The Island of Doctor Moreau

H. G. Wells

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The Island of Doctor Moreau

ON February the First 1887, the Lady Vain was lost by collision with a derelict when about the latitude 1’ S. and longitude 107’ W. On January the Fifth, 1888—that is eleven months and four days after— my uncle, Edward Prendick, a private gentleman, who certainly went aboard the Lady Vain at Callao, and who had been considered drowned, was picked up in latitude 5’ 3’ S. and longitude 101’ W. in a small open boat of which the name was illegible, but which is supposed to have belonged to the missing schooner Ipecacuanha. He gave such a strange account of himself that he was supposed demented. Subsequently he alleged that his mind was a blank from the moment of his escape from the Lady Vain. His case was discussed among psychologists at the time as a curious instance of the lapse of memory consequent upon physical and mental stress. The following narrative was found among his papers by the undersigned, his nephew and heir, but unaccompanied by any definite request for publication. The only island known to exist in the region in which my uncle was picked up is Noble’s Isle, a small volcanic islet and uninhabited. It was visited in 1891 by H. M. S. 2 of 209

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Scorpion. A party of sailors then landed, but found nothing living thereon except certain curious white moths, some hogs and rabbits, and some rather peculiar rats. So that this narrative is without confirmation in its most essential particular. With that understood, there seems no harm in putting this strange story before the public in accordance, as I believe, with my uncle’s intentions. There is at least this much in its behalf: my uncle passed out of human knowledge about latitude 5’ S. and longitude 105’ E., and reappeared in the same part of the ocean after a space of eleven months. In some way he must have lived during the interval. And it seems that a schooner called the Ipecacuanha with a drunken captain, John Davies, did start from Africa with a puma and certain other animals aboard in January, 1887, that the vessel was well known at several ports in the South Pacific, and that it finally disappeared from those seas (with a considerable amount of copra aboard), sailing to its unknown fate from Bayna in December, 1887, a date that tallies entirely with my uncle’s story. CHARLES EDWARD PRENDICK. (The Story written by Edward Prendick.)

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I DO not propose to add anything to what has already been written concerning the loss of the ‘Lady Vain.’ As everyone knows, she collided with a derelict when ten days out from Callao. The longboat, with seven of the crew, was picked up eighteen days after by H. M. gunboat ‘Myrtle,’ and the story of their terrible privations has become quite as well known as the far more horrible ‘Medusa’ case. But I have to add to the published story of the ‘Lady Vain’ another, possibly as horrible and far stranger. It has hitherto been supposed that the four men who were in the dingey perished, but this is incorrect. I have the best of evidence for this assertion: I was one of the four men. But in the first place I must state that there never were four men in the dingey,—the number was three. Constans, who was ‘seen by the captain to jump into the gig,’* luckily for us and unluckily for himself did not reach us. He came down out of the tangle of ropes under the stays of the smashed bowsprit, some small rope caught his heel as he let go, and he hung for a moment head downward, and then fell and struck a block or spar floating

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a passenger like myself. luckily for 5 of 209 . and the next morning when the drizzle cleared. They could not have heard us. for eight days altogether. We thought the people on the launch would be better provisioned (though it seems they were not). so unprepared the ship for any disaster. The two other men who had escaped so far with me were a man named Helmar.—we could see nothing of them.— a short sturdy man. but he never came up. tormented by an intolerable thirst. We pulled towards him. He has not. and. * Daily News. 1887. and I might almost say luckily for himself. with a stammer. because of the pitching of the boat. We could not stand up to look about us.— which was not until past midday. and a seaman whose name I don’t know. and we tried to hail them. After the second day the sea subsided slowly to a glassy calm. It is quite impossible for the ordinary reader to imagine those eight days. for we had only a small breaker of water and some soddened ship’s biscuits with us. I say lucky for us he did not reach us. March 17.The Island of Doctor Moreau in the water. after our water had come to an end. so sudden had been the alarm. We drifted famishing.

and attacked Helmar with his hands. but it was. The sun became pitiless. and in the night the sailor whispered to Helmar again and again. but he was the strongest of us and would not abide by it. with eyes that grew larger and more haggard every day. so that we bent towards one another and spared our words. anything in his memory to imagine with.The Island of Doctor Moreau himself. or watched. the sailor came round to him. I would not draw lots however. After the first day we said little to one another. I stood out against it with all my might. was rather for scuttling the boat and perishing together among the sharks that followed us. and lay in our places in the boat and stared at the horizon. and in the morning I agreed to Helmar’s proposal. The lot fell upon the sailor. and we handed halfpence to find the odd man. I think. and we were already thinking strange things and saying them with our eyes. and I sat in the bows with my clasp-knife in my hand. but when Helmar said that if his proposal was accepted we should have drink. I remember our voices were dry and thin. The water ended on the fourth day. though I doubt if I had the stuff in me to fight. They grappled together and almost 6 of 209 . the misery and weakness gaining upon our companions. the sixth before Helmar gave voice to the thing we had all been thinking.

I lay with my head on the thwart watching the schooner (she was a little ship. and wondering why I laughed. for she was sailing dead into the wind. and the two fell upon the gunwale and rolled overboard together. a sail come up towards me over the sky-line. with no more interest than if it had been a picture. I crawled along the boat to them. And even as I lay there I saw. and that I thought what a jest it was that they should come too late by such a little to catch me in my body. I lay across one of the thwarts for I know not how long. She kept tacking to and fro in a widening compass. thinking that if I had the strength I would drink seawater and madden myself to die quickly.The Island of Doctor Moreau stood up. They sank like stones. The laugh caught me suddenly like a thing from without. quite distinctly. schooner-rigged fore and aft) come up out of the sea. and yet I remember all that happened. but the sailor stumbled with the swaying of the boat. but I also remember as distinctly that I had a persuasion that I was dead. I remember how my head swayed with the seas. It never entered my head 7 of 209 . intending to help Helmar by grasping the sailor’s leg. I remember laughing at that. For an endless period. as it seemed to me. My mind must have been wandering. and the horizon with the sail above it danced up and down.

until I met it again. but that I thought was a nightmare. I fancy I recollect some stuff being poured in between my teeth. with extraordinary eyes. 8 of 209 . close to mine. and of a big red countenance covered with freckles and surrounded with red hair staring at me over the bulwarks. and I do not remember anything distinctly after the sight of her side until I found myself in a little cabin aft. There’s a dim half-memory of being lifted up to the gangway.The Island of Doctor Moreau to attempt to attract attention. I also had a disconnected impression of a dark face. and that is all.

