Остров доктора Моро
The Thing in the Forest.
AtthatIcompletelylostmyheadwithfear,andbeganrunningalongthesand.Forthwiththerecametheswiftpatterofsoftfeetinpursuit.Igaveawildcry,andredoubledmypace.Somedim,blackthingsaboutthreeorfourtimesthesizeofrabbitswentrunningorhoppingupfromthebeachtowardsthebushesasIpassed.
SolongasIlive,Ishallremembertheterrorofthatchase.Irannearthewater’sedge,andheardeverynowandthenthesplashofthefeetthatgaineduponme.Faraway,hopelesslyfar,wastheyellowlight.Allthenightaboutuswasblackandstill.Splash,splash,camethepursuingfeet,nearerandnearer.Ifeltmybreathgoing,forIwasquiteoutoftraining;itwhoopedasIdrewit,andIfeltapainlikeaknifeatmyside.IperceivedtheThingwouldcomeupwithmelongbeforeIreachedtheenclosure,and,desperateandsobbingformybreath,Iwheeledrounduponitandstruckatitasitcameuptome,—struckwithallmystrength.ThestonecameoutoftheslingofthehandkerchiefasIdidso.AsIturned,theThing,whichhadbeenrunningonall-fours,rosetoitsfeet,andthemissilefellfaironitslefttemple.Theskullrangloud,andtheanimal-manblunderedintome,thrustmebackwithitshands,andwentstaggeringpastmetofallheadlonguponthesandwithitsfaceinthewater;andthereitlaystill.
Icouldnotbringmyselftoapproachthatblackheap
