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+I woke early. Moreau’s explanation stood before my mind, clear and
+definite, from the moment of my awakening. I got out of the hammock and
+went to the door to assure myself that the key was turned. Then I tried
+the window-bar, and found it firmly fixed. That these man-like
+creatures were in truth only bestial monsters, mere grotesque
+travesties of men, filled me with a vague uncertainty of their
+possibilities which was far worse than any definite fear.
+
+A tapping came at the door, and I heard the glutinous accents of M’ling
+speaking. I pocketed one of the revolvers (keeping one hand upon it),
+and opened to him.
+
+“Good-morning, sair,” he said, bringing in, in addition to the
+customary herb-breakfast, an ill-cooked rabbit. Montgomery followed
+him. His roving eye caught the position of my arm and he smiled askew.
+
+The puma was resting to heal that day; but Moreau, who was singularly
+solitary in his habits, did not join us. I talked with Montgomery to
+clear my ideas of the way in which the Beast Folk lived. In particular,
+I was urgent to know how these inhuman monsters were kept from falling
+upon Moreau and Montgomery and from rending one another. He explained
+to me that the comparative safety of Moreau and himself was due to the
+limited mental scope of these monsters. In spite of their increased
+intelligence and the tendency of their animal instincts to reawaken,
+they had certain fixed ideas implanted by Moreau in their minds, which
+absolutely bounded their imaginations. They were really hypnotised; had
+been told that certain things were impossible, and that certain things
+were not to be done, and these prohibitions were woven into the texture
+of their minds beyond any possibility of disobedience or dispute.
+
+Certain matters, however, in which old instinct was at war with
+Moreau’s convenience, were in a less stable condition. A series of
+propositions called the Law (I had already heard them recited) battled
+in their minds with the deep-seated, ever-rebellious cravings of their
+animal natures. This Law they were ever repeating, I found, and ever
+breaking. Both Montgomery and Moreau displayed particular solicitude to
+keep them ignorant of the taste of blood; they feared the inevitable
+suggestions of that flavour. Montgomery told me that the Law,
+especially among the feline Beast People, became oddly weakened about
+nightfall; that then the animal was at its strongest; that a spirit of
+adventure sprang up in them at the dusk, when they would dare things
+they never seemed to dream about by day. To that I owed my stalking by
+the Leopard-man, on the night of my arrival. But during these earlier
+days of my stay they broke the Law only furtively and after dark; in
+the daylight there was a general atmosphere of respect for its
+multifarious prohibitions.
+
+And here perhaps I may give a few general facts about the island and
+the Beast People. The island, which was of irregular outline and lay
+low upon the wide sea, had a total area, I suppose, of seven or eight
+square miles.\footnote{This description corresponds in every respect to Noble’s Isle.—C.
+E. P.} It was volcanic in origin, and was now fringed on
+three sides by coral reefs; some fumaroles to the northward, and a hot
+spring, were the only vestiges of the forces that had long since
+originated it. Now and then a faint quiver of earthquake would be
+sensible, and sometimes the ascent of the spire of smoke would be
+rendered tumultuous by gusts of steam; but that was all. The population
+of the island, Montgomery informed me, now numbered rather more than
+sixty of these strange creations of Moreau’s art, not counting the
+smaller monstrosities which lived in the undergrowth and were without
+human form. Altogether he had made nearly a hundred and twenty; but
+many had died, and others—like the writhing Footless Thing of which he
+had told me—had come by violent ends. In answer to my question,
+Montgomery said that they actually bore offspring, but that these
+generally died. When they lived, Moreau took them and stamped the human
+form upon them. There was no evidence of the inheritance of their
+acquired human characteristics. The females were less numerous than the
+males, and liable to much furtive persecution in spite of the monogamy
+the Law enjoined.
+
+ 
+
+
+It would be impossible for me to describe these Beast People in detail;
+my eye has had no training in details, and unhappily I cannot sketch.
