H. G. Wells


































ON February the First 1887, the Lady Vain was lost by collision

with a derelict when about the latitude 1 degree S. and longitude

107 degrees W.


On January the Fifth, 1888--that is eleven months and four days after--my

uncle, Edward Prendick, a private gentleman, who certainly went

aboard the Lady Vain at Callao, and who had been considered drowned,

was picked up in latitude 5 degrees 3' S. and longitude 101 degrees W.

in a small open boat of which the name was illegible, but which is

supposed to have belonged to the missing schooner Ipecacuanha.

He gave such a strange account of himself that he was supposed demented.

Subsequently he alleged that his mind was a blank from the moment

of his escape from the Lady Vain.  His case was discussed among

psychologists at the time as a curious instance of the lapse

of memory consequent upon physical and mental stress.

The following narrative was found among his papers by the undersigned,

his nephew and heir, but unaccompanied by any definite request

for publication.


The only island known to exist in the region in which my uncle was

picked up is Noble's Isle, a small volcanic islet and uninhabited.

It was visited in 1891 by H. M. S. Scorpion.  A party of sailors

then landed, but found nothing living thereon except certain curious

white moths, some hogs and rabbits, and some rather peculiar rats.

So that this narrative is without confirmation in its most

essential particular.  With that understood, there seems no harm

in putting this strange story before the public in accordance,

as I believe, with my uncle's intentions.  There is at least this

much in its behalf:  my uncle passed out of human knowledge about

latitude 5 degrees S. and longitude 105 degrees E., and reappeared

in the same part of the ocean after a space of eleven months.

In some way he must have lived during the interval.  And it seems that

a schooner called the Ipecacuanha with a drunken captain, John Davies,

did start from Africa with a puma and certain other animals aboard

in January, 1887, that the vessel was well known at several ports

in the South Pacific, and that it finally disappeared from those seas

(with a considerable amount of copra aboard), sailing to its unknown

fate from Bayna in December, 1887, a date that tallies entirely with my

uncle's story.




(The Story written by Edward Prendick.)








I DO not propose to add anything to what has already been written

concerning the loss of the "Lady Vain."  As everyone knows,

she collided with a derelict when ten days out from Callao.

The longboat, with seven of the crew, was picked up eighteen days after

by H. M. gunboat "Myrtle," and the story of their terrible privations

has become quite as well known as the far more horrible "Medusa" case.

But I have to add to the published story of the "Lady Vain"

another, possibly as horrible and far stranger.  It has hitherto

been supposed that the four men who were in the dingey perished,

but this is incorrect.  I have the best of evidence for this assertion:

I was one of the four men.


But in the first place I must state that there never were four men

in the dingey,--the number was three.  Constans, who was "seen

by the captain to jump into the gig,"{1} luckily for us and unluckily

for himself did not reach us.  He came down out of the tangle

of ropes under the stays of the smashed bowsprit, some small rope

caught his heel as he let go, and he hung for a moment head downward,

and then fell and struck a block or spar floating in the water.

We pulled towards him, but he never came up.


{1} Daily News, March 17, 1887.


I say lucky for us he did not reach us, and I might almost

say luckily for himself; for we had only a small breaker

of water and some soddened ship's biscuits with us, so sudden

had been the alarm, so unprepared the ship for any disaster.

We thought the people on the launch would be better provisioned

(though it seems they were not), and we tried to hail them.  They could

not have heard us, and the next morning when the drizzle cleared,--which

was not until past midday,--we could see nothing of them.  We could

not stand up to look about us, because of the pitching of the boat.

The two other men who had escaped so far with me were a man named Helmar,

a passenger like myself, and a seaman whose name I don't know,--a short

sturdy man, with a stammer.


We drifted famishing, and, after our water had come to an end,

tormented by an intolerable thirst, for eight days altogether.

After the second day the sea subsided slowly to a glassy calm.  It is

quite impossible for the ordinary reader to imagine those eight days.

He has not, luckily for himself, anything in his memory to imagine with.

After the first day we said little to one another, and lay

in our places in the boat and stared at the horizon, or watched,

with eyes that grew larger and more haggard every day, the misery

and weakness gaining upon our companions.  The sun became pitiless.

The water ended on the fourth day, and we were already thinking

strange things and saying them with our eyes; but it was, I think,

the sixth before Helmar gave voice to the thing we had all been thinking.

I remember our voices were dry and thin, so that we bent towards

one another and spared our words.  I stood out against it with all

my might, was rather for scuttling the boat and perishing together

among the sharks that followed us; but when Helmar said that if his

proposal was accepted we should have drink, the sailor came round

to him.


I would not draw lots however, and in the night the sailor whispered

to Helmar again and again, and I sat in the bows with my clasp-knife

in my hand, though I doubt if I had the stuff in me to fight;

and in the morning I agreed to Helmar's proposal, and we handed

halfpence to find the odd man.  The lot fell upon the sailor;

but he was the strongest of us and would not abide by it, and attacked

Helmar with his hands.  They grappled together and almost stood up.

I crawled along the boat to them, intending to help Helmar by grasping

the sailor's leg; but the sailor stumbled with the swaying of the boat,

and the two fell upon the gunwale and rolled overboard together.

They sank like stones.  I remember laughing at that, and wondering

why I laughed.  The laugh caught me suddenly like a thing

from without.


I lay across one of the thwarts for I know not how long,

thinking that if I had the strength I would drink sea-water

and madden myself to die quickly.  And even as I lay there I saw,

with no more interest than if it had been a picture, a sail come

up towards me over the sky-line. My mind must have been wandering,

and yet I remember all that happened, quite distinctly.

I remember how my head swayed with the seas, and the horizon

with the sail above it danced up and down; but I also remember

as distinctly that I had a persuasion that I was dead, and that I

thought what a jest it was that they should come too late by such

a little to catch me in my body.


For an endless period, as it seemed to me, I lay with my head

on the thwart watching the schooner (she was a little ship,

schooner-rigged fore and aft) come up out of the sea.

She kept tacking to and fro in a widening compass, for she was

sailing dead into the wind.  It never entered my head to attempt

to attract attention, and I do not remember anything distinctly after

the sight of her side until I found myself in a little cabin aft.

There's a dim half-memory of being lifted up to the gangway, and of

a big round countenance covered with freckles and surrounded with red

hair staring at me over the bulwarks.  I also had a disconnected

impression of a dark face, with extraordinary eyes, close to mine;

but that I thought was a nightmare, until I met it again.

I fancy I recollect some stuff being poured in between my teeth;

and that is all.








THE cabin in which I found myself was small and rather untidy.

A youngish man with flaxen hair, a bristly straw-coloured moustache,

and a dropping nether lip, was sitting and holding my wrist.

For a minute we stared at each other without speaking.

He had watery grey eyes, oddly void of expression.

Then just overhead came a sound like an iron bedstead being

knocked about, and the low angry growling of some large animal.

At the same time the man spoke.  He repeated his question,--"How do you

feel now?"


I think I said I felt all right.  I could not recollect how I

had got there.  He must have seen the question in my face,

for my voice was inaccessible to me.


"You were picked up in a boat, starving.  The name on the boat

was the 'Lady Vain,' and there were spots of blood on the gunwale."


At the same time my eye caught my hand, so thin that it looked

like a dirty skin-purse full of loose bones, and all the business

of the boat came back to me.


"Have some of this," said he, and gave me a dose of some

scarlet stuff, iced.


It tasted like blood, and made me feel stronger.


"You were in luck," said he, "to get picked up by a ship with a

medical man aboard."  He spoke with a slobbering articulation,

with the ghost of a lisp.


"What ship is this?"  I said slowly, hoarse from my long silence.


"It's a little trader from Arica and Callao.  I never asked

where she came from in the beginning,--out of the land

of born fools, I guess.  I'm a passenger myself, from Arica.

The silly ass who owns her,--he's captain too, named Davies,--he's

lost his certificate, or something.  You know the kind of man,--calls

the thing the 'Ipecacuanha,' of all silly, infernal names;

though when there's much of a sea without any wind, she certainly

acts according."


(Then the noise overhead began again, a snarling growl

and the voice of a human being together.  Then another voice,

telling some "Heaven-forsaken idiot" to desist.)


"You were nearly dead," said my interlocutor.  "It was a very

near thing, indeed.  But I've put some stuff into you now.

Notice your arm's sore?  Injections.  You've been insensible for nearly

thirty hours."


I thought slowly.  (I was distracted now by the yelping of a number

of dogs.) "Am I eligible for solid food?" I asked.


"Thanks to me," he said.  "Even now the mutton is boiling."


"Yes," I said with assurance; "I could eat some mutton."


"But," said he with a momentary hesitation, "you know I'm dying to hear

of how you came to be alone in that boat.  Damn that howling!"

I thought I detected a certain suspicion in his eyes.


He suddenly left the cabin, and I heard him in violent controversy

with some one, who seemed to me to talk gibberish in response to him.

The matter sounded as though it ended in blows, but in that I thought

my ears were mistaken.  Then he shouted at the dogs, and returned to

the cabin.


"Well?" said he in the doorway.  "You were just beginning to tell me."


I told him my name, Edward Prendick, and how I had taken to Natural

History as a relief from the dulness of my comfortable independence.


He seemed interested in this.  "I've done some science myself.  I did

my Biology at University College,--getting out the ovary of the earthworm

and the radula of the snail, and all that.  Lord!  It's ten years ago.

But go on! go on! tell me about the boat."


He was evidently satisfied with the frankness of my story,

which I told in concise sentences enough, for I felt horribly weak;

and when it was finished he reverted at once to the topic

of Natural History and his own biological studies.  He began to

question me closely about Tottenham Court Road and Gower Street.

"Is Caplatzi still flourishing?  What a shop that was!"

He had evidently been a very ordinary medical student, and drifted

incontinently to the topic of the music halls.  He told me

some anecdotes.


"Left it all," he said, "ten years ago.  How jolly it all used to be!

But I made a young ass of myself,--played myself out before I was

twenty-one. I daresay it's all different now.  But I must look up

that ass of a cook, and see what he's done to your mutton."


The growling overhead was renewed, so suddenly and with so much savage

anger that it startled me.  "What's that?"  I called after him,

but the door had closed.  He came back again with the boiled mutton,

and I was so excited by the appetising smell of it that I forgot

the noise of the beast that had troubled me.


After a day of alternate sleep and feeding I was so far recovered

as to be able to get from my bunk to the scuttle, and see the green

seas trying to keep pace with us.  I judged the schooner was running

before the wind.  Montgomery--that was the name of the flaxen-haired

man--came in again as I stood there, and I asked him for some clothes.

He lent me some duck things of his own, for those I had worn in the boat

had been thrown overboard.  They were rather loose for me, for he was

large and long in his limbs.  He told me casually that the captain

was three-parts drunk in his own cabin.  As I assumed the clothes,

I began asking him some questions about the destination of the ship.

He said the ship was bound to Hawaii, but that it had to land

him first.


"Where?" said I.


"It's an island, where I live.  So far as I know, it hasn't got

a name."


He stared at me with his nether lip dropping, and looked so wilfully

stupid of a sudden that it came into my head that he desired

to avoid my questions.  I had the discretion to ask no more.








WE left the cabin and found a man at the companion obstructing

our way.  He was standing on the ladder with his back to us,

peering over the combing of the hatchway.  He was, I could see,

a misshapen man, short, broad, and clumsy, with a crooked back,

a hairy neck, and a head sunk between his shoulders.  He was dressed

in dark-blue serge, and had peculiarly thick, coarse, black hair.

I heard the unseen dogs growl furiously, and forthwith he ducked

back,--coming into contact with the hand I put out to fend him off

from myself.  He turned with animal swiftness.


In some indefinable way the black face thus flashed upon me

shocked me profoundly.  It was a singularly deformed one.

The facial part projected, forming something dimly suggestive

of a muzzle, and the huge half-open mouth showed as big white teeth

as I had ever seen in a human mouth.  His eyes were blood-shot

at the edges, with scarcely a rim of white round the hazel pupils.

There was a curious glow of excitement in his face.


"Confound you!" said Montgomery.  "Why the devil don't you get

out of the way?"


The black-faced man started aside without a word.

I went on up the companion, staring at him instinctively

as I did so.  Montgomery stayed at the foot for a moment.

"You have no business here, you know," he said in a deliberate tone.

"Your place is forward."


The black-faced man cowered.  "They--won't have me forward."

He spoke slowly, with a queer, hoarse quality in his voice.


"Won't have you forward!" said Montgomery, in a menacing voice.

"But I tell you to go!"  He was on the brink of saying something further,

then looked up at me suddenly and followed me up the ladder.


I had paused half way through the hatchway, looking back, still astonished

beyond measure at the grotesque ugliness of this black-faced creature.

I had never beheld such a repulsive and extraordinary face before,

and yet--if the contradiction is credible--I experienced at

the same time an odd feeling that in some way I _had_ already

encountered exactly the features and gestures that now amazed me.

Afterwards it occurred to me that probably I had seen him as I

was lifted aboard; and yet that scarcely satisfied my suspicion

of a previous acquaintance.  Yet how one could have set eyes on

so singular a face and yet have forgotten the precise occasion,

passed my imagination.


Montgomery's movement to follow me released my attention, and I

turned and looked about me at the flush deck of the little schooner.

I was already half prepared by the sounds I had heard for what I saw.

Certainly I never beheld a deck so dirty.  It was littered with

scraps of carrot, shreds of green stuff, and indescribable filth.

Fastened by chains to the mainmast were a number of grisly staghounds,

who now began leaping and barking at me, and by the mizzen a huge puma was

cramped in a little iron cage far too small even to give it turning room.

Farther under the starboard bulwark were some big hutches containing

a number of rabbits, and a solitary llama was squeezed in a mere

box of a cage forward.  The dogs were muzzled by leather straps.

The only human being on deck was a gaunt and silent sailor at

the wheel.


The patched and dirty spankers were tense before the wind,

and up aloft the little ship seemed carrying every sail she had.

The sky was clear, the sun midway down the western sky;

long waves, capped by the breeze with froth, were running with us.

We went past the steersman to the taffrail, and saw the water come

foaming under the stern and the bubbles go dancing and vanishing

in her wake.  I turned and surveyed the unsavoury length of

the ship.


"Is this an ocean menagerie?" said I.


"Looks like it," said Montgomery.


"What are these beasts for?  Merchandise, curios?  Does the captain

think he is going to sell them somewhere in the South Seas?"


"It looks like it, doesn't it?" said Montgomery, and turned towards

the wake again.


Suddenly we heard a yelp and a volley of furious blasphemy

from the companion hatchway, and the deformed man with the black

face came up hurriedly.  He was immediately followed by a heavy

red-haired man in a white cap.  At the sight of the former

the staghounds, who had all tired of barking at me by this time,

became furiously excited, howling and leaping against their chains.

The black hesitated before them, and this gave the red-haired man

time to come up with him and deliver a tremendous blow between

the shoulder-blades. The poor devil went down like a felled ox,

and rolled in the dirt among the furiously excited dogs.

It was lucky for him that they were muzzled.  The red-haired man gave

a yawp of exultation and stood staggering, and as it seemed to me

in serious danger of either going backwards down the companion hatchway

or forwards upon his victim.


So soon as the second man had appeared, Montgomery had started forward.

"Steady on there!" he cried, in a tone of remonstrance.

A couple of sailors appeared on the forecastle.  The black-faced man,

howling in a singular voice rolled about under the feet of the dogs.

No one attempted to help him.  The brutes did their best to worry him,

butting their muzzles at him.  There was a quick dance of their

lithe grey-figured bodies over the clumsy, prostrate figure.

The sailors forward shouted, as though it was admirable sport.

Montgomery gave an angry exclamation, and went striding down

the deck, and I followed him.  The black-faced man scrambled

up and staggered forward, going and leaning over the bulwark

by the main shrouds, where he remained, panting and glaring

over his shoulder at the dogs.  The red-haired man laughed a

satisfied laugh.