He repeated his question. He had watery grey eyes. and all the business of the boat came back to me. and the low angry growling of some large animal. For a minute we stared at each other without speaking. A youngish man with flaxen hair.—‘How do you feel now?’ I think I said I felt all right. At the same time the man spoke.’ At the same time my eye caught my hand. 9 of 209 . Then just overhead came a sound like an iron bedstead being knocked about. oddly void of expression. He must have seen the question in my face. for my voice was inaccessible to me. The name on the boat was the ‘Lady Vain. starving.The Island of Doctor Moreau II. a bristly straw-coloured moustache. ‘You were picked up in a boat.’ and there were spots of blood on the gunwale. THE MAN WHO WAS GOING NOWHERE THE cabin in which I found myself was small and rather untidy. thin so that it looked like a dirty skin-purse full of loose bones. I could not recollect how I had got there. and a dropping nether lip. was sitting and holding my wrist.

hoarse from my long silence. ‘What ship is this?’ I said slowly. named Davies.’ (Then the noise overhead began again. and gave me a dose of some scarlet stuff.’ said he.— he’s lost his certificate. I guess. The silly ass who owns her. indeed.’ of all silly. ‘It was a very near thing. infernal names. It tasted like blood. I’m a passenger myself. and made me feel stronger. ‘You were in luck. telling some ‘Heaven-forsaken idiot’ to desist.—out of the land of born fools. she certainly acts according.The Island of Doctor Moreau ‘Have some of this. But I’ve put some stuff into you now. from Arica. a snarling growl and the voice of a human being together. iced. though when there’s much of a sea without any wind.—he’s captain too. with the ghost of a lisp. or something.’ He spoke with a slobbering articulation.’ 10 of 209 . I never asked where she came from in the beginning.’ said he.) ‘You were nearly dead. ‘It’s a little trader from Arica and Callao. Then another voice.’ said my interlocutor. You know the kind of man. Notice your arm’s sore? Injections. ‘to get picked up by a ship with a medical man aboard.— calls the thing the ‘Ipecacuanha. You’ve been insensible for nearly thirty hours.

Then he shouted at the dogs. I did my Biology at University College.’ he said. Edward Prendick. and returned to the cabin. ‘Well?’ said he in the doorway. ‘Even now the mutton is boiling. but in that I thought my ears were mistaken. ‘you know I’m dying to hear of how you came to be alone in that boat.’ I told him my name.’ said he with a momentary hesitation. ‘I could eat some mutton.’ ‘Yes.’ I said with assurance. and I heard him in violent controversy with some one. The matter sounded as though it ended in blows.) ‘Am I eligible for solid food?’ I asked. who seemed to me to talk gibberish in response to him. ‘Thanks to me. ‘You were just beginning to tell me.—getting out the ovary of the earthworm and the radula of the snail.’ ‘But.The Island of Doctor Moreau I thought slowly. (I was distracted now by the yelping of a number of dogs. ‘I’ve done some science myself. 11 of 209 . He suddenly left the cabin. Damn that howling!’ I thought I detected a certain suspicion in his eyes. and how I had taken to Natural History as a relief from the dulness of my comfortable independence. He seemed interested in this.

Lord! It’s ten years ago. I daresay it’s all different now. He came back again with the boiled mutton. ‘Left it all. ‘ten years ago. and when it was finished he reverted at once to the topic of Natural History and his own biological studies.’ He was evidently satisfied with the frankness of my story. but the door had closed.The Island of Doctor Moreau and all that. and see what he’s done to your mutton.’ The growling overhead was renewed.—played myself out before I was twenty-one. which I told in concise sentences enough. How jolly it all used to be! But I made a young ass of myself. for I felt horribly weak. so suddenly and with so much savage anger that it startled me. and drifted incontinently to the topic of the music halls. But I must look up that ass of a cook.’ he said. 12 of 209 . and I was so excited by the appetising smell of it that I forgot the noise of the beast that had troubled me. ‘Is Caplatzi still flourishing? What a shop that was!’ He had evidently been a very ordinary medical student. He told me some anecdotes. He began to question me closely about Tottenham Court Road and Gower Street. ‘What’s that?’ I called after him. But go on! go on! tell me about the boat.

and looked so wilfully stupid of a sudden that it came into my head that he desired to avoid my questions. Montgomery—that was the name of the flaxen-haired man— came in again as I stood there.The Island of Doctor Moreau After a day of alternate sleep and feeding I was so far recovered as to be able to get from my bunk to the scuttle.’ He stared at me with his nether lip dropping. and see the green seas trying to keep pace with us. They were rather loose for me. I had the discretion to ask no more. but that it had to land him first. I began asking him some questions about the destination of the ship. I judged the schooner was running before the wind. it hasn’t got a name. and I asked him for some clothes. for he was large and long in his limbs. ‘Where?’ said I. So far as I know. 13 of 209 . As I assumed the clothes. ‘It’s an island. He said the ship was bound to Hawaii. where I live. He told me casually that the captain was three-parts drunk in his own cabin. for those I had worn in the boat had been thrown overboard. He lent me some duck things of his own.

