puma?” said Moreau. He had made me visit that horror in
+the inner room, to assure myself of its inhumanity.
+
+“It is the puma,” I said, “still alive, but so cut and mutilated as I
+pray I may never see living flesh again. Of all vile—”
+
+“Never mind that,” said Moreau; “at least, spare me those youthful
+horrors. Montgomery used to be just the same. You admit that it is the
+puma. Now be quiet, while I reel off my physiological lecture to you.”
+
+And forthwith, beginning in the tone of a man supremely bored, but
+presently warming a little, he explained his work to me. He was very
+simple and convincing. Now and then there was a touch of sarcasm in his
+voice. Presently I found myself hot with shame at our mutual positions.
+
+The creatures I had seen were not men, had never been men. They were
+animals, humanised animals,—triumphs of vivisection.
+
+“You forget all that a skilled vivisector can do with living things,”
+said Moreau. “For my own part, I’m puzzled why the things I have done
+here have not been done before. Small efforts, of course, have been
+made,—amputation, tongue-cutting, excisions. Of course you know a
+squint may be induced or cured by surgery? Then in the case of
+excisions you have all kinds of secondary changes, pigmentary
+disturbances, modifications of the passions, alterations in the
+secretion of fatty tissue. I have no doubt you have heard of these
+things?”
+
+“Of course,” said I. “But these foul creatures of yours—”
+
+“All in good time,” said he, waving his hand at me; “I am only
+beginning. Those are trivial cases of alteration. Surgery can do better
+things than that. There is building up as well as breaking down and
+changing. You have heard, perhaps, of a common surgical operation
+resorted to in cases where the nose has been destroyed: a flap of skin
+is cut from the forehead, turned down on the nose, and heals in the new
+position. This is a kind of grafting in a new position of part of an
+animal upon itself. Grafting of freshly obtained material from another
+animal is also possible,—the case of teeth, for example. The grafting
+of skin and bone is done to facilitate healing: the surgeon places in
+the middle of the wound pieces of skin snipped from another animal, or
+fragments of bone from a victim freshly killed. Hunter’s
+cock-spur—possibly you have heard of that—flourished on the bull’s
+neck; and the rhinoceros rats of the Algerian zouaves are also to be
+thought of,—monsters manufactured by transferring a slip from the tail
+of an ordinary rat to its snout, and allowing it to heal in that
+position.”
+
+“Monsters manufactured!” said I. “Then you mean to tell me—”
+
+“Yes. These creatures you have seen are animals carven and wrought into
+new shapes. To that, to the study of the plasticity of living forms, my
+life has been devoted. I have studied for years, gaining in knowledge
+as I go. I see you look horrified, and yet I am telling you nothing
+new. It all lay in the surface of practical anatomy years ago, but no
+one had the temerity to touch it. It is not simply the outward form of
+an animal which I can change. The physiology, the chemical rhythm of
+the creature, may also be made to undergo an enduring modification,—of
+which vaccination and other methods of inoculation with living or dead
+matter are examples that will, no doubt, be familiar to you. A similar
+operation is the transfusion of blood,—with which subject, indeed, I
+began. These are all familiar cases. Less so, and probably far more
+extensive, were the operations of those mediaeval practitioners who
+made dwarfs and beggar-cripples, show-monsters,—some vestiges of whose
+art still remain in the preliminary manipulation of the young
+mountebank or contortionist. Victor Hugo gives an account of them in
+‘L’Homme qui Rit.’—But perhaps my meaning grows plain now. You begin to
+see that it is a possible thing to transplant tissue from one part of
+an animal to another, or from one animal to another; to alter its
+chemical reactions and methods of growth; to modify the articulations
+of its limbs; and, indeed, to change it in its most intimate structure.
+
+“And yet this extraordinary branch of knowledge has never been sought
+as an end, and systematically, by modern investigators until I took it
+up! Some such things have been hit upon in the last resort of surgery;
+most of the kindred evidence that will recur to your mind has been
+demonstrated as it were by accident,—by tyrants, by criminals, by the
+breeders of horses and dogs, by all kinds of untrained clumsy-handed
+men working for their own immediate ends. I was the first man to take
+up this question armed with antiseptic surgery, and with a really
+scientific knowledge of the laws of growth. Yet one would imagine it
+must have been practised in secret before. Such creatures as the
+Siamese Twins—And in the vaults of the Inquisition. No doubt their
+chief aim was artistic torture, but some at least of the inquisitors
+must have had a touch of scientific curiosity.”
+
+“But,” said I, “these things—these animals talk!”
+
+He said that was so, and proceeded to point out that the possibility of
+vivisection does not stop at a mere physical metamorphosis. A pig may
+be educated. The mental structure is even less determinate than the
+bodily. In our growing science of hypnotism we find the promise of a
+possibility of superseding old inherent instincts by new suggestions,
+grafting upon or replacing the inherited fixed ideas. Very much indeed
+of what we call moral education, he said, is such an artificial
+modification and perversion of instinct; pugnacity is trained into
+courageous self-sacrifice, and suppressed sexuality into religious
+emotion. And the great difference between man and monkey is in the
+larynx, he continued,—in the incapacity to frame delicately different
+sound-symbols by which thought could be sustained. In this I failed to
+agree with him, but with a certain incivility he declined to notice my
+objection. He repeated that the thing was so, and continued his account
+of his work.
+
+I asked him why he had taken the human form as a model. There seemed to
+me then, and there still seems to me now, a strange wickedness for that
+choice.
+
+He confessed that he had chosen that form by chance. “I might just as
+well have worked to form sheep into llamas and llamas into sheep. I
+suppose there is something in the human form that appeals to the
+artistic turn of mind more powerfully than any animal shape can. But
+I’ve not confined myself to man-making. Once or twice—” He was silent,
+for a minute perhaps. “These years! How they have slipped by! And here
+I have wasted a day saving your life, and am now wasting an hour
+explaining myself!”
+
+“But,” said I, “I still do not understand. Where is your justification
+for inflicting all this pain? The only thing that could excuse
+vivisection to me would be some application—”
+
+“Precisely,” said he. “But, you see, I am differently constituted. We
+are on different platforms. You are a materialist.”
+
+“I am \emph{not} a materialist,” I began hotly.
+
+“In my view—in my view. For it is just this question of pain that parts
+us. So long as visible or audible pain turns you sick; so long as your
+own pains drive you; so long as pain underlies your propositions about
+sin,—so long, I tell you, you are an animal, thinking a little less
+obscurely what an animal feels. This pain—”
+
+I gave an impatient shrug at such sophistry.
+
+“Oh, but it is such a little thing! A mind truly opened to what science
+has to teach must see that it is a little thing. It may be that save in
+this little planet, this speck of cosmic dust, invisible long before
+the nearest star could be attained—it may be, I say, that nowhere else
+does this thing called pain occur. But the laws we feel our way
+towards—Why, even on this earth, even among living things, what pain is
+there?”
+
+As he spoke he drew a little penknife from his pocket, opened the
+smaller blade, and moved his chair so that I could see his thigh. Then,
+choosing the place deliberately, he drove the blade into his leg and
+withdrew it.
+
+“No doubt,” he said, “you have seen that before. It does not hurt a
+pin-prick. But what does it show? The capacity for pain is not needed
+in the muscle, and it is not placed there,—is but little needed in the
+skin, and only here and there over the thigh is a spot capable of
+feeling pain. Pain is simply our intrinsic medical adviser to warn us
+and stimulate us. Not all living flesh is painful; nor is all nerve,
+not even all sensory nerve. There’s no taint of pain, real pain, in the
+sensations of the optic nerve. If you wound the optic nerve, you merely
+see flashes of light,—just as disease of the auditory nerve merely
+means a humming in our ears. Plants do not feel pain, nor the lower
+animals; it’s possible that such animals as the starfish and crayfish
+do not feel pain at all. Then with men, the more intelligent they
+become, the more intelligently they will see after their own welfare,
+and the less they will need the goad to keep them out of danger. I
+never yet heard of a useless thing that was not ground out of existence
+by evolution sooner or later. Did you? And pain gets needless.
+
+“Then I am a religious man, Prendick, as every sane man must be. It may
+be, I fancy, that I have seen more of the ways of this world’s Maker
+than you,—for I have sought his laws, in \emph{my} way, all my life, while
+you, I understand, have been collecting butterflies. And I tell you,
+pleasure and pain have nothing to do with heaven or hell. Pleasure and
+pain—bah! What is your theologian’s ecstasy but Mahomet’s houri in the
+dark? This store which men and women set on pleasure and pain,
+Prendick, is the mark of the beast upon them,—the mark of the beast
+from which they came! Pain, pain and pleasure, they are for us only so
+long as we wriggle in the dust.
+
+“You see, I went on with this research just the way it led me. That is
+the only way I ever heard of true research going. I asked a question,
+devised some method of obtaining an answer, and got a fresh question.
+Was this possible or that possible? You cannot imagine what this means
+to an investigator, what an intellectual passion grows upon him! You
+cannot imagine the strange, colourless delight of these intellectual
+desires! The thing before you is no longer an animal, a
+fellow-creature, but a problem! Sympathetic pain,—all I know of it I
+remember as a thing I used to suffer from years ago. I wanted—it was
+the one thing I wanted—to find out the extreme limit of plasticity in a
+living shape.”
+
+“But,” said I, “the thing is an abomination—”
+
+“To this day I have never troubled about the ethics of the matter,” he
+continued. “The study of Nature makes a man at last as remorseless as
+Nature. I have gone on, not heeding anything but the question I was
+pursuing; and the material has—dripped into the huts yonder. It is
+nearly eleven years since we came here, I and Montgomery and six
+Kanakas. I remember the green stillness of the island and the empty
+ocean about us, as though it was yesterday. The place seemed waiting
+for me.
+
+“The stores were landed and the house was built. The Kanakas founded
+some huts near the ravine. I went to work here upon what I had brought
+with me. There were some disagreeable things happened at first. I began
+with a sheep, and killed it after a day and a half by a slip of the
+scalpel. I took another sheep, and made a thing of pain and fear and
+left it bound up to heal. It looked quite human to me when I had
+finished it; but when I went to it I was discontented with it. It
+remembered me, and was terrified beyond imagination; and it had no more
+than the wits of a sheep. The more I looked at it the clumsier it
+seemed, until at last I put the monster out of its misery. These
+animals without courage, these fear-haunted, pain-driven things,
+without a spark of pugnacious energy to face torment,—they are no good
+for man-making.
+
+“Then I took a gorilla I had; and upon that, working with infinite care
+and mastering difficulty after difficulty, I made my first man. All the
+week, night and day, I moulded him. With him it was chiefly the brain
+that needed moulding; much had to be added, much changed. I thought him
+a fair specimen of the negroid type when I had finished him, and he lay
+bandaged, bound, and motionless before me. It was only when his life
+was assured that I left him and came into this room again, and found
+Montgomery much as you are. He had heard some of the cries as the thing
+grew human,—cries like those that disturbed \emph{you} so. I didn’t take him
+completely into my confidence at first. And the Kanakas too, had
+realised something of it. They were scared out of their wits by the
+sight of me. I got Montgomery over to me—in a way; but I and he had the
+hardest job to prevent the Kanakas deserting. Finally they did; and so
+we lost the yacht. I spent many days educating the brute,—altogether I
+had him for three or four months. I taught him the rudiments of
+English; gave him ideas of counting; even made the thing read the
+alphabet. But at that he was slow, though I’ve met with idiots slower.