"Look here, Captain," said Montgomery, with his lisp a little accentuated,

gripping the elbows of the red-haired man, "this won't do!"


I stood behind Montgomery.  The captain came half round,

and regarded him with the dull and solemn eyes of a drunken man.

"Wha' won't do?" he said, and added, after looking sleepily into

Montgomery's face for a minute, "Blasted Sawbones!"


With a sudden movement he shook his arms free, and after two

ineffectual attempts stuck his freckled fists into his side pockets.


"That man's a passenger," said Montgomery.  "I'd advise you to keep

your hands off him."


"Go to hell!" said the captain, loudly.  He suddenly turned

and staggered towards the side.  "Do what I like on my own ship,"

he said.


I think Montgomery might have left him then, seeing the brute was drunk;

but he only turned a shade paler, and followed the captain

to the bulwarks.


"Look you here, Captain," he said; "that man of mine is not to be

ill-treated. He has been hazed ever since he came aboard."


For a minute, alcoholic fumes kept the captain speechless.

"Blasted Sawbones!" was all he considered necessary.


I could see that Montgomery had one of those slow, pertinacious tempers

that will warm day after day to a white heat, and never again

cool to forgiveness; and I saw too that this quarrel had been

some time growing.  "The man's drunk," said I, perhaps officiously;

"you'll do no good."


Montgomery gave an ugly twist to his dropping lip.  "He's always drunk.

Do you think that excuses his assaulting his passengers?"


"My ship," began the captain, waving his hand unsteadily

towards the cages, "was a clean ship.  Look at it now!"

It was certainly anything but clean.  "Crew," continued the captain,

"clean, respectable crew."


"You agreed to take the beasts."


"I wish I'd never set eyes on your infernal island.  What the

devil--want beasts for on an island like that?  Then, that man of

yours--understood he was a man.  He's a lunatic; and he hadn't no

business aft.  Do you think the whole damned ship belongs to you?"


"Your sailors began to haze the poor devil as soon as he came aboard."


"That's just what he is--he's a devil! an ugly devil!  My men

can't stand him.  _I_ can't stand him.  None of us can't stand him.

Nor _you_ either!"


Montgomery turned away.  "_You_ leave that man alone, anyhow," he said,

nodding his head as he spoke.


But the captain meant to quarrel now.  He raised his voice.  "If he comes

this end of the ship again I'll cut his insides out, I tell you.

Cut out his blasted insides!  Who are you, to tell me what I'm to do?

I tell you I'm captain of this ship,--captain and owner.

I'm the law here, I tell you,--the law and the prophets.

I bargained to take a man and his attendant to and from Arica,

and bring back some animals.  I never bargained to carry a mad devil

and a silly Sawbones, a--"


Well, never mind what he called Montgomery.  I saw the latter take

a step forward, and interposed.  "He's drunk," said I. The captain

began some abuse even fouler than the last.  "Shut up!" I said,

turning on him sharply, for I had seen danger in Montgomery's white face.

With that I brought the downpour on myself.


However, I was glad to avert what was uncommonly near a scuffle,

even at the price of the captain's drunken ill-will. I do not think

I have ever heard quite so much vile language come in a continuous

stream from any man's lips before, though I have frequented eccentric

company enough.  I found some of it hard to endure, though I am

a mild-tempered man; but, certainly, when I told the captain to

"shut up" I had forgotten that I was merely a bit of human flotsam,

cut off from my resources and with my fare unpaid; a mere casual

dependant on the bounty, or speculative enterprise, of the ship.

He reminded me of it with considerable vigour; but at any rate I prevented

a fight.








THAT night land was sighted after sundown, and the schooner

hove to.  Montgomery intimated that was his destination.

It was too far to see any details; it seemed to me then simply

a low-lying patch of dim blue in the uncertain blue-grey sea.

An almost vertical streak of smoke went up from it into the sky.

The captain was not on deck when it was sighted.  After he had vented

his wrath on me he had staggered below, and I understand he went to sleep

on the floor of his own cabin.  The mate practically assumed the command.

He was the gaunt, taciturn individual we had seen at the wheel.

Apparently he was in an evil temper with Montgomery.  He took

not the slightest notice of either of us.  We dined with him in a

sulky silence, after a few ineffectual efforts on my part to talk.

It struck me too that the men regarded my companion and his animals

in a singularly unfriendly manner.  I found Montgomery very reticent

about his purpose with these creatures, and about his destination;

and though I was sensible of a growing curiosity as to both, I did not

press him.


We remained talking on the quarter deck until the sky was thick

with stars.  Except for an occasional sound in the yellow-lit forecastle

and a movement of the animals now and then, the night was very still.

The puma lay crouched together, watching us with shining eyes, a black

heap in the corner of its cage.  Montgomery produced some cigars.

He talked to me of London in a tone of half-painful reminiscence,

asking all kinds of questions about changes that had taken place.

He spoke like a man who had loved his life there, and had been

suddenly and irrevocably cut off from it.  I gossiped as well as I

could of this and that.  All the time the strangeness of him was

shaping itself in my mind; and as I talked I peered at his odd,

pallid face in the dim light of the binnacle lantern behind me.  Then I

looked out at the darkling sea, where in the dimness his little island

was hidden.


This man, it seemed to me, had come out of Immensity merely to save

my life.  To-morrow he would drop over the side, and vanish again out

of my existence.  Even had it been under commonplace circumstances,

it would have made me a trifle thoughtful; but in the first place was

the singularity of an educated man living on this unknown little island,

and coupled with that the extraordinary nature of his luggage.

I found myself repeating the captain's question, What did he want

with the beasts?  Why, too, had he pretended they were not his when I

had remarked about them at first?  Then, again, in his personal attendant

there was a bizarre quality which had impressed me profoundly.

These circumstances threw a haze of mystery round the man.  They laid

hold of my imagination, and hampered my tongue.


Towards midnight our talk of London died away, and we stood

side by side leaning over the bulwarks and staring dreamily

over the silent, starlit sea, each pursuing his own thoughts.

It was the atmosphere for sentiment, and I began upon my gratitude.


"If I may say it," said I, after a time, "you have saved my life."


"Chance," he answered.  "Just chance."


"I prefer to make my thanks to the accessible agent."


"Thank no one.  You had the need, and I had the knowledge;

and I injected and fed you much as I might have collected a specimen.

I was bored and wanted something to do.  If I'd been jaded that day,

or hadn't liked your face, well--it's a curious question where you would

have been now!"


This damped my mood a little.  "At any rate," I began.


"It's a chance, I tell you," he interrupted, "as everything is in

a man's life.  Only the asses won't see it!  Why am I here now,

an outcast from civilisation, instead of being a happy man enjoying

all the pleasures of London?  Simply because eleven years ago--I

lost my head for ten minutes on a foggy night."


He stopped.  "Yes?" said I.


"That's all."


We relapsed into silence.  Presently he laughed.

"There's something in this starlight that loosens one's tongue.

I'm an ass, and yet somehow I would like to tell you."


"Whatever you tell me, you may rely upon my keeping to myself--if

that's it."


He was on the point of beginning, and then shook his head, doubtfully.


"Don't," said I.  "It is all the same to me.  After all, it is better

to keep your secret.  There's nothing gained but a little relief

if I respect your confidence.  If I don't--well?"


He grunted undecidedly.  I felt I had him at a disadvantage, had caught

him in the mood of indiscretion; and to tell the truth I was not curious

to learn what might have driven a young medical student out of London.

I have an imagination.  I shrugged my shoulders and turned away.

Over the taffrail leant a silent black figure, watching the stars.

It was Montgomery's strange attendant.  It looked over its shoulder

quickly with my movement, then looked away again.


It may seem a little thing to you, perhaps, but it came like a sudden

blow to me.  The only light near us was a lantern at the wheel.

The creature's face was turned for one brief instant out of the dimness

of the stern towards this illumination, and I saw that the eyes

that glanced at me shone with a pale-green light.  I did not know then

that a reddish luminosity, at least, is not uncommon in human eyes.

The thing came to me as stark inhumanity.  That black figure with its

eyes of fire struck down through all my adult thoughts and feelings,

and for a moment the forgotten horrors of childhood came back to my mind.

Then the effect passed as it had come.  An uncouth black figure

of a man, a figure of no particular import, hung over the taffrail

against the starlight, and I found Montgomery was speaking

to me.


"I'm thinking of turning in, then," said he, "if you've had enough

of this."


I answered him incongruously.  We went below, and he wished me

good-night at the door of my cabin.


That night I had some very unpleasant dreams.  The waning

moon rose late.  Its light struck a ghostly white beam across

my cabin, and made an ominous shape on the planking by my bunk.

Then the staghounds woke, and began howling and baying;

so that I dreamt fitfully, and scarcely slept until the approach

of dawn.








IN the early morning (it was the second morning after my recovery,

and I believe the fourth after I was picked up), I awoke through an avenue

of tumultuous dreams,--dreams of guns and howling mobs,--and became

sensible of a hoarse shouting above me.  I rubbed my eyes and lay

listening to the noise, doubtful for a little while of my whereabouts.

Then came a sudden pattering of bare feet, the sound of heavy objects

being thrown about, a violent creaking and the rattling of chains.

I heard the swish of the water as the ship was suddenly brought round,

and a foamy yellow-green wave flew across the little round

window and left it streaming.  I jumped into my clothes and went

on deck.


As I came up the ladder I saw against the flushed sky--for the sun

was just rising--the broad back and red hair of the captain,

and over his shoulder the puma spinning from a tackle rigged on

to the mizzen spanker-boom.


The poor brute seemed horribly scared, and crouched in the bottom

of its little cage.


"Overboard with 'em!" bawled the captain.  "Overboard with 'em!

We'll have a clean ship soon of the whole bilin' of 'em."


He stood in my way, so that I had perforce to tap his shoulder

to come on deck.  He came round with a start, and staggered back

a few paces to stare at me.  It needed no expert eye to tell

that the man was still drunk.


"Hullo!" said he, stupidly; and then with a light coming into his eyes,

"Why, it's Mister--Mister?"


"Prendick," said I.


"Prendick be damned!" said he.  "Shut-up,--that's your name.

Mister Shut-up."


It was no good answering the brute; but I certainly did not expect

his next move.  He held out his hand to the gangway by which Montgomery

stood talking to a massive grey-haired man in dirty-blue flannels,

who had apparently just come aboard.


"That way, Mister Blasted Shut-up! that way!" roared the captain.


Montgomery and his companion turned as he spoke.


"What do you mean?"  I said.


"That way, Mister Blasted Shut-up,--that's what I mean!

Overboard, Mister Shut-up,--and sharp!  We're cleaning the ship

out,--cleaning the whole blessed ship out; and overboard you go!"


I stared at him dumfounded.  Then it occurred to me that it was

exactly the thing I wanted.  The lost prospect of a journey as sole

passenger with this quarrelsome sot was not one to mourn over.

I turned towards Montgomery.


"Can't have you," said Montgomery's companion, concisely.


"You can't have me!" said I, aghast.  He had the squarest and most

resolute face I ever set eyes upon.


"Look here," I began, turning to the captain.


"Overboard!" said the captain.  "This ship aint for beasts

and cannibals and worse than beasts, any more.  Overboard you go,

Mister Shut-up. If they can't have you, you goes overboard.

But, anyhow, you go--with your friends.  I've done with this blessed

island for evermore, amen!  I've had enough of it."


"But, Montgomery," I appealed.


He distorted his lower lip, and nodded his head hopelessly at

the grey-haired man beside him, to indicate his powerlessness to help me.


"I'll see to _you_, presently," said the captain.


Then began a curious three-cornered altercation.

Alternately I appealed to one and another of the three men,--first

to the grey-haired man to let me land, and then to the drunken

captain to keep me aboard.  I even bawled entreaties to the sailors.

Montgomery said never a word, only shook his head.

"You're going overboard, I tell you," was the captain's refrain.

"Law be damned!  I'm king here."  At last I must confess

my voice suddenly broke in the middle of a vigorous threat.

I felt a gust of hysterical petulance, and went aft and stared dismally

at nothing.


Meanwhile the sailors progressed rapidly with the task of

unshipping the packages and caged animals.  A large launch,

with two standing lugs, lay under the lea of the schooner;

and into this the strange assortment of goods were swung.

I did not then see the hands from the island that were receiving

the packages, for the hull of the launch was hidden from me

by the side of the schooner.  Neither Montgomery nor his companion

took the slightest notice of me, but busied themselves in assisting

and directing the four or five sailors who were unloading the goods.

The captain went forward interfering rather than assisting.

I was alternately despairful and desperate.  Once or twice

as I stood waiting there for things to accomplish themselves,

I could not resist an impulse to laugh at my miserable quandary.

I felt all the wretcheder for the lack of a breakfast.

Hunger and a lack of blood-corpuscles take all the manhood from a man.

I perceived pretty clearly that I had not the stamina

either to resist what the captain chose to do to expel me,

or to force myself upon Montgomery and his companion.

So I waited passively upon fate; and the work of transferring

Montgomery's possessions to the launch went on as if I did

not exist.


Presently that work was finished, and then came a struggle.

I was hauled, resisting weakly enough, to the gangway.

Even then I noticed the oddness of the brown faces of the men who were

with Montgomery in the launch; but the launch was now fully laden,

and was shoved off hastily.  A broadening gap of green water

appeared under me, and I pushed back with all my strength to avoid

falling headlong.  The hands in the launch shouted derisively,

and I heard Montgomery curse at them; and then the captain,

the mate, and one of the seamen helping him, ran me aft towards

the stern.


The dingey of the "Lady Vain" had been towing behind; it was

half full of water, had no oars, and was quite unvictualled.

I refused to go aboard her, and flung myself full length on the deck.

In the end, they swung me into her by a rope (for they had no

stern ladder), and then they cut me adrift.  I drifted slowly

from the schooner.  In a kind of stupor I watched all hands take

to the rigging, and slowly but surely she came round to the wind;

the sails fluttered, and then bellied out as the wind came into them.

I stared at her weather-beaten side heeling steeply towards me;

and then she passed out of my range of view.


I did not turn my head to follow her.  At first I could scarcely

believe what had happened.  I crouched in the bottom of the dingey,

stunned, and staring blankly at the vacant, oily sea.  Then I realised

that I was in that little hell of mine again, now half swamped;

and looking back over the gunwale, I saw the schooner standing away

from me, with the red-haired captain mocking at me over the taffrail,

and turning towards the island saw the launch growing smaller as she

approached the beach.


Abruptly the cruelty of this desertion became clear to me.

I had no means of reaching the land unless I should chance to drift there.

I was still weak, you must remember, from my exposure in the boat;

I was empty and very faint, or I should have had more heart.

But as it was I suddenly began to sob and weep, as I had never done

since I was a little child.  The tears ran down my face.  In a passion

of despair I struck with my fists at the water in the bottom of the boat,

and kicked savagely at the gunwale.  I prayed aloud for God to let

me die.








BUT the islanders, seeing that I was really adrift, took pity on me.

I drifted very slowly to the eastward, approaching the island slantingly;

and presently I saw, with hysterical relief, the launch come round and

return towards me.  She was heavily laden, and I could make out as she

drew nearer Montgomery's white-haired, broad-shouldered companion sitting

cramped up with the dogs and several packing-cases in the stern sheets.

This individual stared fixedly at me without moving or speaking.

The black-faced cripple was glaring at me as fixedly in the bows

near the puma.  There were three other men besides,--three strange

brutish-looking fellows, at whom the staghounds were snarling savagely.

Montgomery, who was steering, brought the boat by me, and rising,

caught and fastened my painter to the tiller to tow me, for there was no

room aboard.


I had recovered from my hysterical phase by this time

and answered his hail, as he approached, bravely enough.

I told him the dingey was nearly swamped, and he reached me a piggin.

I was jerked back as the rope tightened between the boats.