+Most striking, perhaps, in their general appearance was the
+disproportion between the legs of these creatures and the length of
+their bodies; and yet—so relative is our idea of grace—my eye became
+habituated to their forms, and at last I even fell in with their
+persuasion that my own long thighs were ungainly. Another point was the
+forward carriage of the head and the clumsy and inhuman curvature of
+the spine. Even the Ape-man lacked that inward sinuous curve of the
+back which makes the human figure so graceful. Most had their shoulders
+hunched clumsily, and their short forearms hung weakly at their sides.
+Few of them were conspicuously hairy, at least until the end of my time
+upon the island.
+
+The next most obvious deformity was in their faces, almost all of which
+were prognathous, malformed about the ears, with large and protuberant
+noses, very furry or very bristly hair, and often strangely-coloured or
+strangely-placed eyes. None could laugh, though the Ape-man had a
+chattering titter. Beyond these general characters their heads had
+little in common; each preserved the quality of its particular species:
+the human mark distorted but did not hide the leopard, the ox, or the
+sow, or other animal or animals, from which the creature had been
+moulded. The voices, too, varied exceedingly. The hands were always
+malformed; and though some surprised me by their unexpected human
+appearance, almost all were deficient in the number of the digits,
+clumsy about the finger-nails, and lacking any tactile sensibility.
+
+The two most formidable Animal Men were my Leopard-man and a creature
+made of hyena and swine. Larger than these were the three
+bull-creatures who pulled in the boat. Then came the silvery-hairy-man,
+who was also the Sayer of the Law, M’ling, and a satyr-like creature of
+ape and goat. There were three Swine-men and a Swine-woman, a
+mare-rhinoceros-creature, and several other females whose sources I did
+not ascertain. There were several wolf-creatures, a bear-bull, and a
+Saint-Bernard-man. I have already described the Ape-man, and there was
+a particularly hateful (and evil-smelling) old woman made of vixen and
+bear, whom I hated from the beginning. She was said to be a passionate
+votary of the Law. Smaller creatures were certain dappled youths and my
+little sloth-creature. But enough of this catalogue.
+
+At first I had a shivering horror of the brutes, felt all too keenly
+that they were still brutes; but insensibly I became a little
+habituated to the idea of them, and moreover I was affected by
+Montgomery’s attitude towards them. He had been with them so long that
+he had come to regard them as almost normal human beings. His London
+days seemed a glorious, impossible past to him. Only once in a year or
+so did he go to Africa to deal with Moreau’s agent, a trader in animals
+there. He hardly met the finest type of mankind in that seafaring
+village of Spanish mongrels. The men aboard-ship, he told me, seemed at
+first just as strange to him as the Beast Men seemed to me,—unnaturally
+long in the leg, flat in the face, prominent in the forehead,
+suspicious, dangerous, and cold-hearted. In fact, he did not like men:
+his heart had warmed to me, he thought, because he had saved my life. I
+fancied even then that he had a sneaking kindness for some of these
+metamorphosed brutes, a vicious sympathy with some of their ways, but
+that he attempted to veil it from me at first.
+
+M’ling, the black-faced man, Montgomery’s attendant, the first of the
+Beast Folk I had encountered, did not live with the others across the
+island, but in a small kennel at the back of the enclosure. The
+creature was scarcely so intelligent as the Ape-man, but far more
+docile, and the most human-looking of all the Beast Folk; and
+Montgomery had trained it to prepare food, and indeed to discharge all
+the trivial domestic offices that were required. It was a complex
+trophy of Moreau’s horrible skill,—a bear, tainted with dog and ox, and
+one of the most elaborately made of all his creatures. It treated
+Montgomery with a strange tenderness and devotion. Sometimes he would
+notice it, pat it, call it half-mocking, half-jocular names, and so
+make it caper with extraordinary delight; sometimes he would ill-treat
+it, especially after he had been at the whiskey, kicking it, beating
+it, pelting it with stones or lighted fusees. But whether he treated it
+well or ill, it loved nothing so much as to be near him.