+He began with a clean sheet, mentally; had no memories left in his mind
+of what he had been. When his scars were quite healed, and he was no
+longer anything but painful and stiff, and able to converse a little, I
+took him yonder and introduced him to the Kanakas as an interesting
+stowaway.
+
+“They were horribly afraid of him at first, somehow,—which offended me
+rather, for I was conceited about him; but his ways seemed so mild, and
+he was so abject, that after a time they received him and took his
+education in hand. He was quick to learn, very imitative and adaptive,
+and built himself a hovel rather better, it seemed to me, than their
+own shanties. There was one among the boys a bit of a missionary, and
+he taught the thing to read, or at least to pick out letters, and gave
+him some rudimentary ideas of morality; but it seems the beast’s habits
+were not all that is desirable.
+
+“I rested from work for some days after this, and was in a mind to
+write an account of the whole affair to wake up English physiology.
+Then I came upon the creature squatting up in a tree and gibbering at
+two of the Kanakas who had been teasing him. I threatened him, told him
+the inhumanity of such a proceeding, aroused his sense of shame, and
+came home resolved to do better before I took my work back to England.
+I have been doing better. But somehow the things drift back again: the
+stubborn beast-flesh grows day by day back again. But I mean to do
+better things still. I mean to conquer that. This puma—
+
+“But that’s the story. All the Kanaka boys are dead now; one fell
+overboard of the launch, and one died of a wounded heel that he
+poisoned in some way with plant-juice. Three went away in the yacht,
+and I suppose and hope were drowned. The other one—was killed. Well, I
+have replaced them. Montgomery went on much as you are disposed to do
+at first, and then—
+
+“What became of the other one?” said I, sharply,—“the other Kanaka who
+was killed?”
+
+“The fact is, after I had made a number of human creatures I made a
+Thing—” He hesitated.
+
+“Yes?” said I.
+
+“It was killed.”
+
+“I don’t understand,” said I; “do you mean to say—”
+
+“It killed the Kanaka—yes. It killed several other things that it
+caught. We chased it for a couple of days. It only got loose by
+accident—I never meant it to get away. It wasn’t finished. It was
+purely an experiment. It was a limbless thing, with a horrible face,
+that writhed along the ground in a serpentine fashion. It was immensely
+strong, and in infuriating pain. It lurked in the woods for some days,
+until we hunted it; and then it wriggled into the northern part of the
+island, and we divided the party to close in upon it. Montgomery
+insisted upon coming with me. The man had a rifle; and when his body
+was found, one of the barrels was curved into the shape of an S and
+very nearly bitten through. Montgomery shot the thing. After that I
+stuck to the ideal of humanity—except for little things.”
+
+He became silent. I sat in silence watching his face.
+
+“So for twenty years altogether—counting nine years in England—I have
+been going on; and there is still something in everything I do that
+defeats me, makes me dissatisfied, challenges me to further effort.
+Sometimes I rise above my level, sometimes I fall below it; but always
+I fall short of the things I dream. The human shape I can get now,
+almost with ease, so that it is lithe and graceful, or thick and
+strong; but often there is trouble with the hands and the
+claws,—painful things, that I dare not shape too freely. But it is in
+the subtle grafting and reshaping one must needs do to the brain that
+my trouble lies. The intelligence is often oddly low, with
+unaccountable blank ends, unexpected gaps. And least satisfactory of
+all is something that I cannot touch, somewhere—I cannot determine
+where—in the seat of the emotions. Cravings, instincts, desires that
+harm humanity, a strange hidden reservoir to burst forth suddenly and
+inundate the whole being of the creature with anger, hate, or fear.
+These creatures of mine seemed strange and uncanny to you so soon as
+you began to observe them; but to me, just after I make them, they seem
+to be indisputably human beings. It’s afterwards, as I observe them,
+that the persuasion fades. First one animal trait, then another, creeps
+to the surface and stares out at me. But I will conquer yet! Each time
+I dip a living creature into the bath of burning pain, I say, ‘This
+time I will burn out all the animal; this time I will make a rational
+creature of my own!’ After all, what is ten years? Men have been a
+hundred thousand in the making.” He thought darkly. “But I am drawing
+near the fastness. This puma of mine—” After a silence, “And they
+revert. As soon as my hand is taken from them the beast begins to creep
+back, begins to assert itself again.” Another long silence.
+
+“Then you take the things you make into those dens?” said I.
+
+“They go. I turn them out when I begin to feel the beast in them, and
+presently they wander there. They all dread this house and me. There is
+a kind of travesty of humanity over there. Montgomery knows about it,
+for he interferes in their affairs. He has trained one or two of them
+to our service. He’s ashamed of it, but I believe he half likes some of
+those beasts. It’s his business, not mine. They only sicken me with a
+sense of failure. I take no interest in them. I fancy they follow in
+the lines the Kanaka missionary marked out, and have a kind of mockery
+of a rational life, poor beasts! There’s something they call the Law.
+Sing hymns about ‘all thine.’ They build themselves their dens, gather
+fruit, and pull herbs—marry even. But I can see through it all, see
+into their very souls, and see there nothing but the souls of beasts,
+beasts that perish, anger and the lusts to live and gratify
+themselves.—Yet they’re odd; complex, like everything else alive. There
+is a kind of upward striving in them, part vanity, part waste sexual
+emotion, part waste curiosity. It only mocks me. I have some hope of
+this puma. I have worked hard at her head and brain—
+
+“And now,” said he, standing up after a long gap of silence, during
+which we had each pursued our own thoughts, “what do you think? Are you
+in fear of me still?”
+
+I looked at him, and saw but a white-faced, white-haired man, with calm
+eyes. Save for his serenity, the touch almost of beauty that resulted
+from his set tranquillity and his magnificent build, he might have
+passed muster among a hundred other comfortable old gentlemen. Then I
+shivered. By way of answer to his second question, I handed him a
+revolver with either hand.
+
+“Keep them,” he said, and snatched at a yawn. He stood up, stared at me
+for a moment, and smiled. “You have had two eventful days,” said he. “I
+should advise some sleep. I’m glad it’s all clear. Good-night.” He
+thought me over for a moment, then went out by the inner door.
+
+I immediately turned the key in the outer one. I sat down again; sat
+for a time in a kind of stagnant mood, so weary, emotionally, mentally,
+and physically, that I could not think beyond the point at which he had
+left me. The black window stared at me like an eye. At last with an
+effort I put out the light and got into the hammock. Very soon I was
+asleep.
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+It came before my mind with an unreasonable hope of escape that the
+outer door of my room was still open to me. I was convinced now,
+absolutely assured, that Moreau had been vivisecting a human being. All
+the time since I had heard his name, I had been trying to link in my
+mind in some way the grotesque animalism of the islanders with his
+abominations; and now I thought I saw it all. The memory of his work on
+the transfusion of blood recurred to me. These creatures I had seen
+were the victims of some hideous experiment. These sickening scoundrels
+had merely intended to keep me back, to fool me with their display of
+confidence, and presently to fall upon me with a fate more horrible
+than death,—with torture; and after torture the most hideous
+degradation it is possible to conceive,—to send me off a lost soul, a
+beast, to the rest of their Comus rout.
+
+I looked round for some weapon. Nothing. Then with an inspiration I
+turned over the deck chair, put my foot on the side of it, and tore
+away the side rail. It happened that a nail came away with the wood,
+and projecting, gave a touch of danger to an otherwise petty weapon. I
+heard a step outside, and incontinently flung open the door and found
+Montgomery within a yard of it. He meant to lock the outer door! I
+raised this nailed stick of mine and cut at his face; but he sprang
+back. I hesitated a moment, then turned and fled, round the corner of
+the house. “Prendick, man!” I heard his astonished cry, “don’t be a
+silly ass, man!”
+
+Another minute, thought I, and he would have had me locked in, and as
+ready as a hospital rabbit for my fate. He emerged behind the corner,
+for I heard him shout, “Prendick!” Then he began to run after me,
+shouting things as he ran. This time running blindly, I went
+northeastward in a direction at right angles to my previous expedition.
+Once, as I went running headlong up the beach, I glanced over my
+shoulder and saw his attendant with him. I ran furiously up the slope,
+over it, then turning eastward along a rocky valley fringed on either
+side with jungle I ran for perhaps a mile altogether, my chest
+straining, my heart beating in my ears; and then hearing nothing of
+Montgomery or his man, and feeling upon the verge of exhaustion, I
+doubled sharply back towards the beach as I judged, and lay down in the
+shelter of a canebrake. There I remained for a long time, too fearful
+to move, and indeed too fearful even to plan a course of action. The
+wild scene about me lay sleeping silently under the sun, and the only
+sound near me was the thin hum of some small gnats that had discovered
+me. Presently I became aware of a drowsy breathing sound, the soughing
+of the sea upon the beach.
+
+After about an hour I heard Montgomery shouting my name, far away to
+the north. That set me thinking of my plan of action. As I interpreted
+it then, this island was inhabited only by these two vivisectors and
+their animalised victims. Some of these no doubt they could press into
+their service against me if need arose. I knew both Moreau and
+Montgomery carried revolvers; and, save for a feeble bar of deal spiked
+with a small nail, the merest mockery of a mace, I was unarmed.
+
+So I lay still there, until I began to think of food and drink; and at
+that thought the real hopelessness of my position came home to me. I
+knew no way of getting anything to eat. I was too ignorant of botany to
+discover any resort of root or fruit that might lie about me; I had no
+means of trapping the few rabbits upon the island. It grew blanker the
+more I turned the prospect over. At last in the desperation of my
+position, my mind turned to the animal men I had encountered. I tried
+to find some hope in what I remembered of them. In turn I recalled each
+one I had seen, and tried to draw some augury of assistance from my
+memory.
+
+Then suddenly I heard a staghound bay, and at that realised a new
+danger. I took little time to think, or they would have caught me then,
+but snatching up my nailed stick, rushed headlong from my hiding-place
+towards the sound of the sea. I remember a growth of thorny plants,
+with spines that stabbed like pen-knives. I emerged bleeding and with
+torn clothes upon the lip of a long creek opening northward. I went
+straight into the water without a minute’s hesitation, wading up the
+creek, and presently finding myself kneedeep in a little stream. I
+scrambled out at last on the westward bank, and with my heart beating
+loudly in my ears, crept into a tangle of ferns to await the issue. I
+heard the dog (there was only one) draw nearer, and yelp when it came
+to the thorns. Then I heard no more, and presently began to think I had
+escaped.