For some time I was busy baling.


It was not until I had got the water under (for the water

in the dingey had been shipped; the boat was perfectly sound)

that I had leisure to look at the people in the launch again.


The white-haired man I found was still regarding me steadfastly,

but with an expression, as I now fancied, of some perplexity.

When my eyes met his, he looked down at the staghound that sat

between his knees.  He was a powerfully-built man, as I have said,

with a fine forehead and rather heavy features; but his eyes

had that odd drooping of the skin above the lids which often

comes with advancing years, and the fall of his heavy mouth

at the corners gave him an expression of pugnacious resolution.

He talked to Montgomery in a tone too low for me to hear.


From him my eyes travelled to his three men; and a strange crew they were.

I saw only their faces, yet there was something in their

faces--I knew not what--that gave me a queer spasm of disgust.

I looked steadily at them, and the impression did not pass,

though I failed to see what had occasioned it.  They seemed

to me then to be brown men; but their limbs were oddly swathed

in some thin, dirty, white stuff down even to the fingers and feet:

I have never seen men so wrapped up before, and women so only in the East.

They wore turbans too, and thereunder peered out their elfin

faces at me,--faces with protruding lower-jaws and bright eyes.

They had lank black hair, almost like horsehair, and seemed

as they sat to exceed in stature any race of men I have seen.

The white-haired man, who I knew was a good six feet in height,

sat a head below any one of the three.  I found afterwards that really

none were taller than myself; but their bodies were abnormally long,

and the thigh-part of the leg short and curiously twisted.

At any rate, they were an amazingly ugly gang, and over the heads

of them under the forward lug peered the black face of the man whose

eyes were luminous in the dark.  As I stared at them, they met my gaze;

and then first one and then another turned away from my direct stare,

and looked at me in an odd, furtive manner.  It occurred to me that I

was perhaps annoying them, and I turned my attention to the island

we were approaching.


It was low, and covered with thick vegetation,--chiefly a kind of palm,

that was new to me.  From one point a thin white thread of vapour rose

slantingly to an immense height, and then frayed out like a down feather.

We were now within the embrace of a broad bay flanked on either

hand by a low promontory.  The beach was of dull-grey sand,

and sloped steeply up to a ridge, perhaps sixty or seventy feet above

the sea-level, and irregularly set with trees and undergrowth.

Half way up was a square enclosure of some greyish stone, which I found

subsequently was built partly of coral and partly of pumiceous lava.

Two thatched roofs peeped from within this enclosure.

A man stood awaiting us at the water's edge.  I fancied while we

were still far off that I saw some other and very grotesque-looking

creatures scuttle into the bushes upon the slope; but I saw nothing

of these as we drew nearer.  This man was of a moderate size,

and with a black negroid face.  He had a large, almost lipless,

mouth, extraordinary lank arms, long thin feet, and bow-legs,

and stood with his heavy face thrust forward staring at us.

He was dressed like Montgomery and his white-haired companion,

in jacket and trousers of blue serge.  As we came still nearer,

this individual began to run to and fro on the beach, making the most

grotesque movements.


At a word of command from Montgomery, the four men in the launch

sprang up, and with singularly awkward gestures struck the lugs.

Montgomery steered us round and into a narrow little dock excavated

in the beach.  Then the man on the beach hastened towards us.

This dock, as I call it, was really a mere ditch just long

enough at this phase of the tide to take the longboat.

I heard the bows ground in the sand, staved the dingey off the rudder

of the big boat with my piggin, and freeing the painter, landed.

The three muffled men, with the clumsiest movements, scrambled out

upon the sand, and forthwith set to landing the cargo, assisted by

the man on the beach.  I was struck especially by the curious

movements of the legs of the three swathed and bandaged boatmen,--not

stiff they were, but distorted in some odd way, almost as if they

were jointed in the wrong place.  The dogs were still snarling,

and strained at their chains after these men, as the white-haired

man landed with them.  The three big fellows spoke to one another

in odd guttural tones, and the man who had waited for us on

the beach began chattering to them excitedly--a foreign language,

as I fancied--as they laid hands on some bales piled near the stern.

Somewhere I had heard such a voice before, and I could not think where.

The white-haired man stood, holding in a tumult of six dogs, and bawling

orders over their din.  Montgomery, having unshipped the rudder,

landed likewise, and all set to work at unloading.  I was too faint,

what with my long fast and the sun beating down on my bare head, to offer

any assistance.


Presently the white-haired man seemed to recollect my presence,

and came up to me.


"You look," said he, "as though you had scarcely breakfasted."

His little eyes were a brilliant black under his heavy brows.

"I must apologise for that.  Now you are our guest, we must

make you comfortable,--though you are uninvited, you know."

He looked keenly into my face.  "Montgomery says you are an educated man,

Mr. Prendick; says you know something of science.  May I ask what

that signifies?"


I told him I had spent some years at the Royal College of Science,

and had done some researches in biology under Huxley.  He raised

his eyebrows slightly at that.


"That alters the case a little, Mr. Prendick," he said,

with a trifle more respect in his manner.  "As it happens,

we are biologists here.  This is a biological station--of a sort."

His eye rested on the men in white who were busily hauling the puma,

on rollers, towards the walled yard.  "I and Montgomery, at least,"

he added.  Then, "When you will be able to get away, I can't say.

We're off the track to anywhere.  We see a ship once in a twelve-month

or so."


He left me abruptly, and went up the beach past this group, and I

think entered the enclosure.  The other two men were with Montgomery,

erecting a pile of smaller packages on a low-wheeled truck.

The llama was still on the launch with the rabbit hutches;

the staghounds were still lashed to the thwarts.

The pile of things completed, all three men laid hold of the truck

and began shoving the ton-weight or so upon it after the puma.

Presently Montgomery left them, and coming back to me held out

his hand.


"I'm glad," said he, "for my own part.  That captain was a silly ass.

He'd have made things lively for you."


"It was you," said I, "that saved me again".


"That depends.  You'll find this island an infernally rum place,

I promise you.  I'd watch my goings carefully, if I were you.

_He_--" He hesitated, and seemed to alter his mind about what

was on his lips.  "I wish you'd help me with these rabbits,"

he said.


His procedure with the rabbits was singular.  I waded

in with him, and helped him lug one of the hutches ashore.

No sooner was that done than he opened the door of it, and tilting

the thing on one end turned its living contents out on the ground.

They fell in a struggling heap one on the top of the other.

He clapped his hands, and forthwith they went off with that hopping

run of theirs, fifteen or twenty of them I should think, up

the beach.


"Increase and multiply, my friends," said Montgomery.

"Replenish the island.  Hitherto we've had a certain lack of meat here."


As I watched them disappearing, the white-haired man returned with a

brandy-flask and some biscuits.  "Something to go on with, Prendick,"

said he, in a far more familiar tone than before.  I made no ado,

but set to work on the biscuits at once, while the white-haired man

helped Montgomery to release about a score more of the rabbits.

Three big hutches, however, went up to the house with the puma.

The brandy I did not touch, for I have been an abstainer from

my birth.








THE reader will perhaps understand that at first everything was so strange

about me, and my position was the outcome of such unexpected adventures,

that I had no discernment of the relative strangeness of this

or that thing.  I followed the llama up the beach, and was overtaken

by Montgomery, who asked me not to enter the stone enclosure.

I noticed then that the puma in its cage and the pile of packages

had been placed outside the entrance to this quadrangle.


I turned and saw that the launch had now been unloaded, run out again,

and was being beached, and the white-haired man was walking towards us.

He addressed Montgomery.


"And now comes the problem of this uninvited guest.  What are we

to do with him?"


"He knows something of science," said Montgomery.


"I'm itching to get to work again--with this new stuff,"

said the white-haired man, nodding towards the enclosure.

His eyes grew brighter.


"I daresay you are," said Montgomery, in anything but a cordial tone.


"We can't send him over there, and we can't spare the time to build

him a new shanty; and we certainly can't take him into our confidence

just yet."


"I'm in your hands," said I. I had no idea of what he meant

by "over there."


"I've been thinking of the same things," Montgomery answered.

"There's my room with the outer door--"


"That's it," said the elder man, promptly, looking at Montgomery;

and all three of us went towards the enclosure.  "I'm sorry to make

a mystery, Mr. Prendick; but you'll remember you're uninvited.

Our little establishment here contains a secret or so, is a kind

of Blue-Beard's chamber, in fact.  Nothing very dreadful, really, to a

sane man; but just now, as we don't know you--"


"Decidedly," said I, "I should be a fool to take offence at any want

of confidence."


He twisted his heavy mouth into a faint smile--he was one of those

saturnine people who smile with the corners of the mouth down,--and

bowed his acknowledgment of my complaisance.  The main entrance

to the enclosure was passed; it was a heavy wooden gate, framed in iron

and locked, with the cargo of the launch piled outside it, and at

the corner we came to a small doorway I had not previously observed.

The white-haired man produced a bundle of keys from the pocket

of his greasy blue jacket, opened this door, and entered.

His keys, and the elaborate locking-up of the place even while it

was still under his eye, struck me as peculiar.  I followed him,

and found myself in a small apartment, plainly but not uncomfortably

furnished and with its inner door, which was slightly ajar, opening into

a paved courtyard.  This inner door Montgomery at once closed.

A hammock was slung across the darker corner of the room, and a

small unglazed window defended by an iron bar looked out towards

the sea.


This the white-haired man told me was to be my apartment;

and the inner door, which "for fear of accidents," he said,

he would lock on the other side, was my limit inward.

He called my attention to a convenient deck-chair before the window,

and to an array of old books, chiefly, I found, surgical works

and editions of the Latin and Greek classics (languages I

cannot read with any comfort), on a shelf near the hammock.

He left the room by the outer door, as if to avoid opening the inner

one again.


"We usually have our meals in here," said Montgomery, and then,

as if in doubt, went out after the other.  "Moreau!" I heard

him call, and for the moment I do not think I noticed.

Then as I handled the books on the shelf it came up in consciousness:

Where had I heard the name of Moreau before?  I sat down before

the window, took out the biscuits that still remained to me,

and ate them with an excellent appetite.  Moreau!


Through the window I saw one of those unaccountable men in white, lugging a

packing-case along the beach.  Presently the window-frame hid him.

Then I heard a key inserted and turned in the lock behind me.

After a little while I heard through the locked door the noise

of the staghounds, that had now been brought up from the beach.

They were not barking, but sniffing and growling in a curious fashion.

I could hear the rapid patter of their feet, and Montgomery's voice

soothing them.


I was very much impressed by the elaborate secrecy of these two men

regarding the contents of the place, and for some time I was thinking

of that and of the unaccountable familiarity of the name of Moreau;

but so odd is the human memory that I could not then recall that

well-known name in its proper connection.  From that my thoughts

went to the indefinable queerness of the deformed man on the beach.

I never saw such a gait, such odd motions as he pulled at the box.

I recalled that none of these men had spoken to me, though most

of them I had found looking at me at one time or another in a

peculiarly furtive manner, quite unlike the frank stare of your

unsophisticated savage.  Indeed, they had all seemed remarkably taciturn,

and when they did speak, endowed with very uncanny voices.

What was wrong with them?  Then I recalled the eyes of Montgomery's

ungainly attendant.


Just as I was thinking of him he came in.  He was now dressed in white,

and carried a little tray with some coffee and boiled vegetables thereon.

I could hardly repress a shuddering recoil as he came, bending amiably,

and placed the tray before me on the table.  Then astonishment

paralysed me.  Under his stringy black locks I saw his ear;

it jumped upon me suddenly close to my face.  The man had pointed ears,

covered with a fine brown fur!


"Your breakfast, sair," he said.


I stared at his face without attempting to answer him.  He turned

and went towards the door, regarding me oddly over his shoulder.

I followed him out with my eyes; and as I did so, by some odd trick

of unconscious cerebration, there came surging into my head the phrase,

"The Moreau Hollows"--was it?  "The Moreau--" Ah!  It sent my memory

back ten years.  "The Moreau Horrors!"  The phrase drifted loose

in my mind for a moment, and then I saw it in red lettering on a little

buff-coloured pamphlet, to read which made one shiver and creep.

Then I remembered distinctly all about it.  That long-forgotten

pamphlet came back with startling vividness to my mind.

I had been a mere lad then, and Moreau was, I suppose, about fifty,--a

prominent and masterful physiologist, well-known in scientific

circles for his extraordinary imagination and his brutal directness

in discussion.


Was this the same Moreau?  He had published some very astonishing

facts in connection with the transfusion of blood, and in

addition was known to be doing valuable work on morbid growths.

Then suddenly his career was closed.  He had to leave England.

A journalist obtained access to his laboratory in the capacity

of laboratory-assistant, with the deliberate intention of making

sensational exposures; and by the help of a shocking accident

(if it was an accident), his gruesome pamphlet became notorious.

On the day of its publication a wretched dog, flayed and

otherwise mutilated, escaped from Moreau's house.  It was in

the silly season, and a prominent editor, a cousin of the temporary

laboratory-assistant, appealed to the conscience of the nation.

It was not the first time that conscience has turned against the methods

of research.  The doctor was simply howled out of the country.

It may be that he deserved to be; but I still think that the tepid

support of his fellow-investigators and his desertion by the great

body of scientific workers was a shameful thing.  Yet some of

his experiments, by the journalist's account, were wantonly cruel.

He might perhaps have purchased his social peace by abandoning

his investigations; but he apparently preferred the latter, as most men

would who have once fallen under the overmastering spell of research.

He was unmarried, and had indeed nothing but his own interest

to consider.


I felt convinced that this must be the same man.  Everything pointed

to it.  It dawned upon me to what end the puma and the other

animals--which had now been brought with other luggage into the

enclosure behind the house--were destined; and a curious faint odour,

the halitus of something familiar, an odour that had been in

the background of my consciousness hitherto, suddenly came forward

into the forefront of my thoughts.  It was the antiseptic odour

of the dissecting-room. I heard the puma growling through the wall,

and one of the dogs yelped as though it had been struck.


Yet surely, and especially to another scientific man, there was

nothing so horrible in vivisection as to account for this secrecy;

and by some odd leap in my thoughts the pointed ears and luminous

eyes of Montgomery's attendant came back again before me with

the sharpest definition.  I stared before me out at the green sea,

frothing under a freshening breeze, and let these and other strange

memories of the last few days chase one another through my mind.


What could it all mean?  A locked enclosure on a lonely island,

a notorious vivisector, and these crippled and distorted men?








MONTGOMERY interrupted my tangle of mystification and suspicion

about one o'clock, and his grotesque attendant followed him

with a tray bearing bread, some herbs and other eatables,

a flask of whiskey, a jug of water, and three glasses and knives.

I glanced askance at this strange creature, and found him watching

me with his queer, restless eyes.  Montgomery said he would lunch

with me, but that Moreau was too preoccupied with some work

to come.


"Moreau!" said I.  "I know that name."


"The devil you do!" said he.  "What an ass I was to mention it to you!

I might have thought.  Anyhow, it will give you an inkling

of our--mysteries.  Whiskey?"


"No, thanks; I'm an abstainer."


"I wish I'd been.  But it's no use locking the door

after the steed is stolen.  It was that infernal

stuff which led to my coming here,--that, and a foggy night.

I thought myself in luck at the time, when Moreau offered to get me off.

It's queer--"


"Montgomery," said I, suddenly, as the outer door closed, "why has

your man pointed ears?"


"Damn!" he said, over his first mouthful of food.  He stared at me

for a moment, and then repeated, "Pointed ears?"


"Little points to them," said I, as calmly as possible, with a catch

in my breath; "and a fine black fur at the edges?"


He helped himself to whiskey and water with great deliberation.

"I was under the impression--that his hair covered his ears."


"I saw them as he stooped by me to put that coffee you sent to me

on the table.  And his eyes shine in the dark."


By this time Montgomery had recovered from the surprise of my question.