short. I could see. THE STRANGE FACE. He turned with animal swiftness. In some indefinable way the black face thus flashed upon me shocked me profoundly. His eyes were blood-shot at the edges. peering over the combing of the hatchway. ‘Why the devil don’t you get out of the way?’ 14 of 209 . with scarcely a rim of white round the hazel pupils. a hairy neck. black hair. He was standing on the ladder with his back to us. and had peculiarly thick. I heard the unseen dogs growl furiously. It was a singularly deformed one. a misshapen man. and a head sunk between his shoulders. and clumsy. The facial part projected. and the huge half-open mouth showed as big white teeth as I had ever seen in a human mouth. coarse. ‘Confound you!’ said Montgomery.— coming into contact with the hand I put out to fend him off from myself. and forthwith he ducked back. He was. broad. He was dressed in dark-blue serge. WE left the cabin and found a man at the companion obstructing our way. forming something dimly suggestive of a muzzle. with a crooked back.The Island of Doctor Moreau III. There was a curious glow of excitement in his face.

‘They—won’t have me forward. I had never beheld such a repulsive and extraordinary face before. looking back. Download the free trial version. ‘Won’t have you forward!’ said Montgomery. ‘Your place is forward. and yet—if the contradiction is credible—I experienced at the same time an odd feeling that in some way I had already encountered exactly the features and gestures that now amazed me. Yet how one could have set eyes on so singular a face and yet have forgotten the precise occasion. staring at him instinctively as I did so. hoarse quality in his voice. view. The black-faced man started aside without a word.’ He spoke slowly. I went on up the companion. passed my imagination. with a queer. I had paused half way through the hatchway.eBook brought to you by The Island of Doctor Moreau Create. Montgomery stayed at the foot for a moment. then looked up at me suddenly and followed me up the ladder. ‘But I tell you to go!’ He was on the brink of saying something further. Afterwards it occurred to me that probably I had seen him as I was lifted aboard. and yet that scarcely satisfied my suspicion of a previous acquaintance. ‘You have no business here. 15 of 209 . and edit PDF. in a menacing voice. you know.’ The black-faced man cowered.’ he said in a deliberate tone. still astonished beyond measure at the grotesque ugliness of this black-faced creature.

and a solitary llama was squeezed in a mere box of a cage forward. The patched and dirty spankers were tense before the wind. ‘Is this an ocean menagerie?’ said I. I was already half prepared by the sounds I had heard for what I saw. the sun midway down the western sky. and saw the water come foaming under the stern and the bubbles go dancing and vanishing in her wake. It was littered with scraps of carrot. I turned and surveyed the unsavoury length of the ship. and up aloft the little ship seemed carrying every sail she had. The dogs were muzzled by leather straps. and by the mizzen a huge puma was cramped in a little iron cage far too small even to give it turning room. 16 of 209 . and indescribable filth. capped by the breeze with froth. shreds of green stuff. Fastened by chains to the mainmast were a number of grisly staghounds.The Island of Doctor Moreau Montgomery’s movement to follow me released my attention. long waves. We went past the steersman to the taffrail. who now began leaping and barking at me. were running with us. Farther under the starboard bulwark were some big hutches containing a number of rabbits. and I turned and looked about me at the flush deck of the little schooner. The only human being on deck was a gaunt and silent sailor at the wheel. The sky was clear. Certainly I never beheld a deck so dirty.

became furiously excited. and turned towards the wake again. curios? Does the captain think he is going to sell them somewhere in the South Seas?’ ‘It looks like it. At the sight of the former the staghounds. The red-haired man gave a yawp of exultation and stood staggering. and as it seemed to me in serious danger of either going backwards down the companion hatchway or forwards upon his victim. in a tone 17 of 209 . He was immediately followed by a heavy red-haired man in a white cap. Suddenly we heard a yelp and a volley of furious blasphemy from the companion hatchway. doesn’t it?’ said Montgomery.’ said Montgomery. and the deformed man with the black face came up hurriedly. So soon as the second man had appeared. who had all tired of barking at me by this time. It was lucky for him that they were muzzled. ‘Steady on there!’ he cried. ‘What are these beasts for? Merchandise. howling and leaping against their chains. Montgomery had started forward. The poor devil went down like a felled ox. and rolled in the dirt among the furiously excited dogs.The Island of Doctor Moreau ‘Looks like it. and this gave the redhaired man time to come up with him and deliver a tremendous blow between the shoulder-blades. The black hesitated before them.

The Island of Doctor Moreau of remonstrance. howling in a singular voice rolled about under the feet of the dogs. and I followed him. The red-haired man laughed a satisfied laugh.’ said Montgomery. There was a quick dance of their lithe grey-figured bodies over the clumsy. The black-faced man scrambled up and staggered forward. The sailors forward shouted. and regarded him with the dull and solemn eyes of a drunken man. Captain. ‘Look here. and added. panting and glaring over his shoulder at the dogs. with his lisp a little accentuated. Montgomery gave an angry exclamation. and went striding down the deck. No one attempted to help him. after looking sleepily into Montgomery’s face for a minute. as though it was admirable sport. where he remained. A couple of sailors appeared on the forecastle. going and leaning over the bulwark by the main shrouds. ‘this won’t do!’ I stood behind Montgomery. The black-faced man. butting their muzzles at him. ‘Wha’ won’t do?’ he said. The brutes did their best to worry him. ‘Blasted Sawbones!’ 18 of 209 . gripping the elbows of the red-haired man. The captain came half round. prostrate figure.

