Остров доктора Моро
The Reversion of the Beast Folk.
Ithrustthelittleboatdownthebeachandclamberedonboardher.TwoofthebruteswereWolf-beasts,andcameforwardwithquiveringnostrilsandglitteringeyes;thethirdwasthehorriblenondescriptofbearandbull.WhenIsawthemapproachingthosewretchedremains,heardthemsnarlingatoneanotherandcaughtthegleamoftheirteeth,afrantichorrorsucceededmyrepulsion.Iturnedmybackuponthem,struckthelugandbeganpaddlingouttosea.Icouldnotbringmyselftolookbehindme.
Ilay,however,betweenthereefandtheislandthatnight,andthenextmorningwentroundtothestreamandfilledtheemptykegaboardwithwater.Then,withsuchpatienceasIcouldcommand,Icollectedaquantityoffruit,andwaylaidandkilledtworabbitswithmylastthreecartridges.WhileIwasdoingthisIlefttheboatmooredtoaninwardprojectionofthereef,forfearoftheBeastPeople.