"I always thought," he said deliberately, with a certain

accentuation of his flavouring of lisp, "that there _was_ something

the matter with his ears, from the way he covered them.

What were they like?"


I was persuaded from his manner that this ignorance was a pretence.

Still, I could hardly tell the man that I thought him a liar.

"Pointed," I said; "rather small and furry,--distinctly furry.

But the whole man is one of the strangest beings I ever set

eyes on."


A sharp, hoarse cry of animal pain came from the enclosure behind us.

Its depth and volume testified to the puma.  I saw Montgomery wince.


"Yes?" he said.


"Where did you pick up the creature?"


"San Francisco.  He's an ugly brute, I admit.  Half-witted, you know.

Can't remember where he came from.  But I'm used to him, you know.

We both are.  How does he strike you?"


"He's unnatural," I said.  "There's something about him--don't

think me fanciful, but it gives me a nasty little sensation,

a tightening of my muscles, when he comes near me.  It's a touch--of

the diabolical, in fact."


Montgomery had stopped eating while I told him this.  "Rum!" he said.

"I can't see it."  He resumed his meal.  "I had no idea of it,"

he said, and masticated.  "The crew of the schooner must have

felt it the same.  Made a dead set at the poor devil.  You saw

the captain?"


Suddenly the puma howled again, this time more painfully.

Montgomery swore under his breath.  I had half a mind to attack him

about the men on the beach.  Then the poor brute within gave vent

to a series of short, sharp cries.


"Your men on the beach," said I; "what race are they?"


"Excellent fellows, aren't they?" said he, absentmindedly,

knitting his brows as the animal yelled out sharply.


I said no more.  There was another outcry worse than the former.

He looked at me with his dull grey eyes, and then took some

more whiskey.  He tried to draw me into a discussion about alcohol,

professing to have saved my life with it.  He seemed anxious

to lay stress on the fact that I owed my life to him.  I answered

him distractedly.


Presently our meal came to an end; the misshapen monster with

the pointed ears cleared the remains away, and Montgomery left

me alone in the room again.  All the time he had been in a state

of ill-concealed irritation at the noise of the vivisected puma.

He had spoken of his odd want of nerve, and left me to the

obvious application.


I found myself that the cries were singularly irritating,

and they grew in depth and intensity as the afternoon wore on.

They were painful at first, but their constant resurgence at last

altogether upset my balance.  I flung aside a crib of Horace I

had been reading, and began to clench my fists, to bite my lips,

and to pace the room.  Presently I got to stopping my ears with

my fingers.


The emotional appeal of those yells grew upon me steadily,

grew at last to such an exquisite expression of suffering that I

could stand it in that confined room no longer.  I stepped

out of the door into the slumberous heat of the late afternoon,

and walking past the main entrance--locked again, I noticed--turned

the corner of the wall.


The crying sounded even louder out of doors.  It was as if all the pain

in the world had found a voice.  Yet had I known such pain was in

the next room, and had it been dumb, I believe--I have thought since--I

could have stood it well enough.  It is when suffering finds a voice

and sets our nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us.

But in spite of the brilliant sunlight and the green fans of the trees

waving in the soothing sea-breeze, the world was a confusion,

blurred with drifting black and red phantasms, until I was out of earshot

of the house in the chequered wall.








I STRODE through the undergrowth that clothed the ridge behind the house,

scarcely heeding whither I went; passed on through the shadow of a thick

cluster of straight-stemmed trees beyond it, and so presently found

myself some way on the other side of the ridge, and descending towards

a streamlet that ran through a narrow valley.  I paused and listened.

The distance I had come, or the intervening masses of thicket,

deadened any sound that might be coming from the enclosure.

The air was still.  Then with a rustle a rabbit emerged, and went

scampering up the slope before me.  I hesitated, and sat down in the edge

of the shade.


The place was a pleasant one.  The rivulet was hidden

by the luxuriant vegetation of the banks save at one point,

where I caught a triangular patch of its glittering water.

On the farther side I saw through a bluish haze a tangle of trees

and creepers, and above these again the luminous blue of the sky.

Here and there a splash of white or crimson marked the blooming of some

trailing epiphyte.  I let my eyes wander over this scene for a while,

and then began to turn over in my mind again the strange peculiarities

of Montgomery's man.  But it was too hot to think elaborately,

and presently I fell into a tranquil state midway between dozing

and waking.


From this I was aroused, after I know not how long, by a

rustling amidst the greenery on the other side of the stream.

For a moment I could see nothing but the waving summits of

the ferns and reeds.  Then suddenly upon the bank of the stream

appeared Something--at first I could not distinguish what it was.

It bowed its round head to the water, and began to drink.

Then I saw it was a man, going on all-fours like a beast.  He was clothed

in bluish cloth, and was of a copper-coloured hue, with black hair.

It seemed that grotesque ugliness was an invariable character of

these islanders.  I could hear the suck of the water at his lips as

he drank.


I leant forward to see him better, and a piece of lava, detached by

my hand, went pattering down the slope.  He looked up guiltily,

and his eyes met mine.  Forthwith he scrambled to his feet,

and stood wiping his clumsy hand across his mouth and regarding me.

His legs were scarcely half the length of his body.

So, staring one another out of countenance, we remained for perhaps

the space of a minute.  Then, stopping to look back once or twice,

he slunk off among the bushes to the right of me, and I heard

the swish of the fronds grow faint in the distance and die away.

Long after he had disappeared, I remained sitting up staring

in the direction of his retreat.  My drowsy tranquillity

had gone.


I was startled by a noise behind me, and turning suddenly saw

the flapping white tail of a rabbit vanishing up the slope.

I jumped to my feet.  The apparition of this grotesque, half-bestial

creature had suddenly populated the stillness of the afternoon for me.

I looked around me rather nervously, and regretted that I was unarmed.

Then I thought that the man I had just seen had been clothed

in bluish cloth, had not been naked as a savage would have been;

and I tried to persuade myself from that fact that he was after all

probably a peaceful character, that the dull ferocity of his countenance

belied him.


Yet I was greatly disturbed at the apparition.  I walked

to the left along the slope, turning my head about and peering

this way and that among the straight stems of the trees.

Why should a man go on all-fours and drink with his lips?  Presently I

heard an animal wailing again, and taking it to be the puma, I turned

about and walked in a direction diametrically opposite to the sound.

This led me down to the stream, across which I stepped and pushed

my way up through the undergrowth beyond.


I was startled by a great patch of vivid scarlet on the ground,

and going up to it found it to be a peculiar fungus, branched and

corrugated like a foliaceous lichen, but deliquescing into slime

at the touch; and then in the shadow of some luxuriant ferns I

came upon an unpleasant thing,--the dead body of a rabbit covered

with shining flies, but still warm and with the head torn off.

I stopped aghast at the sight of the scattered blood.

Here at least was one visitor to the island disposed of!

There were no traces of other violence about it.  It looked as though it

had been suddenly snatched up and killed; and as I stared at the little

furry body came the difficulty of how the thing had been done.

The vague dread that had been in my mind since I had seen the inhuman

face of the man at the stream grew distincter as I stood there.

I began to realise the hardihood of my expedition among these

unknown people.  The thicket about me became altered to my imagination.

Every shadow became something more than a shadow,--became an ambush;

every rustle became a threat.  Invisible things seemed watching me.

I resolved to go back to the enclosure on the beach.  I suddenly

turned away and thrust myself violently, possibly even frantically,

through the bushes, anxious to get a clear space about me



I stopped just in time to prevent myself emerging upon an open space.

It was a kind of glade in the forest, made by a fall; seedlings were

already starting up to struggle for the vacant space; and beyond,

the dense growth of stems and twining vines and splashes of fungus

and flowers closed in again.  Before me, squatting together upon

the fungoid ruins of a huge fallen tree and still unaware of my approach,

were three grotesque human figures.  One was evidently a female;

the other two were men.  They were naked, save for swathings

of scarlet cloth about the middle; and their skins were of a dull

pinkish-drab colour, such as I had seen in no savages before.

They had fat, heavy, chinless faces, retreating foreheads,

and a scant bristly hair upon their heads.  I never saw such

bestial-looking creatures.


They were talking, or at least one of the men was talking to the other two,

and all three had been too closely interested to heed the rustling of

my approach.  They swayed their heads and shoulders from side to side.

The speaker's words came thick and sloppy, and though I could

hear them distinctly I could not distinguish what he said.

He seemed to me to be reciting some complicated gibberish.

Presently his articulation became shriller, and spreading his hands

he rose to his feet.  At that the others began to gibber in unison,

also rising to their feet, spreading their hands and swaying their

bodies in rhythm with their chant.  I noticed then the abnormal

shortness of their legs, and their lank, clumsy feet.  All three began

slowly to circle round, raising and stamping their feet and waving

their arms; a kind of tune crept into their rhythmic recitation,

and a refrain,--"Aloola," or "Balloola," it sounded like.

Their eyes began to sparkle, and their ugly faces to brighten,

with an expression of strange pleasure.  Saliva dripped from their

lipless mouths.


Suddenly, as I watched their grotesque and unaccountable gestures,

I perceived clearly for the first time what it was that had offended me,

what had given me the two inconsistent and conflicting impressions

of utter strangeness and yet of the strangest familiarity.

The three creatures engaged in this mysterious rite were human in shape,

and yet human beings with the strangest air about them of some

familiar animal.  Each of these creatures, despite its human form,

its rag of clothing, and the rough humanity of its bodily form,

had woven into it--into its movements, into the expression of

its countenance, into its whole presence--some now irresistible

suggestion of a hog, a swinish taint, the unmistakable mark of

the beast.


I stood overcome by this amazing realisation and then the most horrible

questionings came rushing into my mind.  They began leaping in the air,

first one and then the other, whooping and grunting.  Then one slipped,

and for a moment was on all-fours,--to recover, indeed, forthwith.

But that transitory gleam of the true animalism of these monsters

was enough.


I turned as noiselessly as possible, and becoming every now

and then rigid with the fear of being discovered, as a branch

cracked or a leaf rustled, I pushed back into the bushes.

It was long before I grew bolder, and dared to move freely.

My only idea for the moment was to get away from these foul beings, and I

scarcely noticed that I had emerged upon a faint pathway amidst the trees.

Then suddenly traversing a little glade, I saw with an unpleasant start

two clumsy legs among the trees, walking with noiseless footsteps

parallel with my course, and perhaps thirty yards away from me.

The head and upper part of the body were hidden by a tangle of creeper.

I stopped abruptly, hoping the creature did not see me.

The feet stopped as I did.  So nervous was I that I controlled

an impulse to headlong flight with the utmost difficulty.

Then looking hard, I distinguished through the interlacing network

the head and body of the brute I had seen drinking.  He moved his head.

There was an emerald flash in his eyes as he glanced at me from

the shadow of the trees, a half-luminous colour that vanished as

he turned his head again.  He was motionless for a moment, and then

with a noiseless tread began running through the green confusion.

In another moment he had vanished behind some bushes.

I could not see him, but I felt that he had stopped and was watching me



What on earth was he,--man or beast?  What did he want with me?

I had no weapon, not even a stick.  Flight would be madness.

At any rate the Thing, whatever it was, lacked the courage to attack me.

Setting my teeth hard, I walked straight towards him.

I was anxious not to show the fear that seemed chilling my backbone.

I pushed through a tangle of tall white-flowered bushes,

and saw him twenty paces beyond, looking over his shoulder at me

and hesitating.  I advanced a step or two, looking steadfastly into

his eyes.


"Who are you?" said I.


He tried to meet my gaze.  "No!" he said suddenly, and turning went

bounding away from me through the undergrowth.  Then he turned

and stared at me again.  His eyes shone brightly out of the dusk

under the trees.


My heart was in my mouth; but I felt my only chance was bluff,

and walked steadily towards him.  He turned again, and vanished

into the dusk.  Once more I thought I caught the glint of his eyes,

and that was all.


For the first time I realised how the lateness of the hour

might affect me.  The sun had set some minutes since, the swift

dusk of the tropics was already fading out of the eastern sky,

and a pioneer moth fluttered silently by my head.  Unless I would

spend the night among the unknown dangers of the mysterious forest,

I must hasten back to the enclosure.  The thought of a return

to that pain-haunted refuge was extremely disagreeable, but still

more so was the idea of being overtaken in the open by darkness

and all that darkness might conceal.  I gave one more look

into the blue shadows that had swallowed up this odd creature,

and then retraced my way down the slope towards the stream,

going as I judged in the direction from which I had come.


I walked eagerly, my mind confused with many things,

and presently found myself in a level place among scattered trees.

The colourless clearness that comes after the sunset flush

was darkling; the blue sky above grew momentarily deeper,

and the little stars one by one pierced the attenuated light;

the interspaces of the trees, the gaps in the further vegetation,

that had been hazy blue in the daylight, grew black and mysterious.

I pushed on.  The colour vanished from the world.

The tree-tops rose against the luminous blue sky in inky silhouette,

and all below that outline melted into one formless blackness.

Presently the trees grew thinner, and the shrubby undergrowth

more abundant.  Then there was a desolate space covered with

a white sand, and then another expanse of tangled bushes.

I did not remember crossing the sand-opening before.

I began to be tormented by a faint rustling upon my right hand.

I thought at first it was fancy, for whenever I stopped there

was silence, save for the evening breeze in the tree-tops.

Then when I turned to hurry on again there was an echo to

my footsteps.


I turned away from the thickets, keeping to the more open ground,

and endeavouring by sudden turns now and then to surprise something

in the act of creeping upon me.  I saw nothing, and nevertheless

my sense of another presence grew steadily.  I increased my pace,

and after some time came to a slight ridge, crossed it, and turned sharply,

regarding it steadfastly from the further side.  It came out black

and clear-cut against the darkling sky; and presently a shapeless

lump heaved up momentarily against the sky-line and vanished again.

I felt assured now that my tawny-faced antagonist was stalking me

once more; and coupled with that was another unpleasant realisation,

that I had lost my way.


For a time I hurried on hopelessly perplexed, and pursued by that

stealthy approach.  Whatever it was, the Thing either lacked the courage

to attack me, or it was waiting to take me at some disadvantage.

I kept studiously to the open.  At times I would turn and listen;

and presently I had half persuaded myself that my pursuer had abandoned

the chase, or was a mere creation of my disordered imagination.

Then I heard the sound of the sea.  I quickened my footsteps

almost into a run, and immediately there was a stumble in

my rear.


I turned suddenly, and stared at the uncertain trees behind me.

One black shadow seemed to leap into another.  I listened,

rigid, and heard nothing but the creep of the blood in my ears.

I thought that my nerves were unstrung, and that my imagination

was tricking me, and turned resolutely towards the sound of the

sea again.


In a minute or so the trees grew thinner, and I emerged upon

a bare, low headland running out into the sombre water.

The night was calm and clear, and the reflection of the growing

multitude of the stars shivered in the tranquil heaving of the sea.

Some way out, the wash upon an irregular band of reef shone

with a pallid light of its own.  Westward I saw the zodiacal

light mingling with the yellow brilliance of the evening star.

The coast fell away from me to the east, and westward it was hidden

by the shoulder of the cape.  Then I recalled the fact that Moreau's

beach lay to the west.


A twig snapped behind me, and there was a rustle.  I turned, and stood

facing the dark trees.  I could see nothing--or else I could see too much.

Every dark form in the dimness had its ominous quality, its peculiar

suggestion of alert watchfulness.  So I stood for perhaps a minute,

and then, with an eye to the trees still, turned westward to cross

the headland; and as I moved, one among the lurking shadows moved

to follow me.


My heart beat quickly.  Presently the broad sweep of a bay

to the westward became visible, and I halted again.

The noiseless shadow halted a dozen yards from me.

A little point of light shone on the further bend of the curve,

and the grey sweep of the sandy beach lay faint under the starlight.

Perhaps two miles away was that little point of light.