I think Montgomery might have left him then. but he only turned a shade paler. and followed the captain to the bulwarks. I could see that Montgomery had one of those slow. loudly. ‘That man’s a passenger. ‘that man of mine is not to be ill-treated. and never again cool to forgiveness. ‘Blasted Sawbones!’ was all he considered necessary.’ he said. and after two ineffectual attempts stuck his freckled fists into his side pockets. ‘Do what I like on my own ship. ‘I’d advise you to keep your hands off him. and I saw too that this quarrel had been some time growing. Captain. ‘you’ll do no good. He suddenly turned and staggered towards the side.’ he said. ‘The man’s drunk. perhaps officiously.’ ‘Go to hell!’ said the captain.The Island of Doctor Moreau With a sudden movement he shook his arm free.’ said I.’ 19 of 209 . alcoholic fumes kept the captain speechless. pertinacious tempers that will warm day after day to a white heat. ‘Look you here. seeing the brute was drunk.’ For a minute. He has been hazed ever since he came aboard.’ said Montgomery.

‘He’s always drunk. ‘If he comes this end of the ship again I’ll cut his insides out. and he hadn’t no business aft. But the captain meant to quarrel now.’ ‘You agreed to take the beasts. anyhow. He raised his voice. ‘Crew. He’s a lunatic. ‘was a clean ship. ‘clean. What the devil— want beasts for on an island like that? Then. None of us can’t stand him.’ ‘I wish I’d never set eyes on your infernal island. nodding his head as he spoke.’ he said. Cut out his blasted insides! Who are you. to tell me what I’m to do? I tell you I’m captain of 20 of 209 . I can’t stand him.’ ‘That’s just what he is—he’s a devil! an ugly devil! My men can’t stand him. Do you think the whole damned ship belongs to you?’ ‘Your sailors began to haze the poor devil as soon as he came aboard. I tell you. Nor you either!’ Montgomery turned away. that man of yours— understood he was a man. Do you think that excuses his assaulting his passengers?’ ‘My ship.The Island of Doctor Moreau Montgomery gave an ugly twist to his dropping lip. ‘You leave that man alone. Look at it now!’ It was certainly anything but clean.’ began the captain. respectable crew. waving his hand unsteadily towards the cages.’ continued the captain.

—the law and the prophets. though I am a mild-tempered man. I tell you. I was glad to avert what was uncommonly near a scuffle. and bring back some animals. turning on him sharply. I bargained to take a man and his attendant to and from Arica. I do not think I have ever heard quite so much vile language come in a continuous stream from any man’s lips before. of the ship. a—‘ Well. However. I found some of it hard to endure. cut off from my resources and with my fare unpaid. I never bargained to carry a mad devil and a silly Sawbones. ‘He’s drunk. though I have frequented eccentric company enough.The Island of Doctor Moreau this ship. but. even at the price of the captain’s drunken ill-will.’ said I. but at any rate I prevented a fight. never mind what he called Montgomery. I saw the latter take a step forward. for I had seen danger in Montgomery’s white face. ‘Shut up!’ I said. a mere casual dependant on the bounty. when I told the captain to ‘shut up’ I had forgotten that I was merely a bit of human flotsam. He reminded me of it with considerable vigour. or speculative enterprise.—captain and owner. and interposed. With that I brought the downpour on myself. I’m the law here. The captain began some abuse even fouler than the last. certainly. 21 of 209 .

The Island of Doctor Moreau IV. We dined with him in a sulky silence. It was too far to see any details. and the schooner hove to. After he had vented his wrath on me he had staggered below. AT THE SCHOONER’S RAIL. Apparently he was in an evil temper with Montgomery. The mate practically assumed the command. Montgomery intimated that was his destination. and though I was sensible of a growing curiosity as to both. It struck me too that the men regarded my companion and his animals in a singularly unfriendly manner. 22 of 209 . and I understand he went to sleep on the floor of his own cabin. I did not press him. it seemed to me then simply a low-lying patch of dim blue in the uncertain blue-grey sea. taciturn individual we had seen at the wheel. An almost vertical streak of smoke went up from it into the sky. He took not the slightest notice of either of us. after a few ineffectual efforts on my part to talk. The captain was not on deck when it was sighted. I found Montgomery very reticent about his purpose with these creatures. He was the gaunt. THAT night land was sighted after sundown. and about his destination.

All the time the strangeness of him was shaping itself in my mind. the night was very still. This man. pallid face in the dim light of the binnacle lantern behind me. Then I looked out at the darkling sea. Even had it been under commonplace circumstances. He talked to me of London in a tone of half-painful reminiscence. The puma lay crouched together. I found myself repeating the captain’s 23 of 209 . it would have made me a trifle thoughtful. I gossiped as well as I could of this and that. and coupled with that the extraordinary nature of his luggage. watching us with shining eyes. To-morrow he would drop over the side. a black heap in the corner of its cage.The Island of Doctor Moreau We remained talking on the quarter deck until the sky was thick with stars. and had been suddenly and irrevocably cut off from it. had come out of Immensity merely to save my life. asking all kinds of questions about changes that had taken place. Montgomery produced some cigars. He spoke like a man who had loved his life there. where in the dimness his little island was hidden. it seemed to me. and vanish again out of my existence. but in the first place was the singularity of an educated man living on this unknown little island. and as I talked I peered at his odd. Except for an occasional sound in the yellow-lit forecastle and a movement of the animals now and then.

’ he answered. 24 of 209 . and hampered my tongue. These circumstances threw a haze of mystery round the man. and I injected and fed you much as I might have collected a specimen. ‘If I may say it.’ said I. It was the atmosphere for sentiment. starlit sea. and I had the knowledge.’ ‘Chance.’ I began. If I’d been jaded that day. too. You had the need. had he pretended they were not his when I had remarked about them at first? Then.’ ‘I prefer to make my thanks to the accessible agent. They laid hold of my imagination. and I began upon my gratitude. well—it’s a curious question where you would have been now!’ This damped my mood a little. and we stood side by side leaning over the bulwarks and staring dreamily over the silent. again. Towards midnight our talk of London died away. What did he want with the beasts? Why. ‘At any rate. I was bored and wanted something to do. after a time. ‘Just chance. each pursuing his own thoughts. ‘you have saved my life. or hadn’t liked your face. in his personal attendant there was a bizarre quality which had impressed me profoundly.’ ‘Thank no one.The Island of Doctor Moreau question.

