Спрут: Калифорнийская история

           Notuntilhewasbeyondear-shotdidhepause,lookingback,listening.Thenighthadshutdownagain.Foramomentthesilencewasprofound,unbroken.

           Then,faintandprolonged,acrossthelevelsoftheranch,heheardtheenginewhistlingforBonneville.Againandagain,atrapidintervalsinitsflyingcourse,itwhistledforroadcrossings,forsharpcurves,fortrestles;ominousnotes,hoarse,bellowing,ringingwiththeaccentsofmenaceanddefiance;andabruptlyPresleysawagain,inhisimagination,thegallopingmonster,theterrorofsteelandsteam,withitssingleeye,cyclopean,red,shootingfromhorizontohorizon;butsawitnowasthesymbolofavastpower,huge,terrible,flingingtheechoofitsthunderoverallthereachesofthevalley,leavingbloodanddestructioninitspath;theleviathan,withtentaclesofsteelclutchingintothesoil,thesoullessForce,theiron-heartedPower,themonster,theColossus,theOctopus.