To get to the beach I should have to go through the trees where the

shadows lurked, and down a bushy slope.


I could see the Thing rather more distinctly now.  It was no animal,

for it stood erect.  At that I opened my mouth to speak, and found

a hoarse phlegm choked my voice.  I tried again, and shouted,

"Who is there?"  There was no answer.  I advanced a step.

The Thing did not move, only gathered itself together.  My foot

struck a stone.  That gave me an idea.  Without taking my eyes off

the black form before me, I stooped and picked up this lump of rock;

but at my motion the Thing turned abruptly as a dog might have done,

and slunk obliquely into the further darkness.  Then I recalled

a schoolboy expedient against big dogs, and twisted the rock into

my handkerchief, and gave this a turn round my wrist.  I heard a movement

further off among the shadows, as if the Thing was in retreat.

Then suddenly my tense excitement gave way; I broke into a profuse

perspiration and fell a-trembling, with my adversary routed and this

weapon in my hand.


It was some time before I could summon resolution to go down through

the trees and bushes upon the flank of the headland to the beach.

At last I did it at a run; and as I emerged from the thicket

upon the sand, I heard some other body come crashing after me.

At that I completely lost my head with fear, and began running

along the sand.  Forthwith there came the swift patter of soft

feet in pursuit.  I gave a wild cry, and redoubled my pace.

Some dim, black things about three or four times the size of rabbits

went running or hopping up from the beach towards the bushes as

I passed.


So long as I live, I shall remember the terror of that chase.

I ran near the water's edge, and heard every now and then the splash

of the feet that gained upon me.  Far away, hopelessly far,

was the yellow light.  All the night about us was black and still.

Splash, splash, came the pursuing feet, nearer and nearer.

I felt my breath going, for I was quite out of training; it whooped

as I drew it, and I felt a pain like a knife at my side.  I perceived

the Thing would come up with me long before I reached the enclosure,

and, desperate and sobbing for my breath, I wheeled round upon it

and struck at it as it came up to me,--struck with all my strength.

The stone came out of the sling of the handkerchief as I did so.

As I turned, the Thing, which had been running on all-fours,

rose to its feet, and the missile fell fair on its left temple.

The skull rang loud, and the animal-man blundered into me,

thrust me back with its hands, and went staggering past me to fall

headlong upon the sand with its face in the water; and there it lay



I could not bring myself to approach that black heap.  I left

it there, with the water rippling round it, under the still stars,

and giving it a wide berth pursued my way towards the yellow glow

of the house; and presently, with a positive effect of relief,

came the pitiful moaning of the puma, the sound that had

originally driven me out to explore this mysterious island.

At that, though I was faint and horribly fatigued, I gathered

together all my strength, and began running again towards the light.

I thought I heard a voice calling me.








AS I drew near the house I saw that the light shone from

the open door of my room; and then I heard coming from out

of the darkness at the side of that orange oblong of light,

the voice of Montgomery shouting, "Prendick!"  I continued running.

Presently I heard him again.  I replied by a feeble "Hullo!"

and in another moment had staggered up to him.


"Where have you been?" said he, holding me at arm's length,

so that the light from the door fell on my face.  "We have both

been so busy that we forgot you until about half an hour ago."

He led me into the room and sat me down in the deck chair.

For awhile I was blinded by the light.  "We did not think you would start

to explore this island of ours without telling us," he said; and then,

"I was afraid--But--what--Hullo!"


My last remaining strength slipped from me, and my head fell forward

on my chest.  I think he found a certain satisfaction in giving

me brandy.


"For God's sake," said I, "fasten that door."


"You've been meeting some of our curiosities, eh?" said he.


He locked the door and turned to me again.  He asked me no questions,

but gave me some more brandy and water and pressed me to eat.

I was in a state of collapse.  He said something vague about his

forgetting to warn me, and asked me briefly when I left the house

and what I had seen.


I answered him as briefly, in fragmentary sentences.  "Tell me

what it all means," said I, in a state bordering on hysterics.


"It's nothing so very dreadful," said he.  "But I think you

have had about enough for one day."  The puma suddenly gave

a sharp yell of pain.  At that he swore under his breath.

"I'm damned," said he, "if this place is not as bad as Gower Street,

with its cats."


"Montgomery," said I, "what was that thing that came after me?

Was it a beast or was it a man?"


"If you don't sleep to-night," he said, "you'll be off your

head to-morrow."


I stood up in front of him.  "What was that thing that came after me?"

I asked.


He looked me squarely in the eyes, and twisted his mouth askew.

His eyes, which had seemed animated a minute before, went dull.

"From your account," said he, "I'm thinking it was a bogle."


I felt a gust of intense irritation, which passed as quickly as it came.

I flung myself into the chair again, and pressed my hands on my forehead.

The puma began once more.


Montgomery came round behind me and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Look here, Prendick," he said, "I had no business to let

you drift out into this silly island of ours.  But it's not

so bad as you feel, man.  Your nerves are worked to rags.

Let me give you something that will make you sleep.  _That_--will keep

on for hours yet.  You must simply get to sleep, or I won't answer

for it."


I did not reply.  I bowed forward, and covered my face with my hands.

Presently he returned with a small measure containing a dark liquid.

This he gave me.  I took it unresistingly, and he helped me into

the hammock.


When I awoke, it was broad day.  For a little while I lay flat,

staring at the roof above me.  The rafters, I observed, were made

out of the timbers of a ship.  Then I turned my head, and saw a meal

prepared for me on the table.  I perceived that I was hungry,

and prepared to clamber out of the hammock, which, very politely

anticipating my intention, twisted round and deposited me upon

all-fours on the floor.


I got up and sat down before the food.  I had a heavy feeling

in my head, and only the vaguest memory at first of the things

that had happened over night.  The morning breeze blew very

pleasantly through the unglazed window, and that and the food

contributed to the sense of animal comfort which I experienced.

Presently the door behind me--the door inward towards the yard

of the enclosure--opened.  I turned and saw Montgomery's face.


"All right," said he.  "I'm frightfully busy."  And he shut the door.


Afterwards I discovered that he forgot to re-lock it.

Then I recalled the expression of his face the previous night,

and with that the memory of all I had experienced reconstructed

itself before me.  Even as that fear came back to me came a cry

from within; but this time it was not the cry of a puma.

I put down the mouthful that hesitated upon my lips, and listened.

Silence, save for the whisper of the morning breeze.  I began to think my

ears had deceived me.


After a long pause I resumed my meal, but with my ears still vigilant.

Presently I heard something else, very faint and low.

I sat as if frozen in my attitude.  Though it was faint and low,

it moved me more profoundly than all that I had hitherto heard of

the abominations behind the wall.  There was no mistake this time in

the quality of the dim, broken sounds; no doubt at all of their source.

For it was groaning, broken by sobs and gasps of anguish.

It was no brute this time; it was a human being in torment!


As I realised this I rose, and in three steps had crossed the room,

seized the handle of the door into the yard, and flung it open

before me.


"Prendick, man!  Stop!" cried Montgomery, intervening.


A startled deerhound yelped and snarled.  There was blood, I saw,

in the sink,--brown, and some scarlet--and I smelt the peculiar

smell of carbolic acid.  Then through an open doorway beyond,

in the dim light of the shadow, I saw something bound painfully

upon a framework, scarred, red, and bandaged; and then blotting

this out appeared the face of old Moreau, white and terrible.

In a moment he had gripped me by the shoulder with a hand that was

smeared red, had twisted me off my feet, and flung me headlong back

into my own room.  He lifted me as though I was a little child.

I fell at full length upon the floor, and the door slammed

and shut out the passionate intensity of his face.

Then I heard the key turn in the lock, and Montgomery's voice

in expostulation.


"Ruin the work of a lifetime," I heard Moreau say.


"He does not understand," said Montgomery.  and other things

that were inaudible.


"I can't spare the time yet," said Moreau.


The rest I did not hear.  I picked myself up and stood trembling,

my mind a chaos of the most horrible misgivings.  Could it be possible,

I thought, that such a thing as the vivisection of men was carried

on here?  The question shot like lightning across a tumultuous sky;

and suddenly the clouded horror of my mind condensed into a vivid

realisation of my own danger.








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?"




"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.








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



     "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; that is the Law.  Are we not Men?

     "Not to chase other Men; 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.


     "_His_ is the House of Pain.

     "_His_ is the Hand that makes.

     "_His_ is the Hand that wounds.

     "_His_ is the Hand that heals."


And so on for another long series, mostly quite incomprehensible

gibberish to me about _Him_, whoever he might be.  I could have fancied

it was a dream, but never before have I heard chanting in a dream.


"_His_ is the lightning flash," we sang.  "_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.


"_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.








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.  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.








"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 _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 _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



"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 _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



"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



"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.








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.{2} 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.


     {2} This description corresponds in every respect to Noble's Isle.

         -- C. E. P.


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 Arica 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.








MY inexperience as a writer betrays me, and I wander from the thread

of my story.


After I had breakfasted with Montgomery, he took me across

the island to see the fumarole and the source of the hot spring

into whose scalding waters I had blundered on the previous day.

Both of us carried whips and loaded revolvers.  While going through

a leafy jungle on our road thither, we heard a rabbit squealing.

We stopped and listened, but we heard no more; and presently we

went on our way, and the incident dropped out of our minds.

Montgomery called my attention to certain little pink animals

with long hind-legs, that went leaping through the undergrowth.

He told me they were creatures made of the offspring of the Beast People,

that Moreau had invented.  He had fancied they might serve for meat,

but a rabbit-like habit of devouring their young had defeated

this intention.  I had already encountered some of these

creatures,--once during my moonlight flight from the Leopard-man,

and once during my pursuit by Moreau on the previous day.

By chance, one hopping to avoid us leapt into the hole caused

by the uprooting of a wind-blown tree; before it could extricate

itself we managed to catch it.  It spat like a cat, scratched and

kicked vigorously with its hind-legs, and made an attempt to bite;

but its teeth were too feeble to inflict more than a painless pinch.

It seemed to me rather a pretty little creature; and as Montgomery stated

that it never destroyed the turf by burrowing, and was very cleanly

in its habits, I should imagine it might prove a convenient substitute

for the common rabbit in gentlemen's parks.


We also saw on our way the trunk of a tree barked in long strips

and splintered deeply.  Montgomery called my attention to this.

"Not to claw bark of trees, _that_ is the Law," he said.

"Much some of them care for it!"  It was after this, I think, that we

met the Satyr and the Ape-man. The Satyr was a gleam of classical memory

on the part of Moreau,--his face ovine in expression, like the coarser

Hebrew type; his voice a harsh bleat, his nether extremities Satanic.

He was gnawing the husk of a pod-like fruit as he passed us.

Both of them saluted Montgomery.


"Hail," said they, "to the Other with the Whip!"


"There's a Third with a Whip now," said Montgomery.  "So you'd

better mind!"


"Was he not made?" said the Ape-man. "He said--he said he was made."


The Satyr-man looked curiously at me.  "The Third with the Whip,

he that walks weeping into the sea, has a thin white face."


"He has a thin long whip," said Montgomery.


"Yesterday he bled and wept," said the Satyr.  "You never bleed nor weep.

The Master does not bleed or weep."


"Ollendorffian beggar!" said Montgomery, "you'll bleed and weep

if you don't look out!"


"He has five fingers, he is a five-man like me," said the Ape-man.


"Come along, Prendick," said Montgomery, taking my arm; and I went

on with him.


The Satyr and the Ape-man stood watching us and making other remarks

to each other.


"He says nothing," said the Satyr.  "Men have voices."


"Yesterday he asked me of things to eat," said the Ape-man. "He

did not know."


Then they spoke inaudible things, and I heard the Satyr laughing.


It was on our way back that we came upon the dead rabbit.

The red body of the wretched little beast was rent to pieces, many of

the ribs stripped white, and the backbone indisputably gnawed.


At that Montgomery stopped.  "Good God!" said he, stooping down,

and picking up some of the crushed vertebrae to examine them more closely.

"Good God!" he repeated, "what can this mean?"


"Some carnivore of yours has remembered its old habits,"

I said after a pause.  "This backbone has been bitten through."


He stood staring, with his face white and his lip pulled askew.

"I don't like this," he said slowly.


"I saw something of the same kind," said I, "the first day I came here."


"The devil you did!  What was it?"


"A rabbit with its head twisted off."


"The day you came here?"


"The day I came here.  In the undergrowth at the back of the enclosure,

when I went out in the evening.  The head was completely wrung off."


He gave a long, low whistle.


"And what is more, I have an idea which of your brutes did the thing.

It's only a suspicion, you know.  Before I came on the rabbit I saw one

of your monsters drinking in the stream."


"Sucking his drink?"




"'Not to suck your drink; that is the Law.'  Much the brutes care

for the Law, eh? when Moreau's not about!"


"It was the brute who chased me."


"Of course," said Montgomery; "it's just the way with carnivores.

After a kill, they drink.  It's the taste of blood, you know.--What

was the brute like?" he continued.  "Would you know him again?"

He glanced about us, standing astride over the mess of dead rabbit,

his eyes roving among the shadows and screens of greenery,

the lurking-places and ambuscades of the forest that bounded us in.

"The taste of blood," he said again.


He took out his revolver, examined the cartridges in it and replaced it.

Then he began to pull at his dropping lip.


"I think I should know the brute again," I said.  "I stunned him.

He ought to have a handsome bruise on the forehead of him."


"But then we have to _prove_ that he killed the rabbit," said

Montgomery. "I wish I'd never brought the things here."


I should have gone on, but he stayed there thinking over the mangled

rabbit in a puzzle-headed way.  As it was, I went to such a distance

that the rabbit's remains were hidden.


"Come on!" I said.


Presently he woke up and came towards me.  "You see," he said,

almost in a whisper, "they are all supposed to have a fixed idea

against eating anything that runs on land.  If some brute has

by any accident tasted blood--"


We went on some way in silence.  "I wonder what can have happened,"

he said to himself.  Then, after a pause again:  "I did a foolish

thing the other day.  That servant of mine--I showed him how to skin

and cook a rabbit.  It's odd--I saw him licking his hands--It never

occurred to me."


Then:  "We must put a stop to this.  I must tell Moreau."


He could think of nothing else on our homeward journey.


Moreau took the matter even more seriously than Montgomery, and I

need scarcely say that I was affected by their evident consternation.


"We must make an example," said Moreau.  "I've no doubt in my own

mind that the Leopard-man was the sinner.  But how can we prove it?

I wish, Montgomery, you had kept your taste for meat in hand, and gone

without these exciting novelties.  We may find ourselves in a mess yet,

through it."


"I was a silly ass," said Montgomery.  "But the thing's done now;

and you said I might have them, you know."


"We must see to the thing at once," said Moreau.  "I suppose

if anything should turn up, M'ling can take care of himself?"


"I'm not so sure of M'ling," said Montgomery.  "I think I ought

to know him."


In the afternoon, Moreau, Montgomery, myself, and M'ling went

across the island to the huts in the ravine.  We three were armed;

M'ling carried the little hatchet he used in chopping firewood,

and some coils of wire.  Moreau had a huge cowherd's horn slung over

his shoulder.


"You will see a gathering of the Beast People," said Montgomery.

"It is a pretty sight!"


Moreau said not a word on the way, but the expression of his heavy,

white-fringed face was grimly set.


We crossed the ravine down which smoked the stream of hot water,

and followed the winding pathway through the canebrakes

until we reached a wide area covered over with a thick,

powdery yellow substance which I believe was sulphur.

Above the shoulder of a weedy bank the sea glittered.  We came to a kind

of shallow natural amphitheatre, and here the four of us halted.

Then Moreau sounded the horn, and broke the sleeping stillness

of the tropical afternoon.  He must have had strong lungs.

The hooting note rose and rose amidst its echoes, to at last an

ear-penetrating intensity.


"Ah!" said Moreau, letting the curved instrument fall to his side again.