+
+I say I became habituated to the Beast People, that a thousand things
+which had seemed unnatural and repulsive speedily became natural and
+ordinary to me. I suppose everything in existence takes its colour from
+the average hue of our surroundings. Montgomery and Moreau were too
+peculiar and individual to keep my general impressions of humanity well
+defined. I would see one of the clumsy bovine-creatures who worked the
+launch treading heavily through the undergrowth, and find myself
+asking, trying hard to recall, how he differed from some really human
+yokel trudging home from his mechanical labours; or I would meet the
+Fox-bear woman’s vulpine, shifty face, strangely human in its
+speculative cunning, and even imagine I had met it before in some city
+byway.
+
+Yet every now and then the beast would flash out upon me beyond doubt
+or denial. An ugly-looking man, a hunch-backed human savage to all
+appearance, squatting in the aperture of one of the dens, would stretch
+his arms and yawn, showing with startling suddenness scissor-edged
+incisors and sabre-like canines, keen and brilliant as knives. Or in
+some narrow pathway, glancing with a transitory daring into the eyes of
+some lithe, white-swathed female figure, I would suddenly see (with a
+spasmodic revulsion) that she had slit-like pupils, or glancing down
+note the curving nail with which she held her shapeless wrap about her.
+It is a curious thing, by the bye, for which I am quite unable to
+account, that these weird creatures—the females, I mean—had in the
+earlier days of my stay an instinctive sense of their own repulsive
+clumsiness, and displayed in consequence a more than human regard for
+the decency and decorum of extensive costume.
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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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+In the evening I started, and drove out to sea before a gentle wind
+from the southwest, slowly, steadily; and the island grew smaller and
+smaller, and the lank spire of smoke dwindled to a finer and finer line
+against the hot sunset. The ocean rose up around me, hiding that low,
+dark patch from my eyes. The daylight, the trailing glory of the sun,
+went streaming out of the sky, was drawn aside like some luminous
+curtain, and at last I looked into the blue gulf of immensity which the
+sunshine hides, and saw the floating hosts of the stars. The sea was
+silent, the sky was silent. I was alone with the night and silence.
+
+So I drifted for three days, eating and drinking sparingly, and
+meditating upon all that had happened to me,—not desiring very greatly
+then to see men again. One unclean rag was about me, my hair a black
+tangle: no doubt my discoverers thought me a madman.
+
+It is strange, but I felt no desire to return to mankind. I was only
+glad to be quit of the foulness of the Beast People. And on the third
+day I was picked up by a brig from Apia to San Francisco. Neither the
+captain nor the mate would believe my story, judging that solitude and
+danger had made me mad; and fearing their opinion might be that of
+others, I refrained from telling my adventure further, and professed to
+recall nothing that had happened to me between the loss of the \emph{Lady
+Vain} and the time when I was picked up again,—the space of a year.
+
+I had to act with the utmost circumspection to save myself from the
+suspicion of insanity. My memory of the Law, of the two dead sailors,
+of the ambuscades of the darkness, of the body in the canebrake,
+haunted me; and, unnatural as it seems, with my return to mankind came,
+instead of that confidence and sympathy I had expected, a strange
+enhancement of the uncertainty and dread I had experienced during my
+stay upon the island. No one would believe me; I was almost as queer to
+men as I had been to the Beast People. I may have caught something of
+the natural wildness of my companions. They say that terror is a
+disease, and anyhow I can witness that for several years now a restless
+fear has dwelt in my mind,—such a restless fear as a half-tamed lion
+cub may feel.
+
+My trouble took the strangest form. I could not persuade myself that
+the men and women I met were not also another Beast People, animals
+half wrought into the outward image of human souls, and that they would
+presently begin to revert,—to show first this bestial mark and then
+that. But I have confided my case to a strangely able man,—a man who
+had known Moreau, and seemed half to credit my story; a mental
+specialist,—and he has helped me mightily, though I do not expect that
+the terror of that island will ever altogether leave me. At most times
+it lies far in the back of my mind, a mere distant cloud, a memory, and
+a faint distrust; but there are times when the little cloud spreads
+until it obscures the whole sky. Then I look about me at my fellow-men;
+and I go in fear. I see faces, keen and bright; others dull or
+dangerous; others, unsteady, insincere,—none that have the calm
+authority of a reasonable soul. I feel as though the animal was surging
+up through them; that presently the degradation of the Islanders will
+be played over again on a larger scale. I know this is an illusion;
+that these seeming men and women about me are indeed men and women,—men
+and women for ever, perfectly reasonable creatures, full of human
+desires and tender solicitude, emancipated from instinct and the slaves
+of no fantastic Law,—beings altogether different from the Beast Folk.
