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"
But
that
's
the
story
.
All
the
Kanaka
boys
are
dead
now
;
one
fell
overboard
of
the
launch
,
and
one
died
of
a
wounded
heel
that
he
poisoned
in
some
way
with
plant-juice
.
Three
went
away
in
the
yacht
,
and
I
suppose
and
hope
were
drowned
.
The
other
one
--
was
killed
.
Well
,
I
have
replaced
them
.
Montgomery
went
on
much
as
you
are
disposed
to
do
at
first
,
and
then
--
"
What
became
of
the
other
one
?
"
said
I
,
sharply
,
--
"
the
other
Kanaka
who
was
killed
?
"
"
The
fact
is
,
after
I
had
made
a
number
of
human
creatures
I
made
a
Thing
.
"
He
hesitated
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
I.
"
It
was
killed
.
"
"
I
do
n't
understand
,
"
said
I
;
"
do
you
mean
to
say
--
"
"
It
killed
the
Kanakas
--
yes
.
It
killed
several
other
things
that
it
caught
.
We
chased
it
for
a
couple
of
days
.
It
only
got
loose
by
accident
--
I
never
meant
it
to
get
away
.
It
was
n't
finished
.
It
was
purely
an
experiment
.
It
was
a
limbless
thing
,
with
a
horrible
face
,
that
writhed
along
the
ground
in
a
serpentine
fashion
.
It
was
immensely
strong
,
and
in
infuriating
pain
.
It
lurked
in
the
woods
for
some
days
,
until
we
hunted
it
;
and
then
it
wriggled
into
the
northern
part
of
the
island
,
and
we
divided
the
party
to
close
in
upon
it
.
Montgomery
insisted
upon
coming
with
me
.
The
man
had
a
rifle
;
and
when
his
body
was
found
,
one
of
the
barrels
was
curved
into
the
shape
of
an
S
and
very
nearly
bitten
through
.
Montgomery
shot
the
thing
.
After
that
I
stuck
to
the
ideal
of
humanity
--
except
for
little
things
.
"
He
became
silent
.
I
sat
in
silence
watching
his
face
.
"
So
for
twenty
years
altogether
--
counting
nine
years
in
England
--
I
have
been
going
on
;
and
there
is
still
something
in
everything
I
do
that
defeats
me
,
makes
me
dissatisfied
,
challenges
me
to
further
effort
.
Sometimes
I
rise
above
my
level
,
sometimes
I
fall
below
it
;
but
always
I
fall
short
of
the
things
I
dream
.
The
human
shape
I
can
get
now
,
almost
with
ease
,
so
that
it
is
lithe
and
graceful
,
or
thick
and
strong
;
but
often
there
is
trouble
with
the
hands
and
the
claws
,
--
painful
things
,
that
I
dare
not
shape
too
freely
.
But
it
is
in
the
subtle
grafting
and
reshaping
one
must
needs
do
to
the
brain
that
my
trouble
lies
.
The
intelligence
is
often
oddly
low
,
with
unaccountable
blank
ends
,
unexpected
gaps
.
And
least
satisfactory
of
all
is
something
that
I
can
not
touch
,
somewhere
--
I
can
not
determine
where
--
in
the
seat
of
the
emotions
.
Cravings
,
instincts
,
desires
that
harm
humanity
,
a
strange
hidden
reservoir
to
burst
forth
suddenly
and
inundate
the
whole
being
of
the
creature
with
anger
,
hate
,
or
fear
.
These
creatures
of
mine
seemed
strange
and
uncanny
to
you
so
soon
as
you
began
to
observe
them
;
but
to
me
,
just
after
I
make
them
,
they
seem
to
be
indisputably
human
beings
.
It
's
afterwards
,
as
I
observe
them
,
that
the
persuasion
fades
.
First
one
animal
trait
,
then
another
,
creeps
to
the
surface
and
stares
out
at
me
.
But
I
will
conquer
yet
!
Each
time
I
dip
a
living
creature
into
the
bath
of
burning
pain
,
I
say
,
'
This
time
I
will
burn
out
all
the
animal
;
this
time
I
will
make
a
rational
creature
of
my
own
!
'
After
all
,
what
is
ten
years
?
Men
have
been
a
hundred
thousand
in
the
making
.
"
He
thought
darkly
.
"
But
I
am
drawing
near
the
fastness
.
This
puma
of
mine
--
"
After
a
silence
,
"
And
they
revert
.
