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How the Beast Folk Taste Blood.

           

           Imaginethesceneifyoucan!Wethreeblue-cladmen,withourmisshapenblack-facedattendant,standinginawideexpanseofsunlityellowdustundertheblazingbluesky,andsurroundedbythiscircleofcrouchingandgesticulatingmonstrosities,somealmosthumansaveintheirsubtleexpressionandgestures,somelikecripples,somesostrangelydistortedastoresemblenothingbutthedenizensofourwildestdreams;and,beyond,thereedylinesofacanebrakeinonedirection,adensetangleofpalm-treesontheother,separatingusfromtheravinewiththehuts,andtothenorththehazyhorizonofthePacificOcean.

           "Sixty-two,sixty-three,"countedMoreau."Therearefourmore."

           "IdonotseetheLeopard-man,"saidI.

           PresentlyMoreausoundedthegreathornagain,andatthesoundofitalltheBeastPeoplewrithedandgrovelledinthedust.Then,slinkingoutofthecanebrake,stoopingnearthegroundandtryingtojointhedust-throwingcirclebehindMoreau’sback,cametheLeopard-man.ThelastoftheBeastPeopletoarrivewasthelittleApe-man.Theearlieranimals,hotandwearywiththeirgrovelling,shotviciousglancesathim.

           "Cease!"saidMoreau,inhisfirm,loudvoice;andtheBeastPeoplesatbackupontheirhamsandrestedfromtheirworshipping.

           "WhereistheSayeroftheLaw?"saidMoreau,andthehairy-greymonsterbowedhisfaceinthedust.

           "Saythewords!"saidMoreau.

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