+
+The minutes passed; the silence lengthened out, and at last after an
+hour of security my courage began to return to me. By this time I was
+no longer very much terrified or very miserable. I had, as it were,
+passed the limit of terror and despair. I felt now that my life was
+practically lost, and that persuasion made me capable of daring
+anything. I had even a certain wish to encounter Moreau face to face;
+and as I had waded into the water, I remembered that if I were too hard
+pressed at least one path of escape from torment still lay open to
+me,—they could not very well prevent my drowning myself. I had half a
+mind to drown myself then; but an odd wish to see the whole adventure
+out, a queer, impersonal, spectacular interest in myself, restrained
+me. I stretched my limbs, sore and painful from the pricks of the spiny
+plants, and stared around me at the trees; and, so suddenly that it
+seemed to jump out of the green tracery about it, my eyes lit upon a
+black face watching me. I saw that it was the simian creature who had
+met the launch upon the beach. He was clinging to the oblique stem of a
+palm-tree. I gripped my stick, and stood up facing him. He began
+chattering. “You, you, you,” was all I could distinguish at first.
+Suddenly he dropped from the tree, and in another moment was holding
+the fronds apart and staring curiously at me.
+
+I did not feel the same repugnance towards this creature which I had
+experienced in my encounters with the other Beast Men. “You,” he said,
+“in the boat.” He was a man, then,—at least as much of a man as
+Montgomery’s attendant,—for he could talk.
+
+“Yes,” I said, “I came in the boat. From the ship.”
+
+“Oh!” he said, and his bright, restless eyes travelled over me, to my
+hands, to the stick I carried, to my feet, to the tattered places in my
+coat, and the cuts and scratches I had received from the thorns. He
+seemed puzzled at something. His eyes came back to my hands. He held
+his own hand out and counted his digits slowly, “One, two, three, four,
+five—eigh?”
+
+I did not grasp his meaning then; afterwards I was to find that a great
+proportion of these Beast People had malformed hands, lacking sometimes
+even three digits. But guessing this was in some way a greeting, I did
+the same thing by way of reply. He grinned with immense satisfaction.
+Then his swift roving glance went round again; he made a swift
+movement—and vanished. The fern fronds he had stood between came
+swishing together.
+
+I pushed out of the brake after him, and was astonished to find him
+swinging cheerfully by one lank arm from a rope of creepers that looped
+down from the foliage overhead. His back was to me.
+
+“Hullo!” said I.
+
+He came down with a twisting jump, and stood facing me.
+
+“I say,” said I, “where can I get something to eat?”
+
+“Eat!” he said. “Eat Man’s food, now.” And his eye went back to the
+swing of ropes. “At the huts.”
+
+“But where are the huts?”
+
+“Oh!”
+
+“I’m new, you know.”
+
+At that he swung round, and set off at a quick walk. All his motions
+were curiously rapid. “Come along,” said he.
+
+I went with him to see the adventure out. I guessed the huts were some
+rough shelter where he and some more of these Beast People lived. I
+might perhaps find them friendly, find some handle in their minds to
+take hold of. I did not know how far they had forgotten their human
+heritage.
+
+My ape-like companion trotted along by my side, with his hands hanging
+down and his jaw thrust forward. I wondered what memory he might have
+in him. “How long have you been on this island?” said I.
+
+“How long?” he asked; and after having the question repeated, he held
+up three fingers.
+
+The creature was little better than an idiot. I tried to make out what
+he meant by that, and it seems I bored him. After another question or
+two he suddenly left my side and went leaping at some fruit that hung
+from a tree. He pulled down a handful of prickly husks and went on
+eating the contents. I noted this with satisfaction, for here at least
+was a hint for feeding. I tried him with some other questions, but his
+chattering, prompt responses were as often as not quite at cross
+purposes with my question. Some few were appropriate, others quite
+parrot-like.
+
+I was so intent upon these peculiarities that I scarcely noticed the
+path we followed. Presently we came to trees, all charred and brown,
+and so to a bare place covered with a yellow-white incrustation, across
+which a drifting smoke, pungent in whiffs to nose and eyes, went
+drifting. On our right, over a shoulder of bare rock, I saw the level
+blue of the sea. The path coiled down abruptly into a narrow ravine
+between two tumbled and knotty masses of blackish scoriae. Into this we
+plunged.
+
+It was extremely dark, this passage, after the blinding sunlight
+reflected from the sulphurous ground. Its walls grew steep, and
+approached each other. Blotches of green and crimson drifted across my
+eyes. My conductor stopped suddenly. “Home!” said he, and I stood in a
+floor of a chasm that was at first absolutely dark to me. I heard some
+strange noises, and thrust the knuckles of my left hand into my eyes. I
+became aware of a disagreeable odor, like that of a monkey’s cage
+ill-cleaned. Beyond, the rock opened again upon a gradual slope of
+sunlit greenery, and on either hand the light smote down through narrow
+ways into the central gloom.
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+Then something cold touched my hand. I started violently, and saw close
+to me a dim pinkish thing, looking more like a flayed child than
+anything else in the world. The creature had exactly the mild but
+repulsive features of a sloth, the same low forehead and slow gestures.
+
+As the first shock of the change of light passed, I saw about me more
+distinctly. The little sloth-like creature was standing and staring at
+me. My conductor had vanished. The place was a narrow passage between
+high walls of lava, a crack in the knotted rock, and on either side
+interwoven heaps of sea-mat, palm-fans, and reeds leaning against the
+rock formed rough and impenetrably dark dens. The winding way up the
+ravine between these was scarcely three yards wide, and was disfigured
+by lumps of decaying fruit-pulp and other refuse, which accounted for
+the disagreeable stench of the place.
+
+The little pink sloth-creature was still blinking at me when my Ape-man
+reappeared at the aperture of the nearest of these dens, and beckoned
+me in. As he did so a slouching monster wriggled out of one of the
+places, further up this strange street, and stood up in featureless
+silhouette against the bright green beyond, staring at me. I hesitated,
+having half a mind to bolt the way I had come; and then, determined to
+go through with the adventure, I gripped my nailed stick about the
+middle and crawled into the little evil-smelling lean-to after my
+conductor.
+
+It was a semi-circular space, shaped like the half of a bee-hive; and
+against the rocky wall that formed the inner side of it was a pile of
+variegated fruits, cocoa-nuts among others. Some rough vessels of lava
+and wood stood about the floor, and one on a rough stool. There was no
+fire. In the darkest corner of the hut sat a shapeless mass of darkness
+that grunted “Hey!” as I came in, and my Ape-man stood in the dim light
+of the doorway and held out a split cocoa-nut to me as I crawled into
+the other corner and squatted down. I took it, and began gnawing it, as
+serenely as possible, in spite of a certain trepidation and the nearly
+intolerable closeness of the den. The little pink sloth-creature stood
+in the aperture of the hut, and something else with a drab face and
+bright eyes came staring over its shoulder.
+
+“Hey!” came out of the lump of mystery opposite. “It is a man.”
+
+“It is a man,” gabbled my conductor, “a man, a man, a five-man, like
+me.”
+
+“Shut up!” said the voice from the dark, and grunted. I gnawed my
+cocoa-nut amid an impressive stillness.
+
+I peered hard into the blackness, but could distinguish nothing.
+
+“It is a man,” the voice repeated. “He comes to live with us?”
+
+It was a thick voice, with something in it—a kind of whistling
+overtone—that struck me as peculiar; but the English accent was
+strangely good.
+
+The Ape-man looked at me as though he expected something. I perceived
+the pause was interrogative. “He comes to live with you,” I said.
+
+“It is a man. He must learn the Law.”
+
+I began to distinguish now a deeper blackness in the black, a vague
+outline of a hunched-up figure. Then I noticed the opening of the place
+was darkened by two more black heads. My hand tightened on my stick.
+
+The thing in the dark repeated in a louder tone, “Say the words.” I had
+missed its last remark. “Not to go on all-fours; that is the Law,” it
+repeated in a kind of sing-song.
+
+I was puzzled.
+
+“Say the words,” said the Ape-man, repeating, and the figures in the
+doorway echoed this, with a threat in the tone of their voices.
+
+I realised that I had to repeat this idiotic formula; and then began
+the insanest ceremony. The voice in the dark began intoning a mad
+litany, line by line, and I and the rest to repeat it. As they did so,
+they swayed from side to side in the oddest way, and beat their hands
+upon their knees; and I followed their example. I could have imagined I
+was already dead and in another world. That dark hut, these grotesque
+dim figures, just flecked here and there by a glimmer of light, and all
+of them swaying in unison and chanting,
+
+“Not to go on all-fours; that is the Law. Are we not Men?
+“Not to suck up Drink; that is the Law. Are we not Men?
+“Not to eat Fish or Flesh; that is the Law. Are we not Men?
+“Not to claw the Bark of Trees; \emph{that} is the Law. Are we not Men?
+“Not to chase other Men; \emph{that} is the Law. Are we not Men?”
+
+
+And so from the prohibition of these acts of folly, on to the
+prohibition of what I thought then were the maddest, most impossible,
+and most indecent things one could well imagine. A kind of rhythmic
+fervour fell on all of us; we gabbled and swayed faster and faster,
+repeating this amazing Law. Superficially the contagion of these brutes
+was upon me, but deep down within me the laughter and disgust struggled
+together. We ran through a long list of prohibitions, and then the
+chant swung round to a new formula.
+
+“\emph{His} is the House of Pain.
+“\emph{His} is the Hand that makes.
+“\emph{His} is the Hand that wounds.
+“\emph{His} is the Hand that heals.”
+
+
+And so on for another long series, mostly quite incomprehensible
+gibberish to me about \emph{Him}, whoever he might be. I could have fancied
+it was a dream, but never before have I heard chanting in a dream.
+
+“\emph{His} is the lightning flash,” we sang. “\emph{His} is the deep, salt sea.”
+
+A horrible fancy came into my head that Moreau, after animalising these
+men, had infected their dwarfed brains with a kind of deification of
+himself. However, I was too keenly aware of white teeth and strong
+claws about me to stop my chanting on that account.
+
+“\emph{His} are the stars in the sky.”
+
+
+At last that song ended. I saw the Ape-man’s face shining with
+perspiration; and my eyes being now accustomed to the darkness, I saw
+more distinctly the figure in the corner from which the voice came. It
+was the size of a man, but it seemed covered with a dull grey hair
+almost like a Skye-terrier. What was it? What were they all? Imagine
+yourself surrounded by all the most horrible cripples and maniacs it is
+possible to conceive, and you may understand a little of my feelings
+with these grotesque caricatures of humanity about me.
+
+“He is a five-man, a five-man, a five-man—like me,” said the Ape-man.
+
+I held out my hands. The grey creature in the corner leant forward.
+
+“Not to run on all-fours; that is the Law. Are we not Men?” he said.
+
+He put out a strangely distorted talon and gripped my fingers. The
+thing was almost like the hoof of a deer produced into claws. I could
+have yelled with surprise and pain. His face came forward and peered at
+my nails, came forward into the light of the opening of the hut and I
+saw with a quivering disgust that it was like the face of neither man
+nor beast, but a mere shock of grey hair, with three shadowy
+over-archings to mark the eyes and mouth.
+
+“He has little nails,” said this grisly creature in his hairy beard.
+“It is well.”
+
+He threw my hand down, and instinctively I gripped my stick.
+
+“Eat roots and herbs; it is His will,” said the Ape-man.
+
+“I am the Sayer of the Law,” said the grey figure. “Here come all that
+be new to learn the Law. I sit in the darkness and say the Law.”
+
+“It is even so,” said one of the beasts in the doorway.
+
+“Evil are the punishments of those who break the Law. None escape.”
+
+“None escape,” said the Beast Folk, glancing furtively at one another.