I’m an ass.The Island of Doctor Moreau ‘It’s chance. There’s nothing gained but a little relief if I respect your confidence.’ he interrupted. ‘It is all the same to me.’ We relapsed into silence. Presently he laughed. and yet somehow I would like to tell you. If I don’t—well?’ He grunted undecidedly. I tell you.’ He stopped. ‘There’s something in this starlight that loosens one’s tongue.’ ‘Whatever you tell me. I felt I had him at a disadvantage.’ He was on the point of beginning. you may rely upon my keeping to myself— if that’s it. I shrugged my shoulders and turned away. Only the asses won’t see it! Why am I here now. ‘That’s all.’ said I. After all. ‘as everything is in a man’s life. it is better to keep your secret. I have an imagination. an outcast from civilisation. doubtfully. watching 25 of 209 . had caught him in the mood of indiscretion. and to tell the truth I was not curious to learn what might have driven a young medical student out of London. Over the taffrail leant a silent black figure. ‘Don’t. and then shook his head. instead of being a happy man enjoying all the pleasures of London? Simply because eleven years ago— I lost my head for ten minutes on a foggy night. ‘Yes?’ said I.

The waning moon rose late. It was Montgomery’s strange attendant. We went below. at least. perhaps. a figure of no particular import. and I found Montgomery was speaking to me. and he wished me good-night at the door of my cabin. I did not know then that a reddish luminosity. The only light near us was a lantern at the wheel. Its light struck a ghostly white 26 of 209 . ‘if you’ve had enough of this. The thing came to me as stark inhumanity. That night I had some very unpleasant dreams. then looked away again. It looked over its shoulder quickly with my movement. It may seem a little thing to you.’ said he. hung over the taffrail against the starlight. ‘I’m thinking of turning in. An uncouth black figure of a man. is not uncommon in human eyes. then. The creature’s face was turned for one brief instant out of the dimness of the stern towards this illumination. That black figure with its eyes of fire struck down through all my adult thoughts and feelings. Then the effect passed as it had come.’ I answered him incongruously.The Island of Doctor Moreau the stars. and for a moment the forgotten horrors of childhood came back to my mind. and I saw that the eyes that glanced at me shone with a pale-green light. but it came like a sudden blow to me.

eBook brought to you by The Island of Doctor Moreau Create. Then the staghounds woke. and began howling and baying. Download the free trial version. and edit PDF. 27 of 209 . and made an ominous shape on the planking by my bunk. view. and scarcely slept until the approach of dawn. beam across my cabin. so that I dreamt fitfully.

—and became sensible of a hoarse shouting above me. IN the early morning (it was the second morning after my recovery. and over his shoulder the puma spinning from a tackle rigged on to the mizzen spanker-boom.The Island of Doctor Moreau V. and I believe the fourth after I was picked up). the sound of heavy objects being thrown about. I jumped into my clothes and went on deck. Then came a sudden pattering of bare feet. I rubbed my eyes and lay listening to the noise. As I came up the ladder I saw against the flushed sky— for the sun was just rising—the broad back and red hair of the captain. a violent creaking and the rattling of chains. doubtful for a little while of my whereabouts. 28 of 209 . and a foamy yellow-green wave flew across the little round window and left it streaming. The poor brute seemed horribly scared. I heard the swish of the water as the ship was suddenly brought round. THE MAN WHO HAD NOWHERE TO GO. and crouched in the bottom of its little cage. I awoke through an avenue of tumultuous dreams.— dreams of guns and howling mobs.

‘What do you mean?’ I said. ‘Why. Montgomery and his companion turned as he spoke. it’s Mister—Mister?’ ‘Prendick. who had apparently just come aboard. He held out his hand to the gangway by which Montgomery stood talking to a massive grey-haired man in dirty-blue flannels. so that I had perforce to tap his shoulder to come on deck.—that’s what I mean! Overboard. He came round with a start. It needed no expert eye to tell that the man was still drunk. ‘Pendick be damned!’ said he. Mister Blasted Shut-up. ‘Overboard with ‘em! We’ll have a clean ship soon of the whole bilin’ of ‘em.’ He stood in my way.’ said I. and then with a light coming into his eyes. ‘Hullo!’ said he.’ It was no good answering the brute. ‘Shut-up. ‘That way.—and sharp! We’re 29 of 209 . and staggered back a few paces to stare at me. Mister Blasted Shut-up! that way!’ roared the captain. Mister Shut-up. but I certainly did not expect his next move.The Island of Doctor Moreau ‘Overboard with ‘em!’ bawled the captain. ‘That way.—that’s your name. stupidly. Mister Shut-up.

amen! I’ve had enough of it. to indicate his powerlessness to help me.’ said the captain. concisely. and nodded his head hopelessly at the grey-haired man beside him. ‘I’ll see to you. Montgomery.The Island of Doctor Moreau cleaning the ship out. The lost prospect of a journey as sole passenger with this quarrelsome sot was not one to mourn over. If they can’t have you. presently. ‘Can’t have you. He distorted his lower lip. Mister Shut-up.’ I began. you goes overboard. you go—with your friends.’ said Montgomery’s companion. ‘Look here. ‘This ship aint for beasts and cannibals and worse than beasts. any more. turning to the captain. But. and overboard you go!’ I stared at him dumfounded. Then it occurred to me that it was exactly the thing I wanted. Overboard you go. Then began a curious three-cornered altercation.’ ‘But.— cleaning the whole blessed ship out. aghast.’ I appealed. ‘You can’t have me!’ said I. Alternately I appealed to one and another of the three 30 of 209 . ‘Overboard!’ said the captain. He had the squarest and most resolute face I ever set eyes upon. anyhow. I turned towards Montgomery. I’ve done with this blessed island for evermore.