+Yet I shrink from them, from their curious glances, their inquiries and
+assistance, and long to be away from them and alone. For that reason I
+live near the broad free downland, and can escape thither when this
+shadow is over my soul; and very sweet is the empty downland then,
+under the wind-swept sky.
+
+When I lived in London the horror was well-nigh insupportable. I could
+not get away from men: their voices came through windows; locked doors
+were flimsy safeguards. I would go out into the streets to fight with
+my delusion, and prowling women would mew after me; furtive, craving
+men glance jealously at me; weary, pale workers go coughing by me with
+tired eyes and eager paces, like wounded deer dripping blood; old
+people, bent and dull, pass murmuring to themselves; and, all
+unheeding, a ragged tail of gibing children. Then I would turn aside
+into some chapel,—and even there, such was my disturbance, it seemed
+that the preacher gibbered “Big Thinks,” even as the Ape-man had done;
+or into some library, and there the intent faces over the books seemed
+but patient creatures waiting for prey. Particularly nauseous were the
+blank, expressionless faces of people in trains and omnibuses; they
+seemed no more my fellow-creatures than dead bodies would be, so that I
+did not dare to travel unless I was assured of being alone. And even it
+seemed that I too was not a reasonable creature, but only an animal
+tormented with some strange disorder in its brain which sent it to
+wander alone, like a sheep stricken with gid.
+
+This is a mood, however, that comes to me now, I thank God, more
+rarely. I have withdrawn myself from the confusion of cities and
+multitudes, and spend my days surrounded by wise books,—bright windows
+in this life of ours, lit by the shining souls of men. I see few
+strangers, and have but a small household. My days I devote to reading
+and to experiments in chemistry, and I spend many of the clear nights
+in the study of astronomy. There is—though I do not know how there is
+or why there is—a sense of infinite peace and protection in the
+glittering hosts of heaven. There it must be, I think, in the vast and
+eternal laws of matter, and not in the daily cares and sins and
+troubles of men, that whatever is more than animal within us must find
+its solace and its hope. I \emph{hope}, or I could not live.
+\par
+And so, in hope and solitude, my story ends.
+\par
+\vspace*{1cm}
+EDWARD PRENDICK.
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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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-In the evening I started, and drove out to sea before a gentle wind
-from the southwest, slowly, steadily; and the island grew smaller and
-smaller, and the lank spire of smoke dwindled to a finer and finer line
-against the hot sunset. The ocean rose up around me, hiding that low,
-dark patch from my eyes. The daylight, the trailing glory of the sun,
-went streaming out of the sky, was drawn aside like some luminous
-curtain, and at last I looked into the blue gulf of immensity which the
-sunshine hides, and saw the floating hosts of the stars. The sea was
-silent, the sky was silent. I was alone with the night and silence.
 
-So I drifted for three days, eating and drinking sparingly, and
-meditating upon all that had happened to me,—not desiring very greatly
-then to see men again. One unclean rag was about me, my hair a black
-tangle: no doubt my discoverers thought me a madman.
+\include{chapters/The Man Alone}
 
-It is strange, but I felt no desire to return to mankind. I was only
-glad to be quit of the foulness of the Beast People. And on the third
-day I was picked up by a brig from Apia to San Francisco. Neither the
-captain nor the mate would believe my story, judging that solitude and
-danger had made me mad; and fearing their opinion might be that of
-others, I refrained from telling my adventure further, and professed to
-recall nothing that had happened to me between the loss of the \emph{Lady
-Vain} and the time when I was picked up again,—the space of a year.