+
+“None, none,” said the Ape-man,—“none escape. See! I did a little
+thing, a wrong thing, once. I jabbered, jabbered, stopped talking. None
+could understand. I am burnt, branded in the hand. He is great. He is
+good!”
+
+“None escape,” said the grey creature in the corner.
+
+“None escape,” said the Beast People, looking askance at one another.
+
+“For every one the want that is bad,” said the grey Sayer of the Law.
+“What you will want we do not know; we shall know. Some want to follow
+things that move, to watch and slink and wait and spring; to kill and
+bite, bite deep and rich, sucking the blood. It is bad. ‘Not to chase
+other Men; that is the Law. Are we not Men? Not to eat Flesh or Fish;
+that is the Law. Are we not Men?’”
+
+“None escape,” said a dappled brute standing in the doorway.
+
+“For every one the want is bad,” said the grey Sayer of the Law. “Some
+want to go tearing with teeth and hands into the roots of things,
+snuffing into the earth. It is bad.”
+
+“None escape,” said the men in the door.
+
+“Some go clawing trees; some go scratching at the graves of the dead;
+some go fighting with foreheads or feet or claws; some bite suddenly,
+none giving occasion; some love uncleanness.”
+
+“None escape,” said the Ape-man, scratching his calf.
+
+“None escape,” said the little pink sloth-creature.
+
+“Punishment is sharp and sure. Therefore learn the Law. Say the words.”
+
+And incontinently he began again the strange litany of the Law, and
+again I and all these creatures began singing and swaying. My head
+reeled with this jabbering and the close stench of the place; but I
+kept on, trusting to find presently some chance of a new development.
+
+“Not to go on all-fours; that is the Law. Are we not Men?”
+
+We were making such a noise that I noticed nothing of a tumult outside,
+until some one, who I think was one of the two Swine Men I had seen,
+thrust his head over the little pink sloth-creature and shouted
+something excitedly, something that I did not catch. Incontinently
+those at the opening of the hut vanished; my Ape-man rushed out; the
+thing that had sat in the dark followed him (I only observed that it
+was big and clumsy, and covered with silvery hair), and I was left
+alone. Then before I reached the aperture I heard the yelp of a
+staghound.
+
+In another moment I was standing outside the hovel, my chair-rail in my
+hand, every muscle of me quivering. Before me were the clumsy backs of
+perhaps a score of these Beast People, their misshapen heads half
+hidden by their shoulder-blades. They were gesticulating excitedly.
+Other half-animal faces glared interrogation out of the hovels. Looking
+in the direction in which they faced, I saw coming through the haze
+under the trees beyond the end of the passage of dens the dark figure
+and awful white face of Moreau. He was holding the leaping staghound
+back, and close behind him came Montgomery revolver in hand.
+
+For a moment I stood horror-struck. I turned and saw the passage behind
+me blocked by another heavy brute, with a huge grey face and twinkling
+little eyes, advancing towards me. I looked round and saw to the right
+of me and a half-dozen yards in front of me a narrow gap in the wall of
+rock through which a ray of light slanted into the shadows.
+
+“Stop!” cried Moreau as I strode towards this, and then, “Hold him!”
+
+At that, first one face turned towards me and then others. Their
+bestial minds were happily slow. I dashed my shoulder into a clumsy
+monster who was turning to see what Moreau meant, and flung him forward
+into another. I felt his hands fly round, clutching at me and missing
+me. The little pink sloth-creature dashed at me, and I gashed down its
+ugly face with the nail in my stick and in another minute was
+scrambling up a steep side pathway, a kind of sloping chimney, out of
+the ravine. I heard a howl behind me, and cries of “Catch him!” “Hold
+him!” and the grey-faced creature appeared behind me and jammed his
+huge bulk into the cleft. “Go on! go on!” they howled. I clambered up
+the narrow cleft in the rock and came out upon the sulphur on the
+westward side of the village of the Beast Men.
+
+That gap was altogether fortunate for me, for the narrow chimney,
+slanting obliquely upward, must have impeded the nearer pursuers. I ran
+over the white space and down a steep slope, through a scattered growth
+of trees, and came to a low-lying stretch of tall reeds, through which
+I pushed into a dark, thick undergrowth that was black and succulent
+under foot. As I plunged into the reeds, my foremost pursuers emerged
+from the gap. I broke my way through this undergrowth for some minutes.
+The air behind me and about me was soon full of threatening cries. I
+heard the tumult of my pursuers in the gap up the slope, then the
+crashing of the reeds, and every now and then the crackling crash of a
+branch. Some of the creatures roared like excited beasts of prey. The
+staghound yelped to the left. I heard Moreau and Montgomery shouting in
+the same direction. I turned sharply to the right. It seemed to me even
+then that I heard Montgomery shouting for me to run for my life.
+
+Presently the ground gave rich and oozy under my feet; but I was
+desperate and went headlong into it, struggled through kneedeep, and so
+came to a winding path among tall canes. The noise of my pursuers
+passed away to my left. In one place three strange, pink, hopping
+animals, about the size of cats, bolted before my footsteps. This
+pathway ran up hill, across another open space covered with white
+incrustation, and plunged into a canebrake again. Then suddenly it
+turned parallel with the edge of a steep-walled gap, which came without
+warning, like the ha-ha of an English park,—turned with an unexpected
+abruptness. I was still running with all my might, and I never saw this
+drop until I was flying headlong through the air.
+
+I fell on my forearms and head, among thorns, and rose with a torn ear
+and bleeding face. I had fallen into a precipitous ravine, rocky and
+thorny, full of a hazy mist which drifted about me in wisps, and with a
+narrow streamlet from which this mist came meandering down the centre.
+I was astonished at this thin fog in the full blaze of daylight; but I
+had no time to stand wondering then. I turned to my right, down-stream,
+hoping to come to the sea in that direction, and so have my way open to
+drown myself. It was only later I found that I had dropped my nailed
+stick in my fall.
+
+Presently the ravine grew narrower for a space, and carelessly I
+stepped into the stream. I jumped out again pretty quickly, for the
+water was almost boiling. I noticed too there was a thin sulphurous
+scum drifting upon its coiling water. Almost immediately came a turn in
+the ravine, and the indistinct blue horizon. The nearer sea was
+flashing the sun from a myriad facets. I saw my death before me; but I
+was hot and panting, with the warm blood oozing out on my face and
+running pleasantly through my veins. I felt more than a touch of
+exultation too, at having distanced my pursuers. It was not in me then
+to go out and drown myself yet. I stared back the way I had come.
+
+I listened. Save for the hum of the gnats and the chirp of some small
+insects that hopped among the thorns, the air was absolutely still.
+Then came the yelp of a dog, very faint, and a chattering and
+gibbering, the snap of a whip, and voices. They grew louder, then
+fainter again. The noise receded up the stream and faded away. For a
+while the chase was over; but I knew now how much hope of help for me
+lay in the Beast People.
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 \chapter{THE HUNTING OF THE MAN}
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-It came before my mind with an unreasonable hope of escape that the
-outer door of my room was still open to me. I was convinced now,
-absolutely assured, that Moreau had been vivisecting a human being. All
-the time since I had heard his name, I had been trying to link in my
-mind in some way the grotesque animalism of the islanders with his
-abominations; and now I thought I saw it all. The memory of his work on
-the transfusion of blood recurred to me. These creatures I had seen
-were the victims of some hideous experiment. These sickening scoundrels
-had merely intended to keep me back, to fool me with their display of
-confidence, and presently to fall upon me with a fate more horrible
-than death,—with torture; and after torture the most hideous
-degradation it is possible to conceive,—to send me off a lost soul, a
-beast, to the rest of their Comus rout.
 
-I looked round for some weapon. Nothing. Then with an inspiration I
-turned over the deck chair, put my foot on the side of it, and tore
-away the side rail. It happened that a nail came away with the wood,
-and projecting, gave a touch of danger to an otherwise petty weapon. I
-heard a step outside, and incontinently flung open the door and found
-Montgomery within a yard of it. He meant to lock the outer door! I
-raised this nailed stick of mine and cut at his face; but he sprang
-back. I hesitated a moment, then turned and fled, round the corner of
-the house. “Prendick, man!” I heard his astonished cry, “don’t be a
-silly ass, man!”
-
-Another minute, thought I, and he would have had me locked in, and as
-ready as a hospital rabbit for my fate. He emerged behind the corner,
-for I heard him shout, “Prendick!” Then he began to run after me,
-shouting things as he ran. This time running blindly, I went
-northeastward in a direction at right angles to my previous expedition.
-Once, as I went running headlong up the beach, I glanced over my
-shoulder and saw his attendant with him. I ran furiously up the slope,
-over it, then turning eastward along a rocky valley fringed on either
-side with jungle I ran for perhaps a mile altogether, my chest
-straining, my heart beating in my ears; and then hearing nothing of
-Montgomery or his man, and feeling upon the verge of exhaustion, I
-doubled sharply back towards the beach as I judged, and lay down in the
-shelter of a canebrake. There I remained for a long time, too fearful
-to move, and indeed too fearful even to plan a course of action. The
-wild scene about me lay sleeping silently under the sun, and the only
-sound near me was the thin hum of some small gnats that had discovered
-me. Presently I became aware of a drowsy breathing sound, the soughing
-of the sea upon the beach.
-
-After about an hour I heard Montgomery shouting my name, far away to
-the north. That set me thinking of my plan of action. As I interpreted
-it then, this island was inhabited only by these two vivisectors and
-their animalised victims. Some of these no doubt they could press into
-their service against me if need arose. I knew both Moreau and
-Montgomery carried revolvers; and, save for a feeble bar of deal spiked
-with a small nail, the merest mockery of a mace, I was unarmed.
-
-So I lay still there, until I began to think of food and drink; and at
-that thought the real hopelessness of my position came home to me. I
-knew no way of getting anything to eat. I was too ignorant of botany to
-discover any resort of root or fruit that might lie about me; I had no
-means of trapping the few rabbits upon the island. It grew blanker the
-more I turned the prospect over. At last in the desperation of my
-position, my mind turned to the animal men I had encountered. I tried
-to find some hope in what I remembered of them. In turn I recalled each
-one I had seen, and tried to draw some augury of assistance from my
-memory.
-
-Then suddenly I heard a staghound bay, and at that realised a new
-danger. I took little time to think, or they would have caught me then,
-but snatching up my nailed stick, rushed headlong from my hiding-place
-towards the sound of the sea. I remember a growth of thorny plants,
-with spines that stabbed like pen-knives. I emerged bleeding and with
-torn clothes upon the lip of a long creek opening northward. I went
-straight into the water without a minute’s hesitation, wading up the
-creek, and presently finding myself kneedeep in a little stream. I
-scrambled out at last on the westward bank, and with my heart beating
-loudly in my ears, crept into a tangle of ferns to await the issue. I
-heard the dog (there was only one) draw nearer, and yelp when it came
-to the thorns. Then I heard no more, and presently began to think I had
-escaped.
