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The
stuccoing
and
other
final
touches
were
added
after
they
moved
into
the
house
,
which
they
had
done
as
soon
as
the
roof
was
on
,
piling
their
boxes
before
the
door
at
night
and
thus
having
a
comparatively
safe
and
comfortable
habitation
.
The
building
of
a
bed
,
chairs
,
table
,
and
shelves
was
a
relatively
easy
matter
,
so
that
by
the
end
of
the
second
month
they
were
well
settled
,
and
,
but
for
the
constant
dread
of
attack
by
wild
beasts
and
the
ever
growing
loneliness
,
they
were
not
uncomfortable
or
unhappy
.
At
night
great
beasts
snarled
and
roared
about
their
tiny
cabin
,
but
,
so
accustomed
may
one
become
to
oft
repeated
noises
,
that
soon
they
paid
little
attention
to
them
,
sleeping
soundly
the
whole
night
through
.
Thrice
had
they
caught
fleeting
glimpses
of
great
man-like
figures
like
that
of
the
first
night
,
but
never
at
sufficiently
close
range
to
know
positively
whether
the
half-seen
forms
were
those
of
man
or
brute
.
The
brilliant
birds
and
the
little
monkeys
had
become
accustomed
to
their
new
acquaintances
,
and
as
they
had
evidently
never
seen
human
beings
before
they
presently
,
after
their
first
fright
had
worn
off
,
approached
closer
and
closer
,
impelled
by
that
strange
curiosity
which
dominates
the
wild
creatures
of
the
forest
and
the
jungle
and
the
plain
,
so
that
within
the
first
month
several
of
the
birds
had
gone
so
far
as
even
to
accept
morsels
of
food
from
the
friendly
hands
of
the
Claytons
.
One
afternoon
,
while
Clayton
was
working
upon
an
addition
to
their
cabin
,
for
he
contemplated
building
several
more
rooms
,
a
number
of
their
grotesque
little
friends
came
shrieking
and
scolding
through
the
trees
from
the
direction
of
the
ridge
.
Ever
as
they
fled
they
cast
fearful
glances
back
of
them
,
and
finally
they
stopped
near
Clayton
jabbering
excitedly
to
him
as
though
to
warn
him
of
approaching
danger
.
At
last
he
saw
it
,
the
thing
the
little
monkeys
so
feared
--
the
man-brute
of
which
the
Claytons
had
caught
occasional
fleeting
glimpses
.
It
was
approaching
through
the
jungle
in
a
semi-erect
position
,
now
and
then
placing
the
backs
of
its
closed
fists
upon
the
ground
--
a
great
anthropoid
ape
,
and
,
as
it
advanced
,
it
emitted
deep
guttural
growls
and
an
occasional
low
barking
sound
.
Clayton
was
at
some
distance
from
the
cabin
,
having
come
to
fell
a
particularly
perfect
tree
for
his
building
operations
.
Grown
careless
from
months
of
continued
safety
,
during
which
time
he
had
seen
no
dangerous
animals
during
the
daylight
hours
,
he
had
left
his
rifles
and
revolvers
all
within
the
little
cabin
,
and
now
that
he
saw
the
great
ape
crashing
through
the
underbrush
directly
toward
him
,
and
from
a
direction
which
practically
cut
him
off
from
escape
,
he
felt
a
vague
little
shiver
play
up
and
down
his
spine
.
He
knew
that
,
armed
only
with
an
ax
,
his
chances
with
this
ferocious
monster
were
small
indeed
--
and
Alice
;
O
God
,
he
thought
,
what
will
become
of
Alice
?