I tell you.’ At last I must confess my voice suddenly broke in the middle of a vigorous threat. and went aft and stared dismally at nothing. and then to the drunken captain to keep me aboard. Montgomery said never a word. I was alternately despairful and desperate. I did not then see the hands from the island that were receiving the packages. ‘Law be damned! I’m king here. I even bawled entreaties to the sailors. The captain went forward interfering rather than assisting. I felt a gust of hysterical petulance.The Island of Doctor Moreau men. I could not resist an impulse to laugh at my miserable quandary. and into this the strange assortment of goods were swung. but busied themselves in assisting and directing the four or five sailors who were unloading the goods. Hunger and a lack of blood-corpuscles take all 31 of 209 . with two standing lugs. only shook his head. Meanwhile the sailors progressed rapidly with the task of unshipping the packages and caged animals.— first to the grey-haired man to let me land. I felt all the wretcheder for the lack of a breakfast. lay under the lea of the schooner. Neither Montgomery nor his companion took the slightest notice of me. A large launch. for the hull of the launch was hidden from me by the side of the schooner. Once or twice as I stood waiting there for things to accomplish themselves. ‘You’re going overboard.’ was the captain’s refrain.

So I waited passively upon fate. and the work of transferring Montgomery’s possessions to the launch went on as if I did not exist. and was quite unvictualled. and I pushed back with all my strength to avoid falling headlong. Even then I noticed the oddness of the brown faces of the men who were with Montgomery in the launch. they swung me into her by a rope (for they had no stern ladder). I perceived pretty clearly that I had not the stamina either to resist what the captain chose to do to expel me. I drifted slowly from the schooner. The hands in the launch shouted derisively. and then they cut me adrift. to the gangway. but the launch was now fully laden. the mate. I was hauled. In the end. and then the captain. resisting weakly enough. and was shoved off hastily. and then came a struggle.The Island of Doctor Moreau the manhood from a man. In a kind of stupor I watched all hands take to the rigging. I refused to go aboard her. and I heard Montgomery curse at them. Presently that work was finished. or to force myself upon Montgomery and his companion. and one of the seamen helping him. had no oars. it was half full of water. A broadening gap of green water appeared under me. The dingey of the ‘Lady Vain’ had been towing behind. ran me aft towards the stern. and 32 of 209 . and flung myself full length on the deck.

I was empty and very faint. now half swamped. I was still weak. or I should have had more heart. stunned. Then I realized that I was in that little hell of mine again.The Island of Doctor Moreau slowly but surely she came round to the wind. At first I could scarcely believe what had happened. I crouched in the bottom of the dingey. I prayed aloud for God to let me die. you must remember. I saw the schooner standing away from me. and looking back over the gunwale. In a passion of despair I struck with my fists at the water in the bottom of the boat. from my exposure in the boat. and turning towards the island saw the launch growing smaller as she approached the beach. The tears ran down my face. I did not turn my head to follow her. I stared at her weather-beaten side heeling steeply towards me. and then she passed out of my range of view. 33 of 209 . But as it was I suddenly began to sob and weep. and kicked savagely at the gunwale. the sails fluttered. as I had never done since I was a little child. oily sea. Abruptly the cruelty of this desertion became clear to me. and then bellied out as the wind came into them. and staring blankly at the vacant. I had no means of reaching the land unless I should chance to drift there. with the red-haired captain mocking at me over the taffrail.

and rising. approaching the island slantingly. who was steering. at whom the staghounds were snarling savagely. I told him the dingey was nearly swamped. I drifted very slowly to the eastward. for there was no room aboard. the launch come round and return towards me. and I could make out as she drew nearer Montgomery’s white-haired. THE EVIL-LOOKING BOATMEN. caught and fastened my painter to the tiller to tow me. and he reached me a piggin. bravely enough. with hysterical relief. She was heavily laden.The Island of Doctor Moreau VI. The black-faced cripple was glaring at me as fixedly in the bows near the puma. took pity on me. I had recovered from my hysterical phase by this time and answered his hail. There were three other men besides. brought the boat by me. seeing that I was really adrift. 34 of 209 . I was jerked back as the rope tightened between the boats.—three strange brutish-looking fellows. as he approached. and presently I saw. For some time I was busy baling. BUT the islanders. This individual stared fixedly at me without moving or speaking. Montgomery. broadshouldered companion sitting cramped up with the dogs and several packing-cases in the stern sheets.

white stuff down even to the fingers and feet: I have never seen men so wrapped up before. and a strange crew they were. He talked to Montgomery in a tone too low for me to hear. he looked down at the staghound that sat between his knees. though I failed to see what had occasioned it. The white-haired man I found was still regarding me steadfastly. From him my eyes travelled to his three men. dirty. They seemed to me then to be brown men. and the fall of his heavy mouth at the corners gave him an expression of pugnacious resolution. and women 35 of 209 . yet there was something in their faces— I knew not what—that gave me a queer spasm of disgust. I looked steadily at them. He was a powerfully-built man. and the impression did not pass. When my eyes met his. the boat was perfectly sound) that I had leisure to look at the people in the launch again. as I have said. but with an expression. but their limbs were oddly swathed in some thin. as I now fancied. of some perplexity. but his eyes had that odd drooping of the skin above the lids which often comes with advancing years. I saw only their faces. with a fine forehead and rather heavy features.The Island of Doctor Moreau It was not until I had got the water under (for the water in the dingey had been shipped.