-
-The minutes passed; the silence lengthened out, and at last after an
-hour of security my courage began to return to me. By this time I was
-no longer very much terrified or very miserable. I had, as it were,
-passed the limit of terror and despair. I felt now that my life was
-practically lost, and that persuasion made me capable of daring
-anything. I had even a certain wish to encounter Moreau face to face;
-and as I had waded into the water, I remembered that if I were too hard
-pressed at least one path of escape from torment still lay open to
-me,—they could not very well prevent my drowning myself. I had half a
-mind to drown myself then; but an odd wish to see the whole adventure
-out, a queer, impersonal, spectacular interest in myself, restrained
-me. I stretched my limbs, sore and painful from the pricks of the spiny
-plants, and stared around me at the trees; and, so suddenly that it
-seemed to jump out of the green tracery about it, my eyes lit upon a
-black face watching me. I saw that it was the simian creature who had
-met the launch upon the beach. He was clinging to the oblique stem of a
-palm-tree. I gripped my stick, and stood up facing him. He began
-chattering. “You, you, you,” was all I could distinguish at first.
-Suddenly he dropped from the tree, and in another moment was holding
-the fronds apart and staring curiously at me.
-
-I did not feel the same repugnance towards this creature which I had
-experienced in my encounters with the other Beast Men. “You,” he said,
-“in the boat.” He was a man, then,—at least as much of a man as
-Montgomery’s attendant,—for he could talk.
-
-“Yes,” I said, “I came in the boat. From the ship.”
-
-“Oh!” he said, and his bright, restless eyes travelled over me, to my
-hands, to the stick I carried, to my feet, to the tattered places in my
-coat, and the cuts and scratches I had received from the thorns. He
-seemed puzzled at something. His eyes came back to my hands. He held
-his own hand out and counted his digits slowly, “One, two, three, four,
-five—eigh?”
-
-I did not grasp his meaning then; afterwards I was to find that a great
-proportion of these Beast People had malformed hands, lacking sometimes
-even three digits. But guessing this was in some way a greeting, I did
-the same thing by way of reply. He grinned with immense satisfaction.
-Then his swift roving glance went round again; he made a swift
-movement—and vanished. The fern fronds he had stood between came
-swishing together.
-
-I pushed out of the brake after him, and was astonished to find him
-swinging cheerfully by one lank arm from a rope of creepers that looped
-down from the foliage overhead. His back was to me.
-
-“Hullo!” said I.
-
-He came down with a twisting jump, and stood facing me.
-
-“I say,” said I, “where can I get something to eat?”
-
-“Eat!” he said. “Eat Man’s food, now.” And his eye went back to the
-swing of ropes. “At the huts.”
-
-“But where are the huts?”
-
-“Oh!”
-
-“I’m new, you know.”
-
-At that he swung round, and set off at a quick walk. All his motions
-were curiously rapid. “Come along,” said he.
-
-I went with him to see the adventure out. I guessed the huts were some
-rough shelter where he and some more of these Beast People lived. I
-might perhaps find them friendly, find some handle in their minds to
-take hold of. I did not know how far they had forgotten their human
-heritage.
-
-My ape-like companion trotted along by my side, with his hands hanging
-down and his jaw thrust forward. I wondered what memory he might have
-in him. “How long have you been on this island?” said I.
-
-“How long?” he asked; and after having the question repeated, he held
-up three fingers.
-
-The creature was little better than an idiot. I tried to make out what
-he meant by that, and it seems I bored him. After another question or
-two he suddenly left my side and went leaping at some fruit that hung
-from a tree. He pulled down a handful of prickly husks and went on
-eating the contents. I noted this with satisfaction, for here at least
-was a hint for feeding. I tried him with some other questions, but his
-chattering, prompt responses were as often as not quite at cross
-purposes with my question. Some few were appropriate, others quite
-parrot-like.
-
-I was so intent upon these peculiarities that I scarcely noticed the
-path we followed. Presently we came to trees, all charred and brown,
-and so to a bare place covered with a yellow-white incrustation, across
-which a drifting smoke, pungent in whiffs to nose and eyes, went
-drifting. On our right, over a shoulder of bare rock, I saw the level
-blue of the sea. The path coiled down abruptly into a narrow ravine
-between two tumbled and knotty masses of blackish scoriae. Into this we
-plunged.
-
-It was extremely dark, this passage, after the blinding sunlight
-reflected from the sulphurous ground. Its walls grew steep, and
-approached each other. Blotches of green and crimson drifted across my
-eyes. My conductor stopped suddenly. “Home!” said he, and I stood in a
-floor of a chasm that was at first absolutely dark to me. I heard some
-strange noises, and thrust the knuckles of my left hand into my eyes. I
-became aware of a disagreeable odor, like that of a monkey’s cage
-ill-cleaned. Beyond, the rock opened again upon a gradual slope of
-sunlit greenery, and on either hand the light smote down through narrow
-ways into the central gloom.
+\include{chapters/The Hunting of the man}
 
 \chapter{THE SAYERS OF THE LAW}
 \cleardoublepage
-Then something cold touched my hand. I started violently, and saw close
-to me a dim pinkish thing, looking more like a flayed child than
-anything else in the world. The creature had exactly the mild but
-repulsive features of a sloth, the same low forehead and slow gestures.
 
-As the first shock of the change of light passed, I saw about me more
-distinctly. The little sloth-like creature was standing and staring at
-me. My conductor had vanished. The place was a narrow passage between
-high walls of lava, a crack in the knotted rock, and on either side
-interwoven heaps of sea-mat, palm-fans, and reeds leaning against the
-rock formed rough and impenetrably dark dens. The winding way up the
-ravine between these was scarcely three yards wide, and was disfigured
-by lumps of decaying fruit-pulp and other refuse, which accounted for
-the disagreeable stench of the place.
-
-The little pink sloth-creature was still blinking at me when my Ape-man
-reappeared at the aperture of the nearest of these dens, and beckoned
-me in. As he did so a slouching monster wriggled out of one of the
-places, further up this strange street, and stood up in featureless
-silhouette against the bright green beyond, staring at me. I hesitated,
-having half a mind to bolt the way I had come; and then, determined to
-go through with the adventure, I gripped my nailed stick about the
-middle and crawled into the little evil-smelling lean-to after my
-conductor.
-
-It was a semi-circular space, shaped like the half of a bee-hive; and
-against the rocky wall that formed the inner side of it was a pile of
-variegated fruits, cocoa-nuts among others. Some rough vessels of lava
-and wood stood about the floor, and one on a rough stool. There was no
-fire. In the darkest corner of the hut sat a shapeless mass of darkness
-that grunted “Hey!” as I came in, and my Ape-man stood in the dim light
-of the doorway and held out a split cocoa-nut to me as I crawled into
-the other corner and squatted down. I took it, and began gnawing it, as
-serenely as possible, in spite of a certain trepidation and the nearly
-intolerable closeness of the den. The little pink sloth-creature stood
-in the aperture of the hut, and something else with a drab face and
-bright eyes came staring over its shoulder.
-
-“Hey!” came out of the lump of mystery opposite. “It is a man.”
-
-“It is a man,” gabbled my conductor, “a man, a man, a five-man, like
-me.”
-
-“Shut up!” said the voice from the dark, and grunted. I gnawed my
-cocoa-nut amid an impressive stillness.
-
-I peered hard into the blackness, but could distinguish nothing.
-
-“It is a man,” the voice repeated. “He comes to live with us?”
-
-It was a thick voice, with something in it—a kind of whistling
-overtone—that struck me as peculiar; but the English accent was
-strangely good.
-
-The Ape-man looked at me as though he expected something. I perceived
-the pause was interrogative. “He comes to live with you,” I said.
-
-“It is a man. He must learn the Law.”
-
-I began to distinguish now a deeper blackness in the black, a vague
-outline of a hunched-up figure. Then I noticed the opening of the place
-was darkened by two more black heads. My hand tightened on my stick.
-
-The thing in the dark repeated in a louder tone, “Say the words.” I had
-missed its last remark. “Not to go on all-fours; that is the Law,” it
-repeated in a kind of sing-song.
-
-I was puzzled.
-
-“Say the words,” said the Ape-man, repeating, and the figures in the
-doorway echoed this, with a threat in the tone of their voices.
-
-I realised that I had to repeat this idiotic formula; and then began
-the insanest ceremony. The voice in the dark began intoning a mad
-litany, line by line, and I and the rest to repeat it. As they did so,
-they swayed from side to side in the oddest way, and beat their hands
-upon their knees; and I followed their example. I could have imagined I
-was already dead and in another world. That dark hut, these grotesque
-dim figures, just flecked here and there by a glimmer of light, and all
-of them swaying in unison and chanting,
-
-“Not to go on all-fours; that is the Law. Are we not Men?
-“Not to suck up Drink; that is the Law. Are we not Men?
-“Not to eat Fish or Flesh; that is the Law. Are we not Men?
-“Not to claw the Bark of Trees; \emph{that} is the Law. Are we not Men?
-“Not to chase other Men; \emph{that} is the Law. Are we not Men?”
-
-
-And so from the prohibition of these acts of folly, on to the
-prohibition of what I thought then were the maddest, most impossible,
-and most indecent things one could well imagine. A kind of rhythmic
-fervour fell on all of us; we gabbled and swayed faster and faster,
-repeating this amazing Law. Superficially the contagion of these brutes
-was upon me, but deep down within me the laughter and disgust struggled
-together. We ran through a long list of prohibitions, and then the
-chant swung round to a new formula.
-
-“\emph{His} is the House of Pain.
-“\emph{His} is the Hand that makes.
-“\emph{His} is the Hand that wounds.
-“\emph{His} is the Hand that heals.”
-
-
-And so on for another long series, mostly quite incomprehensible
-gibberish to me about \emph{Him}, whoever he might be. I could have fancied
-it was a dream, but never before have I heard chanting in a dream.
-
-“\emph{His} is the lightning flash,” we sang. “\emph{His} is the deep, salt sea.”
-
-A horrible fancy came into my head that Moreau, after animalising these
-men, had infected their dwarfed brains with a kind of deification of
-himself. However, I was too keenly aware of white teeth and strong
-claws about me to stop my chanting on that account.
-
-“\emph{His} are the stars in the sky.”
-
-
-At last that song ended. I saw the Ape-man’s face shining with
-perspiration; and my eyes being now accustomed to the darkness, I saw
-more distinctly the figure in the corner from which the voice came. It
-was the size of a man, but it seemed covered with a dull grey hair
-almost like a Skye-terrier. What was it? What were they all? Imagine
-yourself surrounded by all the most horrible cripples and maniacs it is
-possible to conceive, and you may understand a little of my feelings
-with these grotesque caricatures of humanity about me.
-
-“He is a five-man, a five-man, a five-man—like me,” said the Ape-man.
-
-I held out my hands. The grey creature in the corner leant forward.
-
-“Not to run on all-fours; that is the Law. Are we not Men?” he said.
-
-He put out a strangely distorted talon and gripped my fingers. The
-thing was almost like the hoof of a deer produced into claws. I could
-have yelled with surprise and pain. His face came forward and peered at
-my nails, came forward into the light of the opening of the hut and I
-saw with a quivering disgust that it was like the face of neither man
-nor beast, but a mere shock of grey hair, with three shadowy
-over-archings to mark the eyes and mouth.
-
-“He has little nails,” said this grisly creature in his hairy beard.
-“It is well.”
-
-He threw my hand down, and instinctively I gripped my stick.
