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The
bole
,
which
I
now
saw
for
the
first
time
,
was
shaggy
with
little
rootlet
hairs
,
It
would
have
been
almost
spherical
but
for
three
bluntly
tapered
projections
extending
from
the
lower
part
.
Supported
on
these
,
the
main
body
was
lifted
about
a
foot
clear
of
the
ground
.
When
it
"
walked
"
it
moved
rather
like
a
man
on
crutches
.
Two
of
the
blunt
"
legs
"
slid
forward
,
then
the
whole
thing
lurched
as
the
rear
one
drew
almost
level
with
them
,
then
the
two
in
front
slid
forward
again
.
At
each
"
step
"
the
long
stem
whipped
violently
back
and
forth
;
it
gave
one
a
kind
of
seasick
feeling
to
watch
it
.
As
a
method
of
progress
it
looked
both
strenuous
and
clumsy
—
faintly
reminiscent
of
young
elephants
at
play
.
One
felt
that
if
it
were
to
go
on
lurching
for
long
in
that
fashion
it
would
be
bound
to
strip
all
its
leaves
if
it
did
not
actually
break
its
stem
.
Nevertheless
,
ungainly
though
it
looked
,
it
was
contriving
to
cover
the
round
at
something
like
an
average
walking
pace
.
That
was
about
all
I
had
time
to
see
before
the
battleship
launching
began
.
It
was
not
a
lot
,
but
it
was
enough
to
incite
an
investigating
spirit
in
a
boy
.
For
if
that
thing
in
Ecuador
could
do
a
trick
like
that
,
why
not
the
one
in
our
garden
?
Admittedly
ours
was
a
good
deal
smaller
,
but
it
did
look
the
same
.
About
ten
minutes
after
I
got
home
I
was
digging
round
our
triffid
.
carefully
loosening
the
earth
near
it
to
encourage
it
to
"
walk
.
"
Unfortunately
there
was
an
aspect
of
this
self
-
propelled
plant
discovery
which
the
newsreel
people
either
had
not
experienced
or
had
chosen
for
some
reason
of
their
own
not
to
reveal
.
There
was
no
warning
,
either
.
I
was
bending
down
,
intent
on
clearing
the
earth
without
harming
the
plant
,
when
something
from
nowhere
hit
me
one
terrific
slam
and
knocked
me
out
.
.
.
I
woke
up
to
find
myself
in
bed
,
with
my
mother
,
my
father
,
and
the
doctor
watching
me
anxiously
.
My
head
felt
as
if
it
were
split
open
.
I
was
aching
all
over
,
and
,
as
I
later
discovered
,
one
side
of
my
face
was
decorated
with
a
blotchy
red
raised
weal
,
The
insistent
questions
as
to
how
I
came
to
be
lying
unconscious
in
the
garden
were
quite
useless
;
I
had
no
faintest
idea
what
it
was
that
had
hit
mc
.
And
some
little
time
passed
before
I
learned
that
I
must
have
been
one
of
the
first
persons
in
England
to
be
stung
by
a
triffid
and
get
away
with
it
.
The
triffid
was
,
of
course
,
immature
.
But
before
I
had
fully
recovered
my
father
bad
found
out
what
had
undoubtedly
happened
to
me
,
and
by
the
time
I
went
into
the
garden
again
he
had
wreaked
stern
vengeance
on
our
triffid
and
disposed
of
the
remains
on
a
bonfire
.
Now
that
walking
plants
were
established
facts
,
the
press
lost
its
former
tepidity
and
bathed
them
in
publicity
.
So
a
name
had
to
be
found
for
them
.
Already
there
were
botanists
wallowing
,
after
their
custom
,
in
polysyllabic
dog
Latin
and
Greek
to
produce
variants
on
ambulans
and
pseudopodia
,
but
what
the
newspapers
and
the
public
wanted
was
something
easy
on
the
tongue
and
not
too
heavy
on
the
headlines
for
general
use
.
If
you
could
see
the
papers
of
that
time
you
would
find
them
referring
to
:
TRICHOTS
TRINITS
