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Immediately
there
was
a
crashing
through
the
yellow
canes
,
and
a
sound
of
voices
from
the
dense
green
jungle
that
marked
the
morass
through
which
I
had
run
on
the
previous
day
.
Then
at
three
or
four
points
on
the
edge
of
the
sulphurous
area
appeared
the
grotesque
forms
of
the
Beast
People
hurrying
towards
us
.
I
could
not
help
a
creeping
horror
,
as
I
perceived
first
one
and
then
another
trot
out
from
the
trees
or
reeds
and
come
shambling
along
over
the
hot
dust
.
But
Moreau
and
Montgomery
stood
calmly
enough
;
and
,
perforce
,
I
stuck
beside
them
.
First
to
arrive
was
the
Satyr
,
strangely
unreal
for
all
that
he
cast
a
shadow
and
tossed
the
dust
with
his
hoofs
.
After
him
from
the
brake
came
a
monstrous
lout
,
a
thing
of
horse
and
rhinoceros
,
chewing
a
straw
as
it
came
;
then
appeared
the
Swine-woman
and
two
Wolf-women
;
then
the
Fox-bear
witch
,
with
her
red
eyes
in
her
peaked
red
face
,
and
then
others
,
--
all
hurrying
eagerly
.
As
they
came
forward
they
began
to
cringe
towards
Moreau
and
chant
,
quite
regardless
of
one
another
,
fragments
of
the
latter
half
of
the
litany
of
the
Law
,
--
"
His
is
the
Hand
that
wounds
;
His
is
the
Hand
that
heals
,
"
and
so
forth
.
As
soon
as
they
had
approached
within
a
distance
of
perhaps
thirty
yards
they
halted
,
and
bowing
on
knees
and
elbows
began
flinging
the
white
dust
upon
their
heads
.
Imagine
the
scene
if
you
can
!
We
three
blue-clad
men
,
with
our
misshapen
black-faced
attendant
,
standing
in
a
wide
expanse
of
sunlit
yellow
dust
under
the
blazing
blue
sky
,
and
surrounded
by
this
circle
of
crouching
and
gesticulating
monstrosities
,
--
some
almost
human
save
in
their
subtle
expression
and
gestures
,
some
like
cripples
,
some
so
strangely
distorted
as
to
resemble
nothing
but
the
denizens
of
our
wildest
dreams
;
and
,
beyond
,
the
reedy
lines
of
a
canebrake
in
one
direction
,
a
dense
tangle
of
palm-trees
on
the
other
,
separating
us
from
the
ravine
with
the
huts
,
and
to
the
north
the
hazy
horizon
of
the
Pacific
Ocean
.
"
Sixty-two
,
sixty-three
,
"
counted
Moreau
.
"
There
are
four
more
.
"
"
I
do
not
see
the
Leopard-man
,
"
said
I.
Presently
Moreau
sounded
the
great
horn
again
,
and
at
the
sound
of
it
all
the
Beast
People
writhed
and
grovelled
in
the
dust
.
Then
,
slinking
out
of
the
canebrake
,
stooping
near
the
ground
and
trying
to
join
the
dust-throwing
circle
behind
Moreau
's
back
,
came
the
Leopard-man
.
The
last
of
the
Beast
People
to
arrive
was
the
little
Ape-man
.
The
earlier
animals
,
hot
and
weary
with
their
grovelling
,
shot
vicious
glances
at
him
.
"
Cease
!
"
said
Moreau
,
in
his
firm
,
loud
voice
;
and
the
Beast
People
sat
back
upon
their
hams
and
rested
from
their
worshipping
.
"
Where
is
the
Sayer
of
the
Law
?
"
said
Moreau
,
and
the
hairy-grey
monster
bowed
his
face
in
the
dust
.
"
Say
the
words
!
"
said
Moreau
.
Forthwith
all
in
the
kneeling
assembly
,
swaying
from
side
to
side
and
dashing
up
the
sulphur
with
their
hands
,
--
first
the
right
hand
and
a
puff
of
dust
,
and
then
the
left
,
--
began
once
more
to
chant
their
strange
litany
.
When
they
reached
,
"
Not
to
eat
Flesh
or
Fowl
,
that
is
the
Law
,
"
Moreau
held
up
his
lank
white
hand
.