-
-“Eat roots and herbs; it is His will,” said the Ape-man.
-
-“I am the Sayer of the Law,” said the grey figure. “Here come all that
-be new to learn the Law. I sit in the darkness and say the Law.”
-
-“It is even so,” said one of the beasts in the doorway.
-
-“Evil are the punishments of those who break the Law. None escape.”
-
-“None escape,” said the Beast Folk, glancing furtively at one another.
-
-“None, none,” said the Ape-man,—“none escape. See! I did a little
-thing, a wrong thing, once. I jabbered, jabbered, stopped talking. None
-could understand. I am burnt, branded in the hand. He is great. He is
-good!”
-
-“None escape,” said the grey creature in the corner.
-
-“None escape,” said the Beast People, looking askance at one another.
-
-“For every one the want that is bad,” said the grey Sayer of the Law.
-“What you will want we do not know; we shall know. Some want to follow
-things that move, to watch and slink and wait and spring; to kill and
-bite, bite deep and rich, sucking the blood. It is bad. ‘Not to chase
-other Men; that is the Law. Are we not Men? Not to eat Flesh or Fish;
-that is the Law. Are we not Men?’”
-
-“None escape,” said a dappled brute standing in the doorway.
-
-“For every one the want is bad,” said the grey Sayer of the Law. “Some
-want to go tearing with teeth and hands into the roots of things,
-snuffing into the earth. It is bad.”
-
-“None escape,” said the men in the door.
-
-“Some go clawing trees; some go scratching at the graves of the dead;
-some go fighting with foreheads or feet or claws; some bite suddenly,
-none giving occasion; some love uncleanness.”
-
-“None escape,” said the Ape-man, scratching his calf.
-
-“None escape,” said the little pink sloth-creature.
-
-“Punishment is sharp and sure. Therefore learn the Law. Say the words.”
-
-And incontinently he began again the strange litany of the Law, and
-again I and all these creatures began singing and swaying. My head
-reeled with this jabbering and the close stench of the place; but I
-kept on, trusting to find presently some chance of a new development.
-
-“Not to go on all-fours; that is the Law. Are we not Men?”
-
-We were making such a noise that I noticed nothing of a tumult outside,
-until some one, who I think was one of the two Swine Men I had seen,
-thrust his head over the little pink sloth-creature and shouted
-something excitedly, something that I did not catch. Incontinently
-those at the opening of the hut vanished; my Ape-man rushed out; the
-thing that had sat in the dark followed him (I only observed that it
-was big and clumsy, and covered with silvery hair), and I was left
-alone. Then before I reached the aperture I heard the yelp of a
-staghound.
-
-In another moment I was standing outside the hovel, my chair-rail in my
-hand, every muscle of me quivering. Before me were the clumsy backs of
-perhaps a score of these Beast People, their misshapen heads half
-hidden by their shoulder-blades. They were gesticulating excitedly.
-Other half-animal faces glared interrogation out of the hovels. Looking
-in the direction in which they faced, I saw coming through the haze
-under the trees beyond the end of the passage of dens the dark figure
-and awful white face of Moreau. He was holding the leaping staghound
-back, and close behind him came Montgomery revolver in hand.
-
-For a moment I stood horror-struck. I turned and saw the passage behind
-me blocked by another heavy brute, with a huge grey face and twinkling
-little eyes, advancing towards me. I looked round and saw to the right
-of me and a half-dozen yards in front of me a narrow gap in the wall of
-rock through which a ray of light slanted into the shadows.
-
-“Stop!” cried Moreau as I strode towards this, and then, “Hold him!”
-
-At that, first one face turned towards me and then others. Their
-bestial minds were happily slow. I dashed my shoulder into a clumsy
-monster who was turning to see what Moreau meant, and flung him forward
-into another. I felt his hands fly round, clutching at me and missing
-me. The little pink sloth-creature dashed at me, and I gashed down its
-ugly face with the nail in my stick and in another minute was
-scrambling up a steep side pathway, a kind of sloping chimney, out of
-the ravine. I heard a howl behind me, and cries of “Catch him!” “Hold
-him!” and the grey-faced creature appeared behind me and jammed his
-huge bulk into the cleft. “Go on! go on!” they howled. I clambered up
-the narrow cleft in the rock and came out upon the sulphur on the
-westward side of the village of the Beast Men.
-
-That gap was altogether fortunate for me, for the narrow chimney,
-slanting obliquely upward, must have impeded the nearer pursuers. I ran
-over the white space and down a steep slope, through a scattered growth
-of trees, and came to a low-lying stretch of tall reeds, through which
-I pushed into a dark, thick undergrowth that was black and succulent
-under foot. As I plunged into the reeds, my foremost pursuers emerged
-from the gap. I broke my way through this undergrowth for some minutes.
-The air behind me and about me was soon full of threatening cries. I
-heard the tumult of my pursuers in the gap up the slope, then the
-crashing of the reeds, and every now and then the crackling crash of a
-branch. Some of the creatures roared like excited beasts of prey. The
-staghound yelped to the left. I heard Moreau and Montgomery shouting in
-the same direction. I turned sharply to the right. It seemed to me even
-then that I heard Montgomery shouting for me to run for my life.
-
-Presently the ground gave rich and oozy under my feet; but I was
-desperate and went headlong into it, struggled through kneedeep, and so
-came to a winding path among tall canes. The noise of my pursuers
-passed away to my left. In one place three strange, pink, hopping
-animals, about the size of cats, bolted before my footsteps. This
-pathway ran up hill, across another open space covered with white
-incrustation, and plunged into a canebrake again. Then suddenly it
-turned parallel with the edge of a steep-walled gap, which came without
-warning, like the ha-ha of an English park,—turned with an unexpected
-abruptness. I was still running with all my might, and I never saw this
-drop until I was flying headlong through the air.
-
-I fell on my forearms and head, among thorns, and rose with a torn ear
-and bleeding face. I had fallen into a precipitous ravine, rocky and
-thorny, full of a hazy mist which drifted about me in wisps, and with a
-narrow streamlet from which this mist came meandering down the centre.
-I was astonished at this thin fog in the full blaze of daylight; but I
-had no time to stand wondering then. I turned to my right, down-stream,
-hoping to come to the sea in that direction, and so have my way open to
-drown myself. It was only later I found that I had dropped my nailed
-stick in my fall.
-
-Presently the ravine grew narrower for a space, and carelessly I
-stepped into the stream. I jumped out again pretty quickly, for the
-water was almost boiling. I noticed too there was a thin sulphurous
-scum drifting upon its coiling water. Almost immediately came a turn in
-the ravine, and the indistinct blue horizon. The nearer sea was
-flashing the sun from a myriad facets. I saw my death before me; but I
-was hot and panting, with the warm blood oozing out on my face and
-running pleasantly through my veins. I felt more than a touch of
-exultation too, at having distanced my pursuers. It was not in me then
-to go out and drown myself yet. I stared back the way I had come.
-
-I listened. Save for the hum of the gnats and the chirp of some small
-insects that hopped among the thorns, the air was absolutely still.
-Then came the yelp of a dog, very faint, and a chattering and
-gibbering, the snap of a whip, and voices. They grew louder, then
-fainter again. The noise receded up the stream and faded away. For a
-while the chase was over; but I knew now how much hope of help for me
-lay in the Beast People.
+\include{chapters/The sayers of the Law}
 
 \chapter{A PARLEY}
 \cleardoublepage 
-I turned again and went on down towards the sea. I found the hot stream
-broadened out to a shallow, weedy sand, in which an abundance of crabs
-and long-bodied, many-legged creatures started from my footfall. I
-walked to the very edge of the salt water, and then I felt I was safe.
-I turned and stared, arms akimbo, at the thick green behind me, into
-which the steamy ravine cut like a smoking gash. But, as I say, I was
-too full of excitement and (a true saying, though those who have never
-known danger may doubt it) too desperate to die.
 
-Then it came into my head that there was one chance before me yet.
-While Moreau and Montgomery and their bestial rabble chased me through
-the island, might I not go round the beach until I came to their
-enclosure,—make a flank march upon them, in fact, and then with a rock
-lugged out of their loosely-built wall, perhaps, smash in the lock of
-the smaller door and see what I could find (knife, pistol, or what not)
-to fight them with when they returned? It was at any rate something to
-try.
-
-So I turned to the westward and walked along by the water’s edge. The
-setting sun flashed his blinding heat into my eyes. The slight Pacific
-tide was running in with a gentle ripple. Presently the shore fell away
-southward, and the sun came round upon my right hand. Then suddenly,
-far in front of me, I saw first one and then several figures emerging
-from the bushes,—Moreau, with his grey staghound, then Montgomery, and
-two others. At that I stopped.
-
-They saw me, and began gesticulating and advancing. I stood watching
-them approach. The two Beast Men came running forward to cut me off
-from the undergrowth, inland. Montgomery came, running also, but
-straight towards me. Moreau followed slower with the dog.
-
-At last I roused myself from my inaction, and turning seaward walked
-straight into the water. The water was very shallow at first. I was
-thirty yards out before the waves reached to my waist. Dimly I could
-see the intertidal creatures darting away from my feet.
-
-“What are you doing, man?” cried Montgomery.
-
-I turned, standing waist deep, and stared at them. Montgomery stood
-panting at the margin of the water. His face was bright-red with
-exertion, his long flaxen hair blown about his head, and his dropping
-nether lip showed his irregular teeth. Moreau was just coming up, his
-face pale and firm, and the dog at his hand barked at me. Both men had
-heavy whips. Farther up the beach stared the Beast Men.
-
-“What am I doing? I am going to drown myself,” said I.
-
-Montgomery and Moreau looked at each other. “Why?” asked Moreau.
-
-“Because that is better than being tortured by you.”
-
-“I told you so,” said Montgomery, and Moreau said something in a low
-tone.
-
-“What makes you think I shall torture you?” asked Moreau.
-
-“What I saw,” I said. “And those—yonder.”
-
-“Hush!” said Moreau, and held up his hand.
-
-“I will not,” said I. “They were men: what are they now? I at least
-will not be like them.”
-
-I looked past my interlocutors. Up the beach were M’ling, Montgomery’s
-attendant, and one of the white-swathed brutes from the boat. Farther
-up, in the shadow of the trees, I saw my little Ape-man, and behind him
-some other dim figures.
-
-“Who are these creatures?” said I, pointing to them and raising my
-voice more and more that it might reach them. “They were men, men like
-yourselves, whom you have infected with some bestial taint,—men whom
-you have enslaved, and whom you still fear.
-
-“You who listen,” I cried, pointing now to Moreau and shouting past him
-to the Beast Men,—“You who listen! Do you not see these men still fear
-you, go in dread of you? Why, then, do you fear them? You are many—”
-
-“For God’s sake,” cried Montgomery, “stop that, Prendick!”
-
-“Prendick!” cried Moreau.
-
-They both shouted together, as if to drown my voice; and behind them
-lowered the staring faces of the Beast Men, wondering, their deformed
-hands hanging down, their shoulders hunched up. They seemed, as I
-fancied, to be trying to understand me, to remember, I thought,
-something of their human past.