The whitehaired man. and then frayed out like a down feather. who I knew was a good six feet in height. I found afterwards that really none were taller than myself. they met my gaze. They had lank black hair. We were now within the embrace of a broad bay flanked on either hand by a low promontory. and looked at me in an odd.—chiefly a kind of palm. but their bodies were abnormally long.The Island of Doctor Moreau so only in the East. that was new to me. they were an amazingly ugly gang. It was low. and thereunder peered out their elfin faces at me. sat a head below any one of the three. and then first one and then another turned away from my direct stare. They wore turbans too. and I turned my attention to the island we were approaching. At any rate. From one point a thin white thread of vapour rose slantingly to an immense height. It occurred to me that I was perhaps annoying them. and seemed as they sat to exceed in stature any race of men I have seen. and covered with thick vegetation. furtive manner. almost like horsehair.—faces with protruding lower-jaws and bright eyes. The beach was of dull-grey 36 of 209 . and over the heads of them under the forward lug peered the black face of the man whose eyes were luminous in the dark. and the thigh-part of the leg short and curiously twisted. As I stared at them.

was really a mere ditch just long enough at this phase of 37 of 209 . making the most grotesque movements. This dock. as I call it. Montgomery steered us round and into a narrow little dock excavated in the beach. extraordinary lank arms. He was dressed like Montgomery and his white-haired companion. I fancied while we were still far off that I saw some other and very grotesque-looking creatures scuttle into the bushes upon the slope. and with a black negroid face. A man stood awaiting us at the water’s edge. Half way up was a square enclosure of some greyish stone. and irregularly set with trees and undergrowth. and sloped steeply up to a ridge. but I saw nothing of these as we drew nearer. in jacket and trousers of blue serge. He had a large. the four men in the launch sprang up. which I found subsequently was built partly of coral and partly of pumiceous lava. perhaps sixty or seventy feet above the sea-level. and with singularly awkward gestures struck the lugs. this individual began to run to and fro on the beach. As we came still nearer. and stood with his heavy face thrust forward staring at us. Then the man on the beach hastened towards us. mouth. This man was of a moderate size.The Island of Doctor Moreau sand. Two thatched roofs peeped from within this enclosure. At a word of command from Montgomery. long thin feet. almost lipless. and bow-legs.

what with my long fast and the sun beating down on my bare head. scrambled out upon the sand.The Island of Doctor Moreau the tide to take the longboat. and I could not think where. and bawling orders over their din. and all set to work at unloading. Somewhere I had heard such a voice before.— not stiff they were. assisted by the man on the beach. The dogs were still snarling. The three big fellows spoke to one another in odd guttural tones. to offer any assistance. and strained at their chains after these men. Montgomery. holding in a tumult of six dogs. almost as if they were jointed in the wrong place. landed. with the clumsiest movements. The white-haired man stood. as the white-haired man landed with them. and forthwith set to landing the cargo. staved the dingey off the rudder of the big boat with my piggin. The three muffled men. having unshipped the rudder. I was too faint. I was struck especially by the curious movements of the legs of the three swathed and bandaged boatmen. landed likewise. I heard the bows ground in the sand. 38 of 209 . and freeing the painter. but distorted in some odd way. and the man who had waited for us on the beach began chattering to them excitedly—a foreign language. as I fancied—as they laid hands on some bales piled near the stern.

at least.eBook brought to you by The Island of Doctor Moreau Create. Prendick.’ His little eyes were a brilliant black under his heavy brows. Download the free trial version.’ he said. ‘as though you had scarcely breakfasted. This is a biological station—of a sort. May I ask what that signifies?’ I told him I had spent some years at the Royal College of Science. Presently the white-haired man seemed to recollect my presence. we must make you comfortable.—though you are uninvited. ‘I and Montgomery.’ He left me abruptly. He raised his eyebrows slightly at that. ‘As it happens.’ said he. ‘That alters the case a little. We see a ship once in a twelve-month or so. towards the walled yard. I can’t say. Mr. ‘When you will be able to get away. and went up the beach past this group. and had done some researches in biology under Huxley. you know. erecting a pile of smaller 39 of 209 . we are biologists here. and edit PDF. and came up to me. The other two men were with Montgomery. ‘I must apologise for that. on rollers. and I think entered the enclosure. We’re off the track to anywhere. ‘You look. Prendick.’ His eye rested on the men in white who were busily hauling the puma.’ he added. says you know something of science. ‘Montgomery says you are an educated man. view. Mr.’ He looked keenly into my face. with a trifle more respect in his manner. Then. Now you are our guest.

The llama was still on the launch with the rabbit hutches. You’ll find this island an infernally rum place. fifteen or twenty of them I should think. Presently Montgomery left them. The pile of things completed. all three men laid hold of the truck and began shoving the ton-weight or so upon it after the puma. I waded in with him. He’d have made things lively for you. ‘that saved me again". ‘That depends.The Island of Doctor Moreau packages on a low-wheeled truck. ‘I wish you’d help me with these rabbits. and seemed to alter his mind about what was on his lips. and forthwith they went off with that hopping run of theirs. the staghounds were still lashed to the thwarts. He—’ He hesitated. and coming back to me held out his hand. He clapped his hands.’ said I.’ said he. and tilting the thing on one end turned its living contents out on the ground. They fell in a struggling heap one on the top of the other. and helped him lug one of the hutches ashore. 40 of 209 .’ ‘lt was you. ‘I’m glad. I promise you. I’d watch my goings carefully. if I were you. His procedure with the rabbits was singular.’ he said. up the beach. That captain was a silly ass. ‘for my own part. No sooner was that done than he opened the door of it.

for I have been an abstainer from my birth. Hitherto we’ve had a certain lack of meat here. Prendick. The brandy I did not touch. the white-haired man returned with a brandy-flask and some biscuits. my friends. while the white-haired man helped Montgomery to release about a score more of the rabbits.The Island of Doctor Moreau ‘Increase and multiply. Three big hutches.’ As I watched them disappearing. ‘Something to go on with. but set to work on the biscuits at once.’ said he. I made no ado. 41 of 209 . went up to the house with the puma. ‘Replenish the island. however. in a far more familiar tone than before.’ said Montgomery.

