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Then
as
the
moon
crept
down
from
the
zenith
,
one
by
one
the
listeners
began
to
yawn
(
showing
the
oddest
teeth
in
the
light
of
the
sinking
fire
)
,
and
first
one
and
then
another
retired
towards
the
dens
in
the
ravine
;
and
I
,
dreading
the
silence
and
darkness
,
went
with
them
,
knowing
I
was
safer
with
several
of
them
than
with
one
alone
.
In
this
manner
began
the
longer
part
of
my
sojourn
upon
this
Island
of
Doctor
Moreau
.
But
from
that
night
until
the
end
came
,
there
was
but
one
thing
happened
to
tell
save
a
series
of
innumerable
small
unpleasant
details
and
the
fretting
of
an
incessant
uneasiness
.
So
that
I
prefer
to
make
no
chronicle
for
that
gap
of
time
,
to
tell
only
one
cardinal
incident
of
the
ten
months
I
spent
as
an
intimate
of
these
half-humanised
brutes
.
There
is
much
that
sticks
in
my
memory
that
I
could
write
,
--
things
that
I
would
cheerfully
give
my
right
hand
to
forget
;
but
they
do
not
help
the
telling
of
the
story
.
In
the
retrospect
it
is
strange
to
remember
how
soon
I
fell
in
with
these
monsters
'
ways
,
and
gained
my
confidence
again
.
I
had
my
quarrels
with
them
of
course
,
and
could
show
some
of
their
teeth-marks
still
;
but
they
soon
gained
a
wholesome
respect
for
my
trick
of
throwing
stones
and
for
the
bite
of
my
hatchet
.
And
my
Saint-Bernard-man
's
loyalty
was
of
infinite
service
to
me
.
I
found
their
simple
scale
of
honour
was
based
mainly
on
the
capacity
for
inflicting
trenchant
wounds
.
Indeed
,
I
may
say
--
without
vanity
,
I
hope
--
that
I
held
something
like
pre-eminence
among
them
.
One
or
two
,
whom
in
a
rare
access
of
high
spirits
I
had
scarred
rather
badly
,
bore
me
a
grudge
;
but
it
vented
itself
chiefly
behind
my
back
,
and
at
a
safe
distance
from
my
missiles
,
in
grimaces
.
The
Hyena-swine
avoided
me
,
and
I
was
always
on
the
alert
for
him
.
My
inseparable
Dog-man
hated
and
dreaded
him
intensely
.
I
really
believe
that
was
at
the
root
of
the
brute
's
attachment
to
me
.
It
was
soon
evident
to
me
that
the
former
monster
had
tasted
blood
,
and
gone
the
way
of
the
Leopard-man
.
He
formed
a
lair
somewhere
in
the
forest
,
and
became
solitary
.
Once
I
tried
to
induce
the
Beast
Folk
to
hunt
him
,
but
I
lacked
the
authority
to
make
them
co-operate
for
one
end
.
Again
and
again
I
tried
to
approach
his
den
and
come
upon
him
unaware
;
but
always
he
was
too
acute
for
me
,
and
saw
or
winded
me
and
got
away
.
He
too
made
every
forest
pathway
dangerous
to
me
and
my
ally
with
his
lurking
ambuscades
.
The
Dog-man
scarcely
dared
to
leave
my
side
.
In
the
first
month
or
so
the
Beast
Folk
,
compared
with
their
latter
condition
,
were
human
enough
,
and
for
one
or
two
besides
my
canine
friend
I
even
conceived
a
friendly
tolerance
.
The
little
pink
sloth-creature
displayed
an
odd
affection
for
me
,
and
took
to
following
me
about
.
The
Monkey-man
bored
me
,
however
;
he
assumed
,
on
the
strength
of
his
five
digits
,
that
he
was
my
equal
,
and
was
for
ever
jabbering
at
me
,
--
jabbering
the
most
arrant
nonsense
.
One
thing
about
him
entertained
me
a
little
:
he
had
a
fantastic
trick
of
coining
new
words
.
He
had
an
idea
,
I
believe
,
that
to
gabble
about
names
that
meant
nothing
was
the
proper
use
of
speech
.
He
called
it
"
Big
Thinks
"
to
distinguish
it
from
"
Little
Thinks
,
"
the
sane
every-day
interests
of
life
.
If
ever
I
made
a
remark
he
did
not
understand
,
he
would
praise
it
very
much
,
ask
me
to
say
it
again
,
learn
it
by
heart
,
and
go
off
repeating
it
,
with
a
word
wrong
here
or
there
,
to
all
the
milder
of
the
Beast
People
.
He
thought
nothing
of
what
was
plain
and
comprehensible
.
I
invented
some
very
curious
"
Big
Thinks
"
for
his
especial
use
.
I
think
now
that
he
was
the
silliest
creature
I
ever
met
;
he
had
developed
in
the
most
wonderful
way
the
distinctive
silliness
of
man
without
losing
one
jot
of
the
natural
folly
of
a
monkey
.
This
,
I
say
,
was
in
the
earlier
weeks
of
my
solitude
among
these
brutes
.
During
that
time
they
respected
the
usage
established
by
the
Law
,
and
behaved
with
general
decorum
.
Once
I
found
another
rabbit
torn
to
pieces
,
--
by
the
Hyena-swine
,
I
am
assured
,
--
but
that
was
all
.
It
was
about
May
when
I
first
distinctly
perceived
a
growing
difference
in
their
speech
and
carriage
,
a
growing
coarseness
of
articulation
,
a
growing
disinclination
to
talk
.
My
Monkey-man
's
jabber
multiplied
in
volume
but
grew
less
and
less
comprehensible
,
more
and
more
simian
.
Some
of
the
others
seemed
altogether
slipping
their
hold
upon
speech
,
though
they
still
understood
what
I
said
to
them
at
that
time
.
(
Can
you
imagine
language
,
once
clear-cut
and
exact
,
softening
and
guttering
,
losing
shape
and
import
,
becoming
mere
limps
of
sound
again
?
)
And
they
walked
erect
with
an
increasing
difficulty
.
Though
they
evidently
felt
ashamed
of
themselves
,
every
now
and
then
I
would
come
upon
one
or
another
running
on
toes
and
finger-tips
,
and
quite
unable
to
recover
the
vertical
attitude
.
They
held
things
more
clumsily
;
drinking
by
suction
,
feeding
by
gnawing
,
grew
commoner
every
day
.
I
realised
more
keenly
than
ever
what
Moreau
had
told
me
about
the
"
stubborn
beast-flesh
.
"
They
were
reverting
,
and
reverting
very
rapidly
.
Some
of
them
--
the
pioneers
in
this
,
I
noticed
with
some
surprise
,
were
all
females
--
began
to
disregard
the
injunction
of
decency
,
deliberately
for
the
most
part
.
Others
even
attempted
public
outrages
upon
the
institution
of
monogamy
.
The
tradition
of
the
Law
was
clearly
losing
its
force
.
I
can
not
pursue
this
disagreeable
subject
.