-
-I went on shouting, I scarcely remember what,—that Moreau and
-Montgomery could be killed, that they were not to be feared: that was
-the burden of what I put into the heads of the Beast People. I saw the
-green-eyed man in the dark rags, who had met me on the evening of my
-arrival, come out from among the trees, and others followed him, to
-hear me better. At last for want of breath I paused.
-
-“Listen to me for a moment,” said the steady voice of Moreau; “and then
-say what you will.”
-
-“Well?” said I.
-
-He coughed, thought, then shouted: “Latin, Prendick! bad Latin,
-schoolboy Latin; but try and understand. \emph{Hi non sunt homines; sunt
-animalia qui nos habemus}—vivisected. A humanising process. I will
-explain. Come ashore.”
-
-I laughed. “A pretty story,” said I. “They talk, build houses. They
-were men. It’s likely I’ll come ashore.”
-
-“The water just beyond where you stand is deep—and full of sharks.”
-
-“That’s my way,” said I. “Short and sharp. Presently.”
-
-“Wait a minute.” He took something out of his pocket that flashed back
-the sun, and dropped the object at his feet. “That’s a loaded
-revolver,” said he. “Montgomery here will do the same. Now we are going
-up the beach until you are satisfied the distance is safe. Then come
-and take the revolvers.”
-
-“Not I! You have a third between you.”
-
-“I want you to think over things, Prendick. In the first place, I never
-asked you to come upon this island. If we vivisected men, we should
-import men, not beasts. In the next, we had you drugged last night, had
-we wanted to work you any mischief; and in the next, now your first
-panic is over and you can think a little, is Montgomery here quite up
-to the character you give him? We have chased you for your good.
-Because this island is full of inimical phenomena. Besides, why should
-we want to shoot you when you have just offered to drown yourself?”
-
-“Why did you set—your people onto me when I was in the hut?”
-
-“We felt sure of catching you, and bringing you out of danger.
-Afterwards we drew away from the scent, for your good.”
-
-I mused. It seemed just possible. Then I remembered something again.
-“But I saw,” said I, “in the enclosure—”
-
-“That was the puma.”
-
-“Look here, Prendick,” said Montgomery, “you’re a silly ass! Come out
-of the water and take these revolvers, and talk. We can’t do anything
-more than we could do now.”
-
-I will confess that then, and indeed always, I distrusted and dreaded
-Moreau; but Montgomery was a man I felt I understood.
-
-“Go up the beach,” said I, after thinking, and added, “holding your
-hands up.”
-
-“Can’t do that,” said Montgomery, with an explanatory nod over his
-shoulder. “Undignified.”
-
-“Go up to the trees, then,” said I, “as you please.”
-
-“It’s a damned silly ceremony,” said Montgomery.
-
-Both turned and faced the six or seven grotesque creatures, who stood
-there in the sunlight, solid, casting shadows, moving, and yet so
-incredibly unreal. Montgomery cracked his whip at them, and forthwith
-they all turned and fled helter-skelter into the trees; and when
-Montgomery and Moreau were at a distance I judged sufficient, I waded
-ashore, and picked up and examined the revolvers. To satisfy myself
-against the subtlest trickery, I discharged one at a round lump of
-lava, and had the satisfaction of seeing the stone pulverised and the
-beach splashed with lead. Still I hesitated for a moment.
-
-“I’ll take the risk,” said I, at last; and with a revolver in each hand
-I walked up the beach towards them.
-
-“That’s better,” said Moreau, without affectation. “As it is, you have
-wasted the best part of my day with your confounded imagination.” And
-with a touch of contempt which humiliated me, he and Montgomery turned
-and went on in silence before me.
-
-The knot of Beast Men, still wondering, stood back among the trees. I
-passed them as serenely as possible. One started to follow me, but
-retreated again when Montgomery cracked his whip. The rest stood
-silent—watching. They may once have been animals; but I never before
-saw an animal trying to think.
+\include{chapters/A Parley}
 
 \chapter{DOCTOR MOREAU EXPLAINS}
 \cleardoublepage
-“And now, Prendick, I will explain,” said Doctor Moreau, so soon as we
-had eaten and drunk. “I must confess that you are the most dictatorial
-guest I ever entertained. I warn you that this is the last I shall do
-to oblige you. The next thing you threaten to commit suicide about, I
-shan’t do,—even at some personal inconvenience.”
 
-He sat in my deck chair, a cigar half consumed in his white,
-dexterous-looking fingers. The light of the swinging lamp fell on his
-white hair; he stared through the little window out at the starlight. I
-sat as far away from him as possible, the table between us and the
-revolvers to hand. Montgomery was not present. I did not care to be
-with the two of them in such a little room.
-
-“You admit that the vivisected human being, as you called it, is, after
-all, only the puma?” said Moreau. He had made me visit that horror in
-the inner room, to assure myself of its inhumanity.
-
-“It is the puma,” I said, “still alive, but so cut and mutilated as I
-pray I may never see living flesh again. Of all vile—”
-
-“Never mind that,” said Moreau; “at least, spare me those youthful
-horrors. Montgomery used to be just the same. You admit that it is the
-puma. Now be quiet, while I reel off my physiological lecture to you.”
-
-And forthwith, beginning in the tone of a man supremely bored, but
-presently warming a little, he explained his work to me. He was very
-simple and convincing. Now and then there was a touch of sarcasm in his
-voice. Presently I found myself hot with shame at our mutual positions.
-
-The creatures I had seen were not men, had never been men. They were
-animals, humanised animals,—triumphs of vivisection.
-
-“You forget all that a skilled vivisector can do with living things,”
-said Moreau. “For my own part, I’m puzzled why the things I have done
-here have not been done before. Small efforts, of course, have been
-made,—amputation, tongue-cutting, excisions. Of course you know a
-squint may be induced or cured by surgery? Then in the case of
-excisions you have all kinds of secondary changes, pigmentary
-disturbances, modifications of the passions, alterations in the
-secretion of fatty tissue. I have no doubt you have heard of these
-things?”
-
-“Of course,” said I. “But these foul creatures of yours—”
-
-“All in good time,” said he, waving his hand at me; “I am only
-beginning. Those are trivial cases of alteration. Surgery can do better
-things than that. There is building up as well as breaking down and
-changing. You have heard, perhaps, of a common surgical operation
-resorted to in cases where the nose has been destroyed: a flap of skin
-is cut from the forehead, turned down on the nose, and heals in the new
-position. This is a kind of grafting in a new position of part of an
-animal upon itself. Grafting of freshly obtained material from another
-animal is also possible,—the case of teeth, for example. The grafting
-of skin and bone is done to facilitate healing: the surgeon places in
-the middle of the wound pieces of skin snipped from another animal, or
-fragments of bone from a victim freshly killed. Hunter’s
-cock-spur—possibly you have heard of that—flourished on the bull’s
-neck; and the rhinoceros rats of the Algerian zouaves are also to be
-thought of,—monsters manufactured by transferring a slip from the tail
-of an ordinary rat to its snout, and allowing it to heal in that
-position.”
-
-“Monsters manufactured!” said I. “Then you mean to tell me—”
-
-“Yes. These creatures you have seen are animals carven and wrought into
-new shapes. To that, to the study of the plasticity of living forms, my
-life has been devoted. I have studied for years, gaining in knowledge
-as I go. I see you look horrified, and yet I am telling you nothing
-new. It all lay in the surface of practical anatomy years ago, but no
-one had the temerity to touch it. It is not simply the outward form of
-an animal which I can change. The physiology, the chemical rhythm of
-the creature, may also be made to undergo an enduring modification,—of
-which vaccination and other methods of inoculation with living or dead
-matter are examples that will, no doubt, be familiar to you. A similar
-operation is the transfusion of blood,—with which subject, indeed, I
-began. These are all familiar cases. Less so, and probably far more
-extensive, were the operations of those mediaeval practitioners who
-made dwarfs and beggar-cripples, show-monsters,—some vestiges of whose
-art still remain in the preliminary manipulation of the young
-mountebank or contortionist. Victor Hugo gives an account of them in
-‘L’Homme qui Rit.’—But perhaps my meaning grows plain now. You begin to
-see that it is a possible thing to transplant tissue from one part of
-an animal to another, or from one animal to another; to alter its
-chemical reactions and methods of growth; to modify the articulations
-of its limbs; and, indeed, to change it in its most intimate structure.
-
-“And yet this extraordinary branch of knowledge has never been sought
-as an end, and systematically, by modern investigators until I took it
-up! Some such things have been hit upon in the last resort of surgery;
-most of the kindred evidence that will recur to your mind has been
-demonstrated as it were by accident,—by tyrants, by criminals, by the
-breeders of horses and dogs, by all kinds of untrained clumsy-handed
-men working for their own immediate ends. I was the first man to take
-up this question armed with antiseptic surgery, and with a really
-scientific knowledge of the laws of growth. Yet one would imagine it
-must have been practised in secret before. Such creatures as the
-Siamese Twins—And in the vaults of the Inquisition. No doubt their
-chief aim was artistic torture, but some at least of the inquisitors
-must have had a touch of scientific curiosity.”
-
-“But,” said I, “these things—these animals talk!”
-
-He said that was so, and proceeded to point out that the possibility of
-vivisection does not stop at a mere physical metamorphosis. A pig may
-be educated. The mental structure is even less determinate than the
-bodily. In our growing science of hypnotism we find the promise of a
-possibility of superseding old inherent instincts by new suggestions,
-grafting upon or replacing the inherited fixed ideas. Very much indeed
-of what we call moral education, he said, is such an artificial
-modification and perversion of instinct; pugnacity is trained into
-courageous self-sacrifice, and suppressed sexuality into religious
-emotion. And the great difference between man and monkey is in the
-larynx, he continued,—in the incapacity to frame delicately different
-sound-symbols by which thought could be sustained. In this I failed to
-agree with him, but with a certain incivility he declined to notice my
-objection. He repeated that the thing was so, and continued his account
-of his work.
-
-I asked him why he had taken the human form as a model. There seemed to
-me then, and there still seems to me now, a strange wickedness for that
-choice.
-
-He confessed that he had chosen that form by chance. “I might just as
-well have worked to form sheep into llamas and llamas into sheep. I
-suppose there is something in the human form that appeals to the
-artistic turn of mind more powerfully than any animal shape can. But
-I’ve not confined myself to man-making. Once or twice—” He was silent,
-for a minute perhaps. “These years! How they have slipped by! And here
-I have wasted a day saving your life, and am now wasting an hour
-explaining myself!”
-
-“But,” said I, “I still do not understand. Where is your justification
-for inflicting all this pain? The only thing that could excuse
-vivisection to me would be some application—”
-
-“Precisely,” said he. “But, you see, I am differently constituted. We
-are on different platforms. You are a materialist.”
-
-“I am \emph{not} a materialist,” I began hotly.
-
-“In my view—in my view. For it is just this question of pain that parts
-us. So long as visible or audible pain turns you sick; so long as your
-own pains drive you; so long as pain underlies your propositions about
-sin,—so long, I tell you, you are an animal, thinking a little less
-obscurely what an animal feels. This pain—”
-
-I gave an impatient shrug at such sophistry.
-
-“Oh, but it is such a little thing! A mind truly opened to what science
-has to teach must see that it is a little thing. It may be that save in
-this little planet, this speck of cosmic dust, invisible long before
-the nearest star could be attained—it may be, I say, that nowhere else
-does this thing called pain occur. But the laws we feel our way
-towards—Why, even on this earth, even among living things, what pain is
-there?”