Immediately there was a crashing through the yellow canes,

and a sound of voices from the dense green jungle that marked

the morass through which I had run on the previous day.

Then at three or four points on the edge of the sulphurous area

appeared the grotesque forms of the Beast People hurrying towards us.

I could not help a creeping horror, as I perceived first one and then

another trot out from the trees or reeds and come shambling along

over the hot dust.  But Moreau and Montgomery stood calmly enough;

and, perforce, I stuck beside them.


First to arrive was the Satyr, strangely unreal for all that he cast

a shadow and tossed the dust with his hoofs.  After him from

the brake came a monstrous lout, a thing of horse and rhinoceros,

chewing a straw as it came; then appeared the Swine-woman

and two Wolf-women; then the Fox-bear witch, with her red eyes

in her peaked red face, and then others,--all hurrying eagerly.

As they came forward they began to cringe towards Moreau and chant,

quite regardless of one another, fragments of the latter half

of the litany of the Law,--"His is the Hand that wounds;

His is the Hand that heals," and so forth.  As soon as they had

approached within a distance of perhaps thirty yards they halted,

and bowing on knees and elbows began flinging the white dust upon

their heads.


Imagine the scene if you can!  We three blue-clad men, with our

misshapen black-faced attendant, standing in a wide expanse

of sunlit yellow dust under the blazing blue sky, and surrounded

by this circle of crouching and gesticulating monstrosities,--some

almost human save in their subtle expression and gestures,

some like cripples, some so strangely distorted as to resemble nothing

but the denizens of our wildest dreams; and, beyond, the reedy

lines of a canebrake in one direction, a dense tangle of palm-trees

on the other, separating us from the ravine with the huts,

and to the north the hazy horizon of the Pacific Ocean.


"Sixty-two, sixty-three," counted Moreau.  "There are four more."


"I do not see the Leopard-man," said I.


Presently Moreau sounded the great horn again, and at the sound

of it all the Beast People writhed and grovelled in the dust.

Then, slinking out of the canebrake, stooping near the ground

and trying to join the dust-throwing circle behind Moreau's back,

came the Leopard-man. The last of the Beast People to arrive was the little

Ape-man. The earlier animals, hot and weary with their grovelling,

shot vicious glances at him.


"Cease!" said Moreau, in his firm, loud voice; and the Beast People

sat back upon their hams and rested from their worshipping.


"Where is the Sayer of the Law?" said Moreau, and the hairy-grey

monster bowed his face in the dust.


"Say the words!" said Moreau.


Forthwith all in the kneeling assembly, swaying from side to side

and dashing up the sulphur with their hands,--first the right hand

and a puff of dust, and then the left,--began once more to chant

their strange litany.  When they reached, "Not to eat Flesh or Fish,

that is the Law," Moreau held up his lank white hand.


"Stop!" he cried, and there fell absolute silence upon them all.


I think they all knew and dreaded what was coming.

I looked round at their strange faces.  When I saw their wincing

attitudes and the furtive dread in their bright eyes, I wondered

that I had ever believed them to be men.


"That Law has been broken!" said Moreau.


"None escape," from the faceless creature with the silvery hair.

"None escape," repeated the kneeling circle of Beast People.


"Who is he?" cried Moreau, and looked round at their faces,

cracking his whip.  I fancied the Hyena-swine looked dejected,

so too did the Leopard-man. Moreau stopped, facing this creature,

who cringed towards him with the memory and dread of infinite torment.


"Who is he?" repeated Moreau, in a voice of thunder.


"Evil is he who breaks the Law," chanted the Sayer of the Law.


Moreau looked into the eyes of the Leopard-man, and seemed to be

dragging the very soul out of the creature.


"Who breaks the Law--" said Moreau, taking his eyes off his victim,

and turning towards us (it seemed to me there was a touch of exultation

in his voice).


"Goes back to the House of Pain," they all clamoured,--"goes back

to the House of Pain, O Master!"


"Back to the House of Pain,--back to the House of Pain,"

gabbled the Ape-man, as though the idea was sweet to him.


"Do you hear?" said Moreau, turning back to the criminal,

"my friend--Hullo!"


For the Leopard-man, released from Moreau's eye, had risen straight

from his knees, and now, with eyes aflame and his huge feline tusks

flashing out from under his curling lips, leapt towards his tormentor.

I am convinced that only the madness of unendurable fear could have

prompted this attack.  The whole circle of threescore monsters seemed

to rise about us.  I drew my revolver.  The two figures collided.

I saw Moreau reeling back from the Leopard-man's blow.  There was a

furious yelling and howling all about us.  Every one was moving rapidly.

For a moment I thought it was a general revolt.  The furious face

of the Leopard-man flashed by mine, with M'ling close in pursuit.

I saw the yellow eyes of the Hyena-swine blazing with excitement,

his attitude as if he were half resolved to attack me.

The Satyr, too, glared at me over the Hyena-swine's hunched shoulders.

I heard the crack of Moreau's pistol, and saw the pink flash

dart across the tumult.  The whole crowd seemed to swing round

in the direction of the glint of fire, and I too was swung round

by the magnetism of the movement.  In another second I was running,

one of a tumultuous shouting crowd, in pursuit of the escaping



That is all I can tell definitely.  I saw the Leopard-man strike Moreau,

and then everything spun about me until I was running headlong.

M'ling was ahead, close in pursuit of the fugitive.  Behind, their tongues

already lolling out, ran the Wolf-women in great leaping strides.

The Swine folk followed, squealing with excitement, and the two

Bull-men in their swathings of white.  Then came Moreau in a

cluster of the Beast People, his wide-brimmed straw hat blown off,

his revolver in hand, and his lank white hair streaming out.

The Hyena-swine ran beside me, keeping pace with me and glancing furtively

at me out of his feline eyes, and the others came pattering and shouting

behind us.


The Leopard-man went bursting his way through the long canes,

which sprang back as he passed, and rattled in M'ling's face.

We others in the rear found a trampled path for us when we reached

the brake.  The chase lay through the brake for perhaps a quarter

of a mile, and then plunged into a dense thicket, which retarded

our movements exceedingly, though we went through it in a crowd

together,--fronds flicking into our faces, ropy creepers catching

us under the chin or gripping our ankles, thorny plants hooking into

and tearing cloth and flesh together.


"He has gone on all-fours through this," panted Moreau, now just

ahead of me.


"None escape," said the Wolf-bear, laughing into my face with

the exultation of hunting.  We burst out again among rocks,

and saw the quarry ahead running lightly on all-fours and snarling

at us over his shoulder.  At that the Wolf Folk howled with delight.

The Thing was still clothed, and at a distance its face still seemed human;

but the carriage of its four limbs was feline, and the furtive

droop of its shoulder was distinctly that of a hunted animal.

It leapt over some thorny yellow-flowering bushes, and was hidden.

M'ling was halfway across the space.


Most of us now had lost the first speed of the chase, and had fallen

into a longer and steadier stride.  I saw as we traversed the open

that the pursuit was now spreading from a column into a line.

The Hyena-swine still ran close to me, watching me as it ran,

every now and then puckering its muzzle with a snarling laugh.

At the edge of the rocks the Leopard-man, realising that he was

making for the projecting cape upon which he had stalked me

on the night of my arrival, had doubled in the undergrowth;

but Montgomery had seen the manoeuvre, and turned him again.

So, panting, tumbling against rocks, torn by brambles, impeded by

ferns and reeds, I helped to pursue the Leopard-man who had broken

the Law, and the Hyena-swine ran, laughing savagely, by my side.

I staggered on, my head reeling and my heart beating against my ribs,

tired almost to death, and yet not daring to lose sight of the chase

lest I should be left alone with this horrible companion.

I staggered on in spite of infinite fatigue and the dense heat of the

tropical afternoon.


At last the fury of the hunt slackened.  We had pinned the wretched

brute into a corner of the island.  Moreau, whip in hand, marshalled us

all into an irregular line, and we advanced now slowly, shouting to one

another as we advanced and tightening the cordon about our victim.

He lurked noiseless and invisible in the bushes through which I

had run from him during that midnight pursuit.


"Steady!" cried Moreau, "steady!" as the ends of the line crept

round the tangle of undergrowth and hemmed the brute in.


"Ware a rush!" came the voice of Montgomery from beyond the thicket.


I was on the slope above the bushes; Montgomery and Moreau beat

along the beach beneath.  Slowly we pushed in among the fretted

network of branches and leaves.  The quarry was silent.


"Back to the House of Pain, the House of Pain, the House of Pain!"

yelped the voice of the Ape-man, some twenty yards to the right.


When I heard that, I forgave the poor wretch all the fear he had

inspired in me.  I heard the twigs snap and the boughs swish aside

before the heavy tread of the Horse-rhinoceros upon my right.

Then suddenly through a polygon of green, in the half darkness

under the luxuriant growth, I saw the creature we were hunting.

I halted.  He was crouched together into the smallest possible compass,

his luminous green eyes turned over his shoulder regarding me.


It may seem a strange contradiction in me,--I cannot explain the

fact,--but now, seeing the creature there in a perfectly animal

attitude, with the light gleaming in its eyes and its imperfectly

human face distorted with terror, I realised again the fact of its

humanity.  In another moment other of its pursuers would see it,

and it would be overpowered and captured, to experience once more

the horrible tortures of the enclosure.  Abruptly I slipped out

my revolver, aimed between its terror-struck eyes, and fired.

As I did so, the Hyena-swine saw the Thing, and flung itself upon

it with an eager cry, thrusting thirsty teeth into its neck.

All about me the green masses of the thicket were swaying and cracking

as the Beast People came rushing together.  One face and then

another appeared.


"Don't kill it, Prendick!" cried Moreau.  "Don't kill it!"

and I saw him stooping as he pushed through under the fronds

of the big ferns.


In another moment he had beaten off the Hyena-swine with the handle of

his whip, and he and Montgomery were keeping away the excited carnivorous

Beast People, and particularly M'ling, from the still quivering body.

The hairy-grey Thing came sniffing at the corpse under my arm.

The other animals, in their animal ardour, jostled me to get a

nearer view.


"Confound you, Prendick!" said Moreau.  "I wanted him."


"I'm sorry," said I, though I was not.  "It was the impulse

of the moment."  I felt sick with exertion and excitement.

Turning, I pushed my way out of the crowding Beast People and went

on alone up the slope towards the higher part of the headland.

Under the shouted directions of Moreau I heard the three white-swathed

Bull-men begin dragging the victim down towards the water.


It was easy now for me to be alone.  The Beast People manifested a quite

human curiosity about the dead body, and followed it in a thick knot,

sniffing and growling at it as the Bull-men dragged it down the beach.

I went to the headland and watched the bull-men, black against

the evening sky as they carried the weighted dead body out to sea;

and like a wave across my mind came the realisation of the unspeakable

aimlessness of things upon the island.  Upon the beach among

the rocks beneath me were the Ape-man, the Hyena-swine, and several

other of the Beast People, standing about Montgomery and Moreau.

They were all still intensely excited, and all overflowing with noisy

expressions of their loyalty to the Law; yet I felt an absolute

assurance in my own mind that the Hyena-swine was implicated

in the rabbit-killing. A strange persuasion came upon me, that,

save for the grossness of the line, the grotesqueness of the forms,

I had here before me the whole balance of human life in miniature,

the whole interplay of instinct, reason, and fate in its simplest form.

The Leopard-man had happened to go under:  that was all the difference.

Poor brute!


Poor brutes!  I began to see the viler aspect of Moreau's cruelty.

I had not thought before of the pain and trouble that came

to these poor victims after they had passed from Moreau's hands.

I had shivered only at the days of actual torment in the enclosure.

But now that seemed to me the lesser part.  Before, they had

been beasts, their instincts fitly adapted to their surroundings,

and happy as living things may be.  Now they stumbled in the shackles

of humanity, lived in a fear that never died, fretted by a law they

could not understand; their mock-human existence, begun in an agony,

was one long internal struggle, one long dread of Moreau--and for what?

It was the wantonness of it that stirred me.


Had Moreau had any intelligible object, I could have sympathised at

least a little with him.  I am not so squeamish about pain as that.

I could have forgiven him a little even, had his motive been only hate.

But he was so irresponsible, so utterly careless!  His curiosity,

his mad, aimless investigations, drove him on; and the Things were

thrown out to live a year or so, to struggle and blunder and suffer,

and at last to die painfully.  They were wretched in themselves;

the old animal hate moved them to trouble one another; the Law held

them back from a brief hot struggle and a decisive end to their

natural animosities.


In those days my fear of the Beast People went the way of my personal

fear for Moreau.  I fell indeed into a morbid state, deep and enduring,

and alien to fear, which has left permanent scars upon my mind.

I must confess that I lost faith in the sanity of the world

when I saw it suffering the painful disorder of this island.

A blind Fate, a vast pitiless Mechanism, seemed to cut and

shape the fabric of existence and I, Moreau (by his passion

for research), Montgomery (by his passion for drink), the Beast

People with their instincts and mental restrictions, were torn

and crushed, ruthlessly, inevitably, amid the infinite complexity

of its incessant wheels.  But this condition did not come all at once:

I think indeed that I anticipate a little in speaking of

it now.








SCARCELY six weeks passed before I had lost every feeling but

dislike and abhorrence for this infamous experiment of Moreau's.

My one idea was to get away from these horrible caricatures of my

Maker's image, back to the sweet and wholesome intercourse of men.

My fellow-creatures, from whom I was thus separated, began to assume

idyllic virtue and beauty in my memory.  My first friendship with

Montgomery did not increase.  His long separation from humanity,

his secret vice of drunkenness, his evident sympathy with the Beast People,

tainted him to me.  Several times I let him go alone among them.

I avoided intercourse with them in every possible way.

I spent an increasing proportion of my time upon the beach,

looking for some liberating sail that never appeared,--until one day

there fell upon us an appalling disaster, which put an altogether

different aspect upon my strange surroundings.


It was about seven or eight weeks after my landing,--rather more,

I think, though I had not troubled to keep account of the time,--when

this catastrophe occurred.  It happened in the early morning--I

should think about six.  I had risen and breakfasted early, having

been aroused by the noise of three Beast Men carrying wood into the



After breakfast I went to the open gateway of the enclosure,

and stood there smoking a cigarette and enjoying the freshness

of the early morning.  Moreau presently came round the corner

of the enclosure and greeted me.  He passed by me, and I heard him

behind me unlock and enter his laboratory.  So indurated was I

at that time to the abomination of the place, that I heard without

a touch of emotion the puma victim begin another day of torture.

It met its persecutor with a shriek, almost exactly like that of an

angry virago.


Then suddenly something happened,--I do not know what,

to this day.  I heard a short, sharp cry behind me, a fall,

and turning saw an awful face rushing upon me,--not human,

not animal, but hellish, brown, seamed with red branching scars,

red drops starting out upon it, and the lidless eyes ablaze.

I threw up my arm to defend myself from the blow that flung

me headlong with a broken forearm; and the great monster,

swathed in lint and with red-stained bandages fluttering about it,

leapt over me and passed.  I rolled over and over down the beach,

tried to sit up, and collapsed upon my broken arm.  Then Moreau appeared,

his massive white face all the more terrible for the blood that

trickled from his forehead.  He carried a revolver in one hand.

He scarcely glanced at me, but rushed off at once in pursuit of

the puma.


I tried the other arm and sat up.  The muffled figure in front ran

in great striding leaps along the beach, and Moreau followed her.

She turned her head and saw him, then doubling abruptly made

for the bushes.  She gained upon him at every stride.  I saw her

plunge into them, and Moreau, running slantingly to intercept her,

fired and missed as she disappeared.  Then he too vanished

in the green confusion.  I stared after them, and then the pain

in my arm flamed up, and with a groan I staggered to my feet.

Montgomery appeared in the doorway, dressed, and with his revolver in

his hand.


"Great God, Prendick!" he said, not noticing that I was hurt,

"that brute's loose!  Tore the fetter out of the wall!

