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It was Dreadful in the Forest

           Thatthesemonstersshouldteareachothertopieceswasapartofthestrangestruggleforexistence,butthattheyshouldturnuponmodernman,thattheyshoulddeliberatelytrackandhuntdownthepredominanthuman,wasastaggeringandfearsomethought.Irememberedagaintheblood-beslobberedfacewhichwehadseenintheglareofLordJohn’storch,likesomehorriblevisionfromthedeepestcircleofDante’shell.Withmykneesshakingbeneathme,Istoodandglaredwithstartingeyesdownthemoonlitpathwhichlaybehindme.Allwasquietasinadreamlandscape.SilverclearingsandtheblackpatchesofthebushesnothingelsecouldIsee.Thenfromoutofthesilence,imminentandthreatening,therecameoncemorethatlow,throatycroaking,farlouderandcloserthanbefore.Therecouldnolongerbeadoubt.Somethingwasonmytrail,andwasclosinginuponmeeveryminute.

           Istoodlikeamanparalyzed,stillstaringatthegroundwhichIhadtraversed.ThensuddenlyIsawit.TherewasmovementamongthebushesatthefarendoftheclearingwhichIhadjusttraversed.Agreatdarkshadowdisengageditselfandhoppedoutintotheclearmoonlight.Isay"hopped"advisedly,forthebeastmovedlikeakangaroo,springingalonginanerectpositionuponitspowerfulhindlegs,whileitsfrontoneswereheldbentinfrontofit.Itwasofenormoussizeandpower,likeanerectelephant,butitsmovements,inspiteofitsbulk,wereexceedinglyalert.

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