-
-As he spoke he drew a little penknife from his pocket, opened the
-smaller blade, and moved his chair so that I could see his thigh. Then,
-choosing the place deliberately, he drove the blade into his leg and
-withdrew it.
-
-“No doubt,” he said, “you have seen that before. It does not hurt a
-pin-prick. But what does it show? The capacity for pain is not needed
-in the muscle, and it is not placed there,—is but little needed in the
-skin, and only here and there over the thigh is a spot capable of
-feeling pain. Pain is simply our intrinsic medical adviser to warn us
-and stimulate us. Not all living flesh is painful; nor is all nerve,
-not even all sensory nerve. There’s no taint of pain, real pain, in the
-sensations of the optic nerve. If you wound the optic nerve, you merely
-see flashes of light,—just as disease of the auditory nerve merely
-means a humming in our ears. Plants do not feel pain, nor the lower
-animals; it’s possible that such animals as the starfish and crayfish
-do not feel pain at all. Then with men, the more intelligent they
-become, the more intelligently they will see after their own welfare,
-and the less they will need the goad to keep them out of danger. I
-never yet heard of a useless thing that was not ground out of existence
-by evolution sooner or later. Did you? And pain gets needless.
-
-“Then I am a religious man, Prendick, as every sane man must be. It may
-be, I fancy, that I have seen more of the ways of this world’s Maker
-than you,—for I have sought his laws, in \emph{my} way, all my life, while
-you, I understand, have been collecting butterflies. And I tell you,
-pleasure and pain have nothing to do with heaven or hell. Pleasure and
-pain—bah! What is your theologian’s ecstasy but Mahomet’s houri in the
-dark? This store which men and women set on pleasure and pain,
-Prendick, is the mark of the beast upon them,—the mark of the beast
-from which they came! Pain, pain and pleasure, they are for us only so
-long as we wriggle in the dust.
-
-“You see, I went on with this research just the way it led me. That is
-the only way I ever heard of true research going. I asked a question,
-devised some method of obtaining an answer, and got a fresh question.
-Was this possible or that possible? You cannot imagine what this means
-to an investigator, what an intellectual passion grows upon him! You
-cannot imagine the strange, colourless delight of these intellectual
-desires! The thing before you is no longer an animal, a
-fellow-creature, but a problem! Sympathetic pain,—all I know of it I
-remember as a thing I used to suffer from years ago. I wanted—it was
-the one thing I wanted—to find out the extreme limit of plasticity in a
-living shape.”
-
-“But,” said I, “the thing is an abomination—”
-
-“To this day I have never troubled about the ethics of the matter,” he
-continued. “The study of Nature makes a man at last as remorseless as
-Nature. I have gone on, not heeding anything but the question I was
-pursuing; and the material has—dripped into the huts yonder. It is
-nearly eleven years since we came here, I and Montgomery and six
-Kanakas. I remember the green stillness of the island and the empty
-ocean about us, as though it was yesterday. The place seemed waiting
-for me.
-
-“The stores were landed and the house was built. The Kanakas founded
-some huts near the ravine. I went to work here upon what I had brought
-with me. There were some disagreeable things happened at first. I began
-with a sheep, and killed it after a day and a half by a slip of the
-scalpel. I took another sheep, and made a thing of pain and fear and
-left it bound up to heal. It looked quite human to me when I had
-finished it; but when I went to it I was discontented with it. It
-remembered me, and was terrified beyond imagination; and it had no more
-than the wits of a sheep. The more I looked at it the clumsier it
-seemed, until at last I put the monster out of its misery. These
-animals without courage, these fear-haunted, pain-driven things,
-without a spark of pugnacious energy to face torment,—they are no good
-for man-making.
-
-“Then I took a gorilla I had; and upon that, working with infinite care
-and mastering difficulty after difficulty, I made my first man. All the
-week, night and day, I moulded him. With him it was chiefly the brain
-that needed moulding; much had to be added, much changed. I thought him
-a fair specimen of the negroid type when I had finished him, and he lay
-bandaged, bound, and motionless before me. It was only when his life
-was assured that I left him and came into this room again, and found
-Montgomery much as you are. He had heard some of the cries as the thing
-grew human,—cries like those that disturbed \emph{you} so. I didn’t take him
-completely into my confidence at first. And the Kanakas too, had
-realised something of it. They were scared out of their wits by the
-sight of me. I got Montgomery over to me—in a way; but I and he had the
-hardest job to prevent the Kanakas deserting. Finally they did; and so
-we lost the yacht. I spent many days educating the brute,—altogether I
-had him for three or four months. I taught him the rudiments of
-English; gave him ideas of counting; even made the thing read the
-alphabet. But at that he was slow, though I’ve met with idiots slower.
-He began with a clean sheet, mentally; had no memories left in his mind
-of what he had been. When his scars were quite healed, and he was no
-longer anything but painful and stiff, and able to converse a little, I
-took him yonder and introduced him to the Kanakas as an interesting
-stowaway.
-
-“They were horribly afraid of him at first, somehow,—which offended me
-rather, for I was conceited about him; but his ways seemed so mild, and
-he was so abject, that after a time they received him and took his
-education in hand. He was quick to learn, very imitative and adaptive,
-and built himself a hovel rather better, it seemed to me, than their
-own shanties. There was one among the boys a bit of a missionary, and
-he taught the thing to read, or at least to pick out letters, and gave
-him some rudimentary ideas of morality; but it seems the beast’s habits
-were not all that is desirable.
-
-“I rested from work for some days after this, and was in a mind to
-write an account of the whole affair to wake up English physiology.
-Then I came upon the creature squatting up in a tree and gibbering at
-two of the Kanakas who had been teasing him. I threatened him, told him
-the inhumanity of such a proceeding, aroused his sense of shame, and
-came home resolved to do better before I took my work back to England.
-I have been doing better. But somehow the things drift back again: the
-stubborn beast-flesh grows day by day back again. But I mean to do
-better things still. I mean to conquer that. This puma—
-
-“But that’s the story. All the Kanaka boys are dead now; one fell
-overboard of the launch, and one died of a wounded heel that he
-poisoned in some way with plant-juice. Three went away in the yacht,
-and I suppose and hope were drowned. The other one—was killed. Well, I
-have replaced them. Montgomery went on much as you are disposed to do
-at first, and then—
-
-“What became of the other one?” said I, sharply,—“the other Kanaka who
-was killed?”
-
-“The fact is, after I had made a number of human creatures I made a
-Thing—” He hesitated.
-
-“Yes?” said I.
-
-“It was killed.”
-
-“I don’t understand,” said I; “do you mean to say—”
-
-“It killed the Kanaka—yes. It killed several other things that it
-caught. We chased it for a couple of days. It only got loose by
-accident—I never meant it to get away. It wasn’t finished. It was
-purely an experiment. It was a limbless thing, with a horrible face,
-that writhed along the ground in a serpentine fashion. It was immensely
-strong, and in infuriating pain. It lurked in the woods for some days,
-until we hunted it; and then it wriggled into the northern part of the
-island, and we divided the party to close in upon it. Montgomery
-insisted upon coming with me. The man had a rifle; and when his body
-was found, one of the barrels was curved into the shape of an S and
-very nearly bitten through. Montgomery shot the thing. After that I
-stuck to the ideal of humanity—except for little things.”
-
-He became silent. I sat in silence watching his face.
-
-“So for twenty years altogether—counting nine years in England—I have
-been going on; and there is still something in everything I do that
-defeats me, makes me dissatisfied, challenges me to further effort.
-Sometimes I rise above my level, sometimes I fall below it; but always
-I fall short of the things I dream. The human shape I can get now,
-almost with ease, so that it is lithe and graceful, or thick and
-strong; but often there is trouble with the hands and the
-claws,—painful things, that I dare not shape too freely. But it is in
-the subtle grafting and reshaping one must needs do to the brain that
-my trouble lies. The intelligence is often oddly low, with
-unaccountable blank ends, unexpected gaps. And least satisfactory of
-all is something that I cannot touch, somewhere—I cannot determine
-where—in the seat of the emotions. Cravings, instincts, desires that
-harm humanity, a strange hidden reservoir to burst forth suddenly and
-inundate the whole being of the creature with anger, hate, or fear.
-These creatures of mine seemed strange and uncanny to you so soon as
-you began to observe them; but to me, just after I make them, they seem
-to be indisputably human beings. It’s afterwards, as I observe them,
-that the persuasion fades. First one animal trait, then another, creeps
-to the surface and stares out at me. But I will conquer yet! Each time
-I dip a living creature into the bath of burning pain, I say, ‘This
-time I will burn out all the animal; this time I will make a rational
-creature of my own!’ After all, what is ten years? Men have been a
-hundred thousand in the making.” He thought darkly. “But I am drawing
-near the fastness. This puma of mine—” After a silence, “And they
-revert. As soon as my hand is taken from them the beast begins to creep
-back, begins to assert itself again.” Another long silence.
-
-“Then you take the things you make into those dens?” said I.
-
-“They go. I turn them out when I begin to feel the beast in them, and
-presently they wander there. They all dread this house and me. There is
-a kind of travesty of humanity over there. Montgomery knows about it,
-for he interferes in their affairs. He has trained one or two of them
-to our service. He’s ashamed of it, but I believe he half likes some of
-those beasts. It’s his business, not mine. They only sicken me with a
-sense of failure. I take no interest in them. I fancy they follow in
-the lines the Kanaka missionary marked out, and have a kind of mockery
-of a rational life, poor beasts! There’s something they call the Law.
-Sing hymns about ‘all thine.’ They build themselves their dens, gather
-fruit, and pull herbs—marry even. But I can see through it all, see
-into their very souls, and see there nothing but the souls of beasts,
-beasts that perish, anger and the lusts to live and gratify
-themselves.—Yet they’re odd; complex, like everything else alive. There
-is a kind of upward striving in them, part vanity, part waste sexual
-emotion, part waste curiosity. It only mocks me. I have some hope of
-this puma. I have worked hard at her head and brain—
-
-“And now,” said he, standing up after a long gap of silence, during
-which we had each pursued our own thoughts, “what do you think? Are you
-in fear of me still?”
-
-I looked at him, and saw but a white-faced, white-haired man, with calm
-eyes. Save for his serenity, the touch almost of beauty that resulted
-from his set tranquillity and his magnificent build, he might have
-passed muster among a hundred other comfortable old gentlemen. Then I
-shivered. By way of answer to his second question, I handed him a
-revolver with either hand.
-
-“Keep them,” he said, and snatched at a yawn. He stood up, stared at me
-for a moment, and smiled. “You have had two eventful days,” said he. “I
-should advise some sleep. I’m glad it’s all clear. Good-night.” He
-thought me over for a moment, then went out by the inner door.
-
-I immediately turned the key in the outer one. I sat down again; sat
-for a time in a kind of stagnant mood, so weary, emotionally, mentally,
-and physically, that I could not think beyond the point at which he had
-left me. The black window stared at me like an eye. At last with an
-effort I put out the light and got into the hammock. Very soon I was
-asleep.
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 \chapter{CONCERNING THE BEAST FOLK}
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