Have you seen them?"  Then sharply, seeing I gripped my arm,

"What's the matter?"


"I was standing in the doorway," said I.


He came forward and took my arm.  "Blood on the sleeve,"

said he, and rolled back the flannel.  He pocketed his weapon,

felt my arm about painfully, and led me inside.  "Your arm

is broken," he said, and then, "Tell me exactly how it

happened--what happened?"


I told him what I had seen; told him in broken sentences,

with gasps of pain between them, and very dexterously and swiftly

he bound my arm meanwhile.  He slung it from my shoulder,

stood back and looked at me.


"You'll do," he said.  "And now?"


He thought.  Then he went out and locked the gates of the enclosure.

He was absent some time.


I was chiefly concerned about my arm.  The incident seemed merely

one more of many horrible things.  I sat down in the deck chair,

and I must admit swore heartily at the island.  The first dull

feeling of injury in my arm had already given way to a burning pain

when Montgomery reappeared.  His face was rather pale, and he showed

more of his lower gums than ever.


"I can neither see nor hear anything of him," he said.

"I've been thinking he may want my help."  He stared at me with

his expressionless eyes.  "That was a strong brute," he said.

"It simply wrenched its fetter out of the wall."  He went to the window,

then to the door, and there turned to me.  "I shall go after him,"

he said.  "There's another revolver I can leave with you.

To tell you the truth, I feel anxious somehow."


He obtained the weapon, and put it ready to my hand on the table;

then went out, leaving a restless contagion in the air.

I did not sit long after he left, but took the revolver in hand and went

to the doorway.


The morning was as still as death.  Not a whisper of wind was stirring;

the sea was like polished glass, the sky empty, the beach desolate.

In my half-excited, half-feverish state, this stillness of things

oppressed me.  I tried to whistle, and the tune died away.

I swore again,--the second time that morning.  Then I went to the corner

of the enclosure and stared inland at the green bush that had

swallowed up Moreau and Montgomery.  When would they return, and how?

Then far away up the beach a little grey Beast Man appeared,

ran down to the water's edge and began splashing about.

I strolled back to the doorway, then to the corner again,

and so began pacing to and fro like a sentinel upon duty.

Once I was arrested by the distant voice of Montgomery bawling,

"Coo-ee--Moreau!"  My arm became less painful, but very hot.

I got feverish and thirsty.  My shadow grew shorter.

I watched the distant figure until it went away again.  Would Moreau

and Montgomery never return?  Three sea-birds began fighting for some

stranded treasure.


Then from far away behind the enclosure I heard a pistol-shot. A

long silence, and then came another.  Then a yelling cry nearer,

and another dismal gap of silence.  My unfortunate imagination

set to work to torment me.  Then suddenly a shot close by.

I went to the corner, startled, and saw Montgomery,--his face scarlet,

his hair disordered, and the knee of his trousers torn.

His face expressed profound consternation.  Behind him slouched

the Beast Man, M'ling, and round M'ling's jaws were some queer

dark stains.


"Has he come?" said Montgomery.


"Moreau?" said I. "No."


"My God!"  The man was panting, almost sobbing.  "Go back in," he said,

taking my arm.  "They're mad.  They're all rushing about mad.  What can

have happened?  I don't know.  I'll tell you, when my breath comes.

Where's some brandy?"


Montgomery limped before me into the room and sat down in the deck chair.

M'ling flung himself down just outside the doorway and began

panting like a dog.  I got Montgomery some brandy-and-water. He

sat staring in front of him at nothing, recovering his breath.

After some minutes he began to tell me what had happened.


He had followed their track for some way.  It was plain enough at

first on account of the crushed and broken bushes, white rags torn

from the puma's bandages, and occasional smears of blood on the leaves

of the shrubs and undergrowth.  He lost the track, however, on the stony

ground beyond the stream where I had seen the Beast Man drinking,

and went wandering aimlessly westward shouting Moreau's name.

Then M'ling had come to him carrying a light hatchet.  M'ling had seen

nothing of the puma affair; had been felling wood, and heard him calling.

They went on shouting together.  Two Beast Men came crouching

and peering at them through the undergrowth, with gestures and a

furtive carriage that alarmed Montgomery by their strangeness.

He hailed them, and they fled guiltily.  He stopped shouting

after that, and after wandering some time farther in an undecided way,

determined to visit the huts.


He found the ravine deserted.


Growing more alarmed every minute, he began to retrace his steps.

Then it was he encountered the two Swine-men I had seen dancing

on the night of my arrival; blood-stained they were about the mouth,

and intensely excited.  They came crashing through the ferns,

and stopped with fierce faces when they saw him.  He cracked his whip

in some trepidation, and forthwith they rushed at him.  Never before

had a Beast Man dared to do that.  One he shot through the head;

M'ling flung himself upon the other, and the two rolled grappling.

M'ling got his brute under and with his teeth in its throat,

and Montgomery shot that too as it struggled in M'ling's grip.

He had some difficulty in inducing M'ling to come on with him.

Thence they had hurried back to me.  On the way, M'ling had suddenly

rushed into a thicket and driven out an under-sized Ocelot-man,

also blood-stained, and lame through a wound in the foot.

This brute had run a little way and then turned savagely at bay,

and Montgomery--with a certain wantonness, I thought--had shot



"What does it all mean?" said I.


He shook his head, and turned once more to the brandy.








WHEN I saw Montgomery swallow a third dose of brandy, I took it

upon myself to interfere.  He was already more than half fuddled.

I told him that some serious thing must have happened to

Moreau by this time, or he would have returned before this,

and that it behoved us to ascertain what that catastrophe was.

Montgomery raised some feeble objections, and at last agreed.

We had some food, and then all three of us started.


It is possibly due to the tension of my mind, at the time,

but even now that start into the hot stillness of the tropical

afternoon is a singularly vivid impression.  M'ling went first,

his shoulder hunched, his strange black head moving with quick

starts as he peered first on this side of the way and then on that.

He was unarmed; his axe he had dropped when he encountered

the Swine-man. Teeth were _his_ weapons, when it came to fighting.

Montgomery followed with stumbling footsteps, his hands in his pockets,

his face downcast; he was in a state of muddled sullenness

with me on account of the brandy.  My left arm was in a sling

(it was lucky it was my left), and I carried my revolver in my right.

Soon we traced a narrow path through the wild luxuriance of

the island, going northwestward; and presently M'ling stopped,

and became rigid with watchfulness.  Montgomery almost staggered

into him, and then stopped too.  Then, listening intently,

we heard coming through the trees the sound of voices and footsteps

approaching us.


"He is dead," said a deep, vibrating voice.


"He is not dead; he is not dead," jabbered another.


"We saw, we saw," said several voices.


"Hullo!" suddenly shouted Montgomery, "Hullo, there!"


"Confound you!" said I, and gripped my pistol.


There was a silence, then a crashing among the interlacing vegetation,

first here, then there, and then half-a-dozen faces appeared,--strange

faces, lit by a strange light.  M'ling made a growling

noise in his throat.  I recognised the Ape-man: I had indeed

already identified his voice, and two of the white-swathed

brown-featured creatures I had seen in Montgomery's boat.

With these were the two dappled brutes and that grey, horribly crooked

creature who said the Law, with grey hair streaming down its cheeks,

heavy grey eyebrows, and grey locks pouring off from a central

parting upon its sloping forehead,--a heavy, faceless thing,

with strange red eyes, looking at us curiously from amidst

the green.


For a space no one spoke.  Then Montgomery hiccoughed, "Who--said

he was dead?"


The Monkey-man looked guiltily at the hairy-grey Thing.  "He is dead,"

said this monster.  "They saw."


There was nothing threatening about this detachment, at any rate.

They seemed awestricken and puzzled.


"Where is he?" said Montgomery.


"Beyond," and the grey creature pointed.


"Is there a Law now?" asked the Monkey-man. "Is it still to be this

and that?  Is he dead indeed?"


"Is there a Law?" repeated the man in white.  "Is there a Law,

thou Other with the Whip?"


"He is dead," said the hairy-grey Thing.  And they all stood

watching us.


"Prendick," said Montgomery, turning his dull eyes to me.

"He's dead, evidently."


I had been standing behind him during this colloquy.

I began to see how things lay with them.  I suddenly stepped in front

of Montgomery and lifted up my voice:--"Children of the Law,"

I said, "he is _not_ dead!"  M'ling turned his sharp eyes on me.

"He has changed his shape; he has changed his body," I went on.

"For a time you will not see him.  He is--there," I pointed upward,

"where he can watch you.  You cannot see him, but he can see you.

Fear the Law!"


I looked at them squarely.  They flinched.


"He is great, he is good," said the Ape-man, peering fearfully

upward among the dense trees.


"And the other Thing?"  I demanded.


"The Thing that bled, and ran screaming and sobbing,--that is dead too,"

said the grey Thing, still regarding me.


"That's well," grunted Montgomery.


"The Other with the Whip--" began the grey Thing.


"Well?" said I.


"Said he was dead."


But Montgomery was still sober enough to understand my motive in denying

Moreau's death.  "He is not dead," he said slowly, "not dead at all.

No more dead than I am."


"Some," said I, "have broken the Law:  they will die.  Some have died.

Show us now where his old body lies,--the body he cast away because

he had no more need of it."


"It is this way, Man who walked in the Sea," said the grey Thing.


And with these six creatures guiding us, we went through the tumult

of ferns and creepers and tree-stems towards the northwest.

Then came a yelling, a crashing among the branches, and a little

pink homunculus rushed by us shrieking.  Immediately after appeared

a monster in headlong pursuit, blood-bedabbled, who was amongst us

almost before he could stop his career.  The grey Thing leapt aside.

M'ling, with a snarl, flew at it, and was struck aside.  Montgomery fired

and missed, bowed his head, threw up his arm, and turned to run.

I fired, and the Thing still came on; fired again, point-blank, into

its ugly face.  I saw its features vanish in a flash:  its face was

driven in.  Yet it passed me, gripped Montgomery, and holding him,

fell headlong beside him and pulled him sprawling upon itself in its



I found myself alone with M'ling, the dead brute, and the prostrate man.

Montgomery raised himself slowly and stared in a muddled way at

the shattered Beast Man beside him.  It more than half sobered him.

He scrambled to his feet.  Then I saw the grey Thing returning cautiously

through the trees.


"See," said I, pointing to the dead brute, "is the Law not alive?

This came of breaking the Law."


He peered at the body.  "He sends the Fire that kills,"

said he, in his deep voice, repeating part of the Ritual.

The others gathered round and stared for a space.


At last we drew near the westward extremity of the island.

We came upon the gnawed and mutilated body of the puma,

its shoulder-bone smashed by a bullet, and perhaps twenty yards

farther found at last what we sought.  Moreau lay face downward

in a trampled space in a canebrake.  One hand was almost severed

at the wrist and his silvery hair was dabbled in blood.

His head had been battered in by the fetters of the puma.

The broken canes beneath him were smeared with blood.

His revolver we could not find.  Montgomery turned him over.

Resting at intervals, and with the help of the seven Beast People

(for he was a heavy man), we carried Moreau back to the enclosure.

The night was darkling.  Twice we heard unseen creatures howling

and shrieking past our little band, and once the little pink

sloth-creature appeared and stared at us, and vanished again.

But we were not attacked again.  At the gates of the enclosure

our company of Beast People left us, M'ling going with the rest.

We locked ourselves in, and then took Moreau's mangled

body into the yard and laid it upon a pile of brushwood.

Then we went into the laboratory and put an end to all we found living









WHEN this was accomplished, and we had washed and eaten,

Montgomery and I went into my little room and seriously discussed

our position for the first time.  It was then near midnight.

He was almost sober, but greatly disturbed in his mind.

He had been strangely under the influence of Moreau's personality:

I do not think it had ever occurred to him that Moreau could die.

This disaster was the sudden collapse of the habits that had become part of

his nature in the ten or more monotonous years he had spent on the island.

He talked vaguely, answered my questions crookedly, wandered into

general questions.


"This silly ass of a world," he said; "what a muddle it all is!

I haven't had any life.  I wonder when it's going to begin.

Sixteen years being bullied by nurses and schoolmasters at

their own sweet will; five in London grinding hard at medicine,

bad food, shabby lodgings, shabby clothes, shabby vice, a blunder,--I

didn't know any better,--and hustled off to this beastly island.

Ten years here!  What's it all for, Prendick?  Are we bubbles blown by

a baby?"


It was hard to deal with such ravings.  "The thing we have to think

of now," said I, "is how to get away from this island."


"What's the good of getting away?  I'm an outcast.

Where am _I_ to join on?  It's all very well for _you_, Prendick.

Poor old Moreau!  We can't leave him here to have his bones picked.

As it is--And besides, what will become of the decent part of the

Beast Folk?"


"Well," said I, "that will do to-morrow. I've been thinking we might make

the brushwood into a pyre and burn his body--and those other things.

Then what will happen with the Beast Folk?"


"_I_ don't know.  I suppose those that were made of beasts of prey will

make silly asses of themselves sooner or later.  We can't massacre

the lot--can we?  I suppose that's what _your_ humanity would suggest?

But they'll change.  They are sure to change."


He talked thus inconclusively until at last I felt my temper going.


"Damnation!" he exclaimed at some petulance of mine; "can't you see I'm

in a worse hole than you are?"  And he got up, and went for the brandy.

"Drink!" he said returning, "you logic-chopping, chalky-faced saint

of an atheist, drink!"


"Not I," said I, and sat grimly watching his face under the yellow

paraffine flare, as he drank himself into a garrulous misery.


I have a memory of infinite tedium.  He wandered into a maudlin

defence of the Beast People and of M'ling. M'ling, he said,

was the only thing that had ever really cared for him.

And suddenly an idea came to him.


"I'm damned!" said he, staggering to his feet and clutching

the brandy bottle.


By some flash of intuition I knew what it was he intended.

"You don't give drink to that beast!"  I said, rising and facing him.


"Beast!" said he.  "You're the beast.  He takes his liquor

like a Christian.  Come out of the way, Prendick!"


"For God's sake," said I.


"Get--out of the way!" he roared, and suddenly whipped out his revolver.


"Very well," said I, and stood aside, half-minded to fall upon him

as he put his hand upon the latch, but deterred by the thought

of my useless arm.  "You've made a beast of yourself,--to the beasts

you may go."


He flung the doorway open, and stood half facing me between

the yellow lamp-light and the pallid glare of the moon;

his eye-sockets were blotches of black under his stubbly eyebrows.


"You're a solemn prig, Prendick, a silly ass!  You're always fearing

and fancying.  We're on the edge of things.  I'm bound to cut my

throat to-morrow. I'm going to have a damned Bank Holiday to-night."

He turned and went out into the moonlight.  "M'ling!" he cried;

"M'ling, old friend!"


Three dim creatures in the silvery light came along the edge

of the wan beach,--one a white-wrapped creature, the other two

blotches of blackness following it.  They halted, staring.

Then I saw M'ling's hunched shoulders as he came round the corner

of the house.


"Drink!" cried Montgomery, "drink, you brutes!  Drink and be men!

Damme, I'm the cleverest.  Moreau forgot this; this is the last touch.

Drink, I tell you!"  And waving the bottle in his hand he started

off at a kind of quick trot to the westward, M'ling ranging himself

between him and the three dim creatures who followed.


I went to the doorway.  They were already indistinct in the mist

of the moonlight before Montgomery halted.  I saw him administer

a dose of the raw brandy to M'ling, and saw the five figures melt

into one vague patch.


"Sing!"  I heard Montgomery shout,--"sing all together, 'Confound

old Prendick!'  That's right; now again, 'Confound old Prendick!'"


The black group broke up into five separate figures,

and wound slowly away from me along the band of shining beach.

Each went howling at his own sweet will, yelping insults at me,

or giving whatever other vent this new inspiration of brandy demanded.