-
-I had to act with the utmost circumspection to save myself from the
-suspicion of insanity. My memory of the Law, of the two dead sailors,
-of the ambuscades of the darkness, of the body in the canebrake,
-haunted me; and, unnatural as it seems, with my return to mankind came,
-instead of that confidence and sympathy I had expected, a strange
-enhancement of the uncertainty and dread I had experienced during my
-stay upon the island. No one would believe me; I was almost as queer to
-men as I had been to the Beast People. I may have caught something of
-the natural wildness of my companions. They say that terror is a
-disease, and anyhow I can witness that for several years now a restless
-fear has dwelt in my mind,—such a restless fear as a half-tamed lion
-cub may feel.
-
-My trouble took the strangest form. I could not persuade myself that
-the men and women I met were not also another Beast People, animals
-half wrought into the outward image of human souls, and that they would
-presently begin to revert,—to show first this bestial mark and then
-that. But I have confided my case to a strangely able man,—a man who
-had known Moreau, and seemed half to credit my story; a mental
-specialist,—and he has helped me mightily, though I do not expect that
-the terror of that island will ever altogether leave me. At most times
-it lies far in the back of my mind, a mere distant cloud, a memory, and
-a faint distrust; but there are times when the little cloud spreads
-until it obscures the whole sky. Then I look about me at my fellow-men;
-and I go in fear. I see faces, keen and bright; others dull or
-dangerous; others, unsteady, insincere,—none that have the calm
-authority of a reasonable soul. I feel as though the animal was surging
-up through them; that presently the degradation of the Islanders will
-be played over again on a larger scale. I know this is an illusion;
-that these seeming men and women about me are indeed men and women,—men
-and women for ever, perfectly reasonable creatures, full of human
-desires and tender solicitude, emancipated from instinct and the slaves
-of no fantastic Law,—beings altogether different from the Beast Folk.
-Yet I shrink from them, from their curious glances, their inquiries and
-assistance, and long to be away from them and alone. For that reason I
-live near the broad free downland, and can escape thither when this
-shadow is over my soul; and very sweet is the empty downland then,
-under the wind-swept sky.
-
-When I lived in London the horror was well-nigh insupportable. I could
-not get away from men: their voices came through windows; locked doors
-were flimsy safeguards. I would go out into the streets to fight with
-my delusion, and prowling women would mew after me; furtive, craving
-men glance jealously at me; weary, pale workers go coughing by me with
-tired eyes and eager paces, like wounded deer dripping blood; old
-people, bent and dull, pass murmuring to themselves; and, all
-unheeding, a ragged tail of gibing children. Then I would turn aside
-into some chapel,—and even there, such was my disturbance, it seemed
-that the preacher gibbered “Big Thinks,” even as the Ape-man had done;
-or into some library, and there the intent faces over the books seemed
-but patient creatures waiting for prey. Particularly nauseous were the
-blank, expressionless faces of people in trains and omnibuses; they
-seemed no more my fellow-creatures than dead bodies would be, so that I
-did not dare to travel unless I was assured of being alone. And even it
-seemed that I too was not a reasonable creature, but only an animal
-tormented with some strange disorder in its brain which sent it to
-wander alone, like a sheep stricken with gid.
-
-This is a mood, however, that comes to me now, I thank God, more
-rarely. I have withdrawn myself from the confusion of cities and
-multitudes, and spend my days surrounded by wise books,—bright windows
-in this life of ours, lit by the shining souls of men. I see few
-strangers, and have but a small household. My days I devote to reading
-and to experiments in chemistry, and I spend many of the clear nights
-in the study of astronomy. There is—though I do not know how there is
-or why there is—a sense of infinite peace and protection in the
-glittering hosts of heaven. There it must be, I think, in the vast and
-eternal laws of matter, and not in the daily cares and sins and
-troubles of men, that whatever is more than animal within us must find
-its solace and its hope. I \emph{hope}, or I could not live.
-\par
-And so, in hope and solitude, my story ends.
-\par
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-EDWARD PRENDICK.
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