Острів доктора Моро
How the Beast Folk Taste Blood.
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"Iwasasillyass,"saidMontgomery."Butthething’sdonenow;andyousaidImighthavethem,youknow."
"Wemustseetothethingatonce,"saidMoreau."Isupposeifanythingshouldturnup,M’lingcantakecareofhimself?"
"I’mnotsosureofM’ling,"saidMontgomery."IthinkIoughttoknowhim."
Intheafternoon,Moreau,Montgomery,myself,andM’lingwentacrosstheislandtothehutsintheravine.Wethreewerearmed;M’lingcarriedthelittlehatchetheusedinchoppingfirewood,andsomecoilsofwire.Moreauhadahugecowherd’shornslungoverhisshoulder.
"YouwillseeagatheringoftheBeastPeople,"saidMontgomery."Itisaprettysight!"
Moreausaidnotawordontheway,buttheexpressionofhisheavy,white-fringedfacewasgrimlyset.
Wecrossedtheravinedownwhichsmokedthestreamofhotwater,andfollowedthewindingpathwaythroughthecanebrakesuntilwereachedawideareacoveredoverwithathick,powderyyellowsubstancewhichIbelievewassulphur.Abovetheshoulderofaweedybanktheseaglittered.Wecametoakindofshallownaturalamphitheatre,andherethefourofushalted.ThenMoreausoundedthehorn,andbrokethesleepingstillnessofthetropicalafternoon.Hemusthavehadstronglungs.Thehootingnoteroseandroseamidstitsechoes,toatlastanear-penetratingintensity.