Presently I heard Montgomery's voice shouting, "Right turn!"

and they passed with their shouts and howls into the blackness

of the landward trees.  Slowly, very slowly, they receded

into silence.


The peaceful splendour of the night healed again.

The moon was now past the meridian and travelling down the west.

It was at its full, and very bright riding through the empty blue sky.

The shadow of the wall lay, a yard wide and of inky blackness, at my feet.

The eastward sea was a featureless grey, dark and mysterious;

and between the sea and the shadow the grey sands (of volcanic

glass and crystals) flashed and shone like a beach of diamonds.

Behind me the paraffine lamp flared hot and ruddy.


Then I shut the door, locked it, and went into the enclosure where

Moreau lay beside his latest victims,--the staghounds and the llama

and some other wretched brutes,--with his massive face calm even

after his terrible death, and with the hard eyes open, staring at

the dead white moon above.  I sat down upon the edge of the sink,

and with my eyes upon that ghastly pile of silvery light and ominous

shadows began to turn over my plans.  In the morning I would gather

some provisions in the dingey, and after setting fire to the pyre

before me, push out into the desolation of the high sea once more.

I felt that for Montgomery there was no help; that he was, in truth,

half akin to these Beast Folk, unfitted for human kindred.


I do not know how long I sat there scheming.  It must have been

an hour or so.  Then my planning was interrupted by the return of

Montgomery to my neighbourhood.  I heard a yelling from many throats,

a tumult of exultant cries passing down towards the beach,

whooping and howling, and excited shrieks that seemed to come to a stop

near the water's edge.  The riot rose and fell; I heard heavy blows

and the splintering smash of wood, but it did not trouble me then.

A discordant chanting began.


My thoughts went back to my means of escape.  I got up, brought the lamp,

and went into a shed to look at some kegs I had seen there.

Then I became interested in the contents of some biscuit-tins, and

opened one.  I saw something out of the tail of my eye,--a red

figure,--and turned sharply.


Behind me lay the yard, vividly black-and-white in the moonlight,

and the pile of wood and faggots on which Moreau and his mutilated

victims lay, one over another.  They seemed to be gripping one another

in one last revengeful grapple.  His wounds gaped, black as night,

and the blood that had dripped lay in black patches upon the sand.

Then I saw, without understanding, the cause of my phantom,--a

ruddy glow that came and danced and went upon the wall opposite.

I misinterpreted this, fancied it was a reflection of my

flickering lamp, and turned again to the stores in the shed.

I went on rummaging among them, as well as a one-armed man could,

finding this convenient thing and that, and putting them

aside for to-morrow's launch.  My movements were slow,

and the time passed quickly.  Insensibly the daylight crept

upon me.


The chanting died down, giving place to a clamour; then it

began again, and suddenly broke into a tumult.  I heard cries of,

"More! more!" a sound like quarrelling, and a sudden wild shriek.

The quality of the sounds changed so greatly that it arrested

my attention.  I went out into the yard and listened.

Then cutting like a knife across the confusion came the crack of

a revolver.


I rushed at once through my room to the little doorway.

As I did so I heard some of the packing-cases behind me go sliding down

and smash together with a clatter of glass on the floor of the shed.

But I did not heed these.  I flung the door open and looked out.


Up the beach by the boathouse a bonfire was burning, raining up

sparks into the indistinctness of the dawn.  Around this struggled

a mass of black figures.  I heard Montgomery call my name.

I began to run at once towards this fire, revolver in hand.  I saw the pink

tongue of Montgomery's pistol lick out once, close to the ground.

He was down.  I shouted with all my strength and fired into the air.

I heard some one cry, "The Master!"  The knotted black struggle

broke into scattering units, the fire leapt and sank down.

The crowd of Beast People fled in sudden panic before me, up the beach.

In my excitement I fired at their retreating backs as they

disappeared among the bushes.  Then I turned to the black heaps upon

the ground.


Montgomery lay on his back, with the hairy-grey Beast-man

sprawling across his body.  The brute was dead, but still

gripping Montgomery's throat with its curving claws.

Near by lay M'ling on his face and quite still, his neck bitten

open and the upper part of the smashed brandy-bottle in his hand.

Two other figures lay near the fire,--the one motionless, the other

groaning fitfully, every now and then raising its head slowly,

then dropping it again.


I caught hold of the grey man and pulled him off Montgomery's body;

his claws drew down the torn coat reluctantly as I dragged him away.

Montgomery was dark in the face and scarcely breathing.  I splashed

sea-water on his face and pillowed his head on my rolled-up coat.

M'ling was dead.  The wounded creature by the fire--it was a Wolf-brute

with a bearded grey face--lay, I found, with the fore part of its

body upon the still glowing timber.  The wretched thing was injured

so dreadfully that in mercy I blew its brains out at once.

The other brute was one of the Bull-men swathed in white.

He too was dead.  The rest of the Beast People had vanished from

the beach.


I went to Montgomery again and knelt beside him, cursing my ignorance

of medicine.  The fire beside me had sunk down, and only charred

beams of timber glowing at the central ends and mixed with a grey

ash of brushwood remained.  I wondered casually where Montgomery

had got his wood.  Then I saw that the dawn was upon us.

The sky had grown brighter, the setting moon was becoming pale

and opaque in the luminous blue of the day.  The sky to the eastward

was rimmed with red.


Suddenly I heard a thud and a hissing behind me, and, looking round,

sprang to my feet with a cry of horror.  Against the warm dawn

great tumultuous masses of black smoke were boiling up out of

the enclosure, and through their stormy darkness shot flickering

threads of blood-red flame.  Then the thatched roof caught.

I saw the curving charge of the flames across the sloping straw.

A spurt of fire jetted from the window of my room.


I knew at once what had happened.  I remembered the crash I had heard.

When I had rushed out to Montgomery's assistance, I had overturned

the lamp.


The hopelessness of saving any of the contents of the enclosure

stared me in the face.  My mind came back to my plan of flight,

and turning swiftly I looked to see where the two boats lay upon

the beach.  They were gone!  Two axes lay upon the sands beside me;

chips and splinters were scattered broadcast, and the ashes

of the bonfire were blackening and smoking under the dawn.

Montgomery had burnt the boats to revenge himself upon me and prevent our

return to mankind!


A sudden convulsion of rage shook me.  I was almost moved to batter

his foolish head in, as he lay there helpless at my feet.

Then suddenly his hand moved, so feebly, so pitifully, that my

wrath vanished.  He groaned, and opened his eyes for a minute.

I knelt down beside him and raised his head.  He opened his

eyes again, staring silently at the dawn, and then they met mine.

The lids fell.


"Sorry," he said presently, with an effort.  He seemed trying to think.

"The last," he murmured, "the last of this silly universe.

What a mess--"


I listened.  His head fell helplessly to one side.  I thought some drink

might revive him; but there was neither drink nor vessel in which to

bring drink at hand.  He seemed suddenly heavier.  My heart went cold.

I bent down to his face, put my hand through the rent in his blouse.

He was dead; and even as he died a line of white heat, the limb

of the sun, rose eastward beyond the projection of the bay,

splashing its radiance across the sky and turning the dark sea into

a weltering tumult of dazzling light.  It fell like a glory upon his

death-shrunken face.


I let his head fall gently upon the rough pillow I had made for him,

and stood up.  Before me was the glittering desolation of the sea,

the awful solitude upon which I had already suffered so much; behind me

the island, hushed under the dawn, its Beast People silent and unseen.

The enclosure, with all its provisions and ammunition, burnt noisily,

with sudden gusts of flame, a fitful crackling, and now and then a crash.

The heavy smoke drove up the beach away from me, rolling low

over the distant tree-tops towards the huts in the ravine.

Beside me were the charred vestiges of the boats and these five

dead bodies.


Then out of the bushes came three Beast People, with hunched shoulders,

protruding heads, misshapen hands awkwardly held, and inquisitive,

unfriendly eyes and advanced towards me with hesitating gestures.








I FACED these people, facing my fate in them, single-handed

now,--literally single-handed, for I had a broken arm.  In my pocket was

a revolver with two empty chambers.  Among the chips scattered about

the beach lay the two axes that had been used to chop up the boats.

The tide was creeping in behind me.  There was nothing for it but

courage.  I looked squarely into the faces of the advancing monsters.

They avoided my eyes, and their quivering nostrils investigated

the bodies that lay beyond me on the beach.  I took half-a-dozen steps,

picked up the blood-stained whip that lay beneath the body

of the Wolf-man, and cracked it.  They stopped and stared

at me.


"Salute!" said I. "Bow down!"


They hesitated.  One bent his knees.  I repeated my command,

with my heart in my mouth, and advanced upon them.  One knelt,

then the other two.


I turned and walked towards the dead bodies, keeping my face

towards the three kneeling Beast Men, very much as an actor passing

up the stage faces the audience.


"They broke the Law," said I, putting my foot on the Sayer of the Law.

"They have been slain,--even the Sayer of the Law; even the Other with

the Whip.  Great is the Law!  Come and see."


"None escape," said one of them, advancing and peering.


"None escape," said I. "Therefore hear and do as I command."

They stood up, looking questioningly at one another.


"Stand there," said I.


I picked up the hatchets and swung them by their heads from

the sling of my arm; turned Montgomery over; picked up his revolver

still loaded in two chambers, and bending down to rummage,

found half-a-dozen cartridges in his pocket.


"Take him," said I, standing up again and pointing with the whip;

"take him, and carry him out and cast him into the sea."


They came forward, evidently still afraid of Montgomery,

but still more afraid of my cracking red whip-lash; and after

some fumbling and hesitation, some whip-cracking and shouting,

they lifted him gingerly, carried him down to the beach, and went

splashing into the dazzling welter of the sea.


"On!" said I, "on!  Carry him far."


They went in up to their armpits and stood regarding me.


"Let go," said I; and the body of Montgomery vanished with a splash.

Something seemed to tighten across my chest.


"Good!" said I, with a break in my voice; and they came back,

hurrying and fearful, to the margin of the water, leaving long

wakes of black in the silver.  At the water's edge they stopped,

turning and glaring into the sea as though they presently expected

Montgomery to arise therefrom and exact vengeance.


"Now these," said I, pointing to the other bodies.


They took care not to approach the place where they had thrown

Montgomery into the water, but instead, carried the four dead

Beast People slantingly along the beach for perhaps a hundred

yards before they waded out and cast them away.


As I watched them disposing of the mangled remains of M'ling, I

heard a light footfall behind me, and turning quickly saw the big

Hyena-swine perhaps a dozen yards away.  His head was bent down,

his bright eyes were fixed upon me, his stumpy hands clenched

and held close by his side.  He stopped in this crouching attitude

when I turned, his eyes a little averted.


For a moment we stood eye to eye.  I dropped the whip and snatched

at the pistol in my pocket; for I meant to kill this brute, the most

formidable of any left now upon the island, at the first excuse.

It may seem treacherous, but so I was resolved.  I was far

more afraid of him than of any other two of the Beast Folk.

His continued life was I knew a threat against mine.


I was perhaps a dozen seconds collecting myself.  Then cried I, "Salute!

Bow down!"


His teeth flashed upon me in a snarl.  "Who are _you_ that I should--"


Perhaps a little too spasmodically I drew my revolver, aimed quickly

and fired.  I heard him yelp, saw him run sideways and turn, knew I

had missed, and clicked back the cock with my thumb for the next shot.

But he was already running headlong, jumping from side to side,

and I dared not risk another miss.  Every now and then he looked

back at me over his shoulder.  He went slanting along the beach,

and vanished beneath the driving masses of dense smoke that were

still pouring out from the burning enclosure.  For some time I

stood staring after him.  I turned to my three obedient Beast Folk

again and signalled them to drop the body they still carried.

Then I went back to the place by the fire where the bodies had fallen

and kicked the sand until all the brown blood-stains were absorbed

and hidden.


I dismissed my three serfs with a wave of the hand, and went up

the beach into the thickets.  I carried my pistol in my hand,

my whip thrust with the hatchets in the sling of my arm.

I was anxious to be alone, to think out the position in which I

was now placed.  A dreadful thing that I was only beginning

to realise was, that over all this island there was now no safe

place where I could be alone and secure to rest or sleep.

I had recovered strength amazingly since my landing, but I was still

inclined to be nervous and to break down under any great stress.

I felt that I ought to cross the island and establish myself

with the Beast People, and make myself secure in their confidence.

But my heart failed me.  I went back to the beach, and turning

eastward past the burning enclosure, made for a point where a shallow

spit of coral sand ran out towards the reef.  Here I could sit down

and think, my back to the sea and my face against any surprise.

And there I sat, chin on knees, the sun beating down upon my head

and unspeakable dread in my mind, plotting how I could live on against

the hour of my rescue (if ever rescue came). I tried to review the whole

situation as calmly as I could, but it was difficult to clear the thing

of emotion.


I began turning over in my mind the reason of Montgomery's despair.

"They will change," he said; "they are sure to change."  And Moreau,

what was it that Moreau had said?  "The stubborn beast-flesh grows

day by day back again."  Then I came round to the Hyena-swine. I

felt sure that if I did not kill that brute, he would kill me.

The Sayer of the Law was dead:  worse luck.  They knew now that we

of the Whips could be killed even as they themselves were killed.

Were they peering at me already out of the green masses of ferns

and palms over yonder, watching until I came within their spring?

Were they plotting against me?  What was the Hyena-swine telling them?

My imagination was running away with me into a morass of unsubstantial



My thoughts were disturbed by a crying of sea-birds hurrying

towards some black object that had been stranded by the waves

on the beach near the enclosure.  I knew what that object was,

but I had not the heart to go back and drive them off.

I began walking along the beach in the opposite direction,

designing to come round the eastward corner of the island and so

approach the ravine of the huts, without traversing the possible

ambuscades of the thickets.


Perhaps half a mile along the beach I became aware of one of my three

Beast Folk advancing out of the landward bushes towards me.  I was now

so nervous with my own imaginings that I immediately drew my revolver.

Even the propitiatory gestures of the creature failed to disarm me.

He hesitated as he approached.


"Go away!" cried I.


There was something very suggestive of a dog in the cringing attitude

of the creature.  It retreated a little way, very like a dog being

sent home, and stopped, looking at me imploringly with canine

brown eyes.


"Go away," said I. "Do not come near me."


"May I not come near you?" it said.


"No; go away," I insisted, and snapped my whip.  Then putting

my whip in my teeth, I stooped for a stone, and with that threat

drove the creature away.


So in solitude I came round by the ravine of the Beast People,

and hiding among the weeds and reeds that separated this

crevice from the sea I watched such of them as appeared,

trying to judge from their gestures and appearance how the death

of Moreau and Montgomery and the destruction of the House of Pain

had affected them.  I know now the folly of my cowardice.

Had I kept my courage up to the level of the dawn, had I not

allowed it to ebb away in solitary thought, I might have grasped

the vacant sceptre of Moreau and ruled over the Beast People.

As it was I lost the opportunity, and sank to the position of a mere

leader among my fellows.


Towards noon certain of them came and squatted basking in the hot sand.

The imperious voices of hunger and thirst prevailed over my dread.

I came out of the bushes, and, revolver in hand, walked down towards

these seated figures.  One, a Wolf-woman, turned her head and stared

at me, and then the others.  None attempted to rise or salute me.

I felt too faint and weary to insist, and I let the moment pass.


"I want food," said I, almost apologetically, and drawing near.


"There is food in the huts," said an Ox-boar-man, drowsily,

and looking away from me.


I passed them, and went down into the shadow and odours of the almost

deserted ravine.  In an empty hut I feasted on some specked

and half-decayed fruit; and then after I had propped some branches

and sticks about the opening, and placed myself with my face

towards it and my hand upon my revolver, the exhaustion of the last

thirty hours claimed its own, and I fell into a light slumber,

hoping that the flimsy barricade I had erected would cause

sufficient noise in its removal to save me from surprise.








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