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I
was
delighted
with
it
.
But
with
a
certain
lack
of
practical
sense
which
has
always
been
my
bane
,
I
had
made
it
a
mile
or
more
from
the
sea
;
and
before
I
had
dragged
it
down
to
the
beach
the
thing
had
fallen
to
pieces
.
Perhaps
it
is
as
well
that
I
was
saved
from
launching
it
;
but
at
the
time
my
misery
at
my
failure
was
so
acute
that
for
some
days
I
simply
moped
on
the
beach
,
and
stared
at
the
water
and
thought
of
death
.
I
did
not
,
however
,
mean
to
die
,
and
an
incident
occurred
that
warned
me
unmistakably
of
the
folly
of
letting
the
days
pass
so
,
--
for
each
fresh
day
was
fraught
with
increasing
danger
from
the
Beast
People
.
I
was
lying
in
the
shade
of
the
enclosure
wall
,
staring
out
to
sea
,
when
I
was
startled
by
something
cold
touching
the
skin
of
my
heel
,
and
starting
round
found
the
little
pink
sloth-creature
blinking
into
my
face
.
He
had
long
since
lost
speech
and
active
movement
,
and
the
lank
hair
of
the
little
brute
grew
thicker
every
day
and
his
stumpy
claws
more
askew
.
He
made
a
moaning
noise
when
he
was
he
had
attracted
my
attention
,
went
a
little
way
towards
the
bushes
and
looked
back
at
me
.
At
first
I
did
not
understand
,
but
presently
it
occurred
to
me
that
he
wished
me
to
follow
him
;
and
this
I
did
at
last
,
--
slowly
,
for
the
day
was
hot
.
When
we
reached
the
trees
he
clambered
into
them
,
for
he
could
travel
better
among
their
swinging
creepers
than
on
the
ground
.
And
suddenly
in
a
trampled
space
I
came
upon
a
ghastly
group
.
My
Saint-Bernard-creature
lay
on
the
ground
,
dead
;
and
near
his
body
crouched
the
Hyena-swine
,
gripping
the
quivering
flesh
with
its
misshapen
claws
,
gnawing
at
it
,
and
snarling
with
delight
.
As
I
approached
,
the
monster
lifted
its
glaring
eyes
to
mine
,
its
lips
went
trembling
back
from
its
red-stained
teeth
,
and
it
growled
menacingly
.
It
was
not
afraid
and
not
ashamed
;
the
last
vestige
of
the
human
taint
had
vanished
.
I
advanced
a
step
farther
,
stopped
,
and
pulled
out
my
revolver
.
At
last
I
had
him
face
to
face
.
The
brute
made
no
sign
of
retreat
;
but
its
ears
went
back
,
its
hair
bristled
,
and
its
body
crouched
together
.
I
aimed
between
the
eyes
and
fired
.
As
I
did
so
,
the
Thing
rose
straight
at
me
in
a
leap
,
and
I
was
knocked
over
like
a
ninepin
.
It
clutched
at
me
with
its
crippled
hand
,
and
struck
me
in
the
face
.
Its
spring
carried
it
over
me
.
I
fell
under
the
hind
part
of
its
body
;
but
luckily
I
had
hit
as
I
meant
,
and
it
had
died
even
as
it
leapt
.
I
crawled
out
from
under
its
unclean
weight
and
stood
up
trembling
,
staring
at
its
quivering
body
.
That
danger
at
least
was
over
;
but
this
,
I
knew
was
only
the
first
of
the
series
of
relapses
that
must
come
.
I
burnt
both
of
the
bodies
on
a
pyre
of
brushwood
;
but
after
that
I
saw
that
unless
I
left
the
island
my
death
was
only
a
question
of
time
.
The
Beast
People
by
that
time
had
,
with
one
or
two
exceptions
,
left
the
ravine
and
made
themselves
lairs
according
to
their
taste
among
the
thickets
of
the
island
.
Few
prowled
by
day
,
most
of
them
slept
,
and
the
island
might
have
seemed
deserted
to
a
new-comer
;
but
at
night
the
air
was
hideous
with
their
calls
and
howling
.
I
had
half
a
mind
to
make
a
massacre
of
them
;
to
build
traps
,
or
fight
them
with
my
knife
.
Had
I
possessed
sufficient
cartridges
,
I
should
not
have
hesitated
to
begin
the
killing
.
There
could
now
be
scarcely
a
score
left
of
the
dangerous
carnivores
;
the
braver
of
these
were
already
dead
.
After
the
death
of
this
poor
dog
of
mine
,
my
last
friend
,
I
too
adopted
to
some
extent
the
practice
of
slumbering
in
the
daytime
in
order
to
be
on
my
guard
at
night
.
I
rebuilt
my
den
in
the
walls
of
the
enclosure
,
with
such
a
narrow
opening
that
anything
attempting
to
enter
must
necessarily
make
a
considerable
noise
.
The
creatures
had
lost
the
art
of
fire
too
,
and
recovered
their
fear
of
it
.
I
turned
once
more
,
almost
passionately
now
,
to
hammering
together
stakes
and
branches
to
form
a
raft
for
my
escape
.
I
found
a
thousand
difficulties
.
I
am
an
extremely
unhandy
man
(
my
schooling
was
over
before
the
days
of
Slojd
)
;
but
most
of
the
requirements
of
a
raft
I
met
at
last
in
some
clumsy
,
circuitous
way
or
other
,
and
this
time
I
took
care
of
the
strength
.
The
only
insurmountable
obstacle
was
that
I
had
no
vessel
to
contain
the
water
I
should
need
if
I
floated
forth
upon
these
untravelled
seas
.
I
would
have
even
tried
pottery
,
but
the
island
contained
no
clay
.
I
used
to
go
moping
about
the
island
trying
with
all
my
might
to
solve
this
one
last
difficulty
.
Sometimes
I
would
give
way
to
wild
outbursts
of
rage
,
and
hack
and
splinter
some
unlucky
tree
in
my
intolerable
vexation
.
But
I
could
think
of
nothing
.
