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"
He
kind
of
spat
,
"
said
Piggy
.
"
My
auntie
would
n't
let
me
blow
on
account
of
my
asthma
.
He
said
you
blew
from
down
here
.
"
Piggy
laid
a
hand
on
his
jutting
abdomen
.
"
You
try
,
Ralph
.
You
'll
call
the
others
.
"
Doubtfully
,
Ralph
laid
the
small
end
of
the
shell
against
his
mouth
and
blew
.
There
came
a
rushing
sound
from
its
mouth
but
nothing
more
.
Ralph
wiped
the
salt
water
off
his
lips
and
tried
again
,
but
the
shell
remained
silent
.
"
He
kind
of
spat
.
"
Ralph
pursed
his
lips
and
squirted
air
into
the
shell
,
which
emitted
a
low
,
farting
noise
.
This
amused
both
boys
so
much
that
Ralph
went
on
squirting
for
some
minutes
,
between
bouts
of
laughter
.
"
He
blew
from
down
here
.
"
Ralph
grasped
the
idea
and
hit
the
shell
with
air
from
his
diaphragm
.
Immediately
the
thing
sounded
.
A
deep
,
harsh
note
boomed
under
the
palms
,
spread
through
the
intricacies
of
the
forest
and
echoed
back
from
the
pink
granite
of
the
mountain
.
Clouds
of
birds
rose
from
the
treetops
,
and
something
squealed
and
ran
in
the
undergrowth
.
Ralph
took
the
shell
away
from
his
lips
.
"
Gosh
!
"
His
ordinary
voice
sounded
like
a
whisper
after
the
harsh
note
of
the
conch
.
He
laid
the
conch
against
his
lips
,
took
a
deep
breath
and
blew
once
more
.
The
note
boomed
again
:
and
then
at
his
firmer
pressure
,
the
note
,
fluking
up
an
octave
,
became
a
strident
blare
more
penetrating
than
before
.
Piggy
was
shouting
something
,
his
face
pleased
,
his
glasses
flashing
.
The
birds
cried
,
small
animals
scuttered
.
Ralph
's
breath
failed
;
the
note
dropped
the
octave
,
became
a
low
dubber
,
was
a
rush
of
air
.
The
conch
was
silent
,
a
gleaming
tusk
;
Ralph
's
face
was
dark
with
breathlessness
and
the
air
over
the
island
was
full
of
bird-clamor
and
echoes
ringing
.