’ said Montgomery. I noticed then that the puma in its cage and the pile of packages had been placed outside the entrance to this quadrangle. ‘I daresay you are. and was being beached. I turned and saw that the launch had now been unloaded. noddding towards the enclosure. 42 of 209 . and the white-haired man was walking towards us. ‘THE LOCKED DOOR.’ said the white-haired man.’ said Montgomery. He addressed Montgomery.The Island of Doctor Moreau VII. What are we to do with him?’ ‘He knows something of science. in anything but a cordial tone. and my position was the outcome of such unexpected adventures. I followed the llama up the beach. who asked me not to enter the stone enclosure. ‘And now comes the problem of this uninvited guest. and was overtaken by Montgomery.’ THE reader will perhaps understand that at first everything was so strange about me. His eyes grew brighter. that I had no discernment of the relative strangeness of this or that thing. ‘I’m itching to get to work again—with this new stuff. run out again.

looking at Montgomery. as we don’t know you—‘ ‘Decidedly. but you’ll remember you’re uninvited. ‘I’m sorry to make a mystery. and we can’t spare the time to build him a new shanty. is a kind of Blue-Beard’s chamber.’ He twisted his heavy mouth into a faint smile—he was one of those saturnine people who smile with the corners of the mouth down. Nothing very dreadful. Mr.’ Montgomery answered.’ said I. framed in iron and locked. and at the corner we came to a small doorway I had not 43 of 209 .’ ‘I’ve been thinking of the same things. but just now. The main entrance to the enclosure we passed. ‘There’s my room with the outer door—‘ ‘That’s it. ‘I should be a fool to take offence at any want of confidence. to a sane man.The Island of Doctor Moreau ‘We can’t send him over there. in fact. Our little establishment here contains a secret or so. really. it was a heavy wooden gate. and all three of us went towards the enclosure.’ ‘I’m in your hands.’ said I. Prendick. promptly.— and bowed his acknowledgment of my complaisance. and we certainly can’t take him into our confidence just yet.’ said the elder man. with the cargo of the launch piled outside it. I had no idea of what he meant by ‘over there.

and entered. I found. and found myself in a small apartment. His keys. and to an array of old books.The Island of Doctor Moreau previously observed. A hammock was slung across the darker corner of the room. chiefly. as if to avoid opening the inner one again. and the inner door. was my limit inward. and the elaborate locking-up of the place even while it was still under his eye. and then. He left the room by the outer door. went out after the other.’ he said. which ‘for fear of accidents. I followed him. He called my attention to a convenient deck-chair before the window. surgical works and editions of the Latin and Greek classics (languages I cannot read with any comfort). struck me as peculiar.’ said Montgomery. This inner door Montgomery at once closed. plainly but not uncomfortably furnished and with its inner door. This the white-haired man told me was to be my apartment. which was slightly ajar. opened this door. and a small unglazed window defended by an iron bar looked out towards the sea. The white-haired man produced a bundle of keys from the pocket of his greasy blue jacket. 44 of 209 . ‘We usually have our meals in here. opening into a paved courtyard. he would lock on the other side. as if in doubt. on a shelf near the hammock.

I could hear the rapid patter of their feet. Then I heard a key inserted and turned in the lock behind me. and for the moment I do not think I noticed. Presently the window-frame hid him. and ate them with an excellent appetite. that had now been brought up from the beach. I was very much impressed by the elaborate secrecy of these two men regarding the contents of the place. I recalled that none 45 of 209 . They were not barking. but so odd is the human memory that I could not then recall that wellknown name in its proper connection. I never saw such a gait. After a little while I heard through the locked door the noise of the staghounds. Moreau! Through the window I saw one of those unaccountable men in white. From that my thoughts went to the indefinable queerness of the deformed man on the beach. lugging a packing-case along the beach.The Island of Doctor Moreau ‘Moreau!’ I heard him call. Then as I handled the books on the shelf it came up in consciousness: Where had I heard the name of Moreau before? I sat down before the window. and Montgomery’s voice soothing them. such odd motions as he pulled at the box. but sniffing and growling in a curious fashion. and for some time I was thinking of that and of the unaccountable familiarity of the name of Moreau. took out the biscuits that still remained to me.

bending amiably.The Island of Doctor Moreau of these men had spoken to me. I could hardly repress a shuddering recoil as he came. Then astonishment paralysed me. there came surging into my head the phrase. He was now dressed in white. The man had pointed ears. regarding me oddly over his shoulder. it jumped upon me suddenly close to my face. Just as I was thinking of him he came in. by some odd trick of unconscious cerebration. though most of them I had found looking at me at one time or another in a peculiarly furtive manner. He turned and went towards the door. sair. ‘The Moreau Hollows’—was it? ‘The Moreau—’ Ah! It sent my memory back ten years. and as I did so. Under his stringy black locks I saw his ear. quite unlike the frank stare of your unsophisticated savage. and when they did speak.’ he said. they had all seemed remarkably taciturn. covered with a fine brown fur! ‘Your breakfast. and carried a little tray with some coffee and boiled vegetables thereon. endowed with very uncanny voices. I stared at his face without attempting to answer him. and placed the tray before me on the table. ‘The Moreau Horrors!’ The 46 of 209 . Indeed. What was wrong with them? Then I recalled the eyes of Montgomery’s ungainly attendant. I followed him out with my eyes.

his gruesome pamphlet became notorious. It was not the first time that conscience has turned against the 47 of 209 .The Island of Doctor Moreau phrase drifted loose in my mind for a moment. It was in the silly season. Then I remembered distinctly all about it. Was this the same Moreau? He had published some very astonishing facts in connection with the transfusion of blood.— a prominent and masterful physiologist. about fifty. appealed to the conscience of the nation. and by the help of a shocking accident (if it was an accident). to read which made one shiver and creep. I had been a mere lad then. a cousin of the temporary laboratoryassistant. flayed and otherwise mutilated. and then I saw it in red lettering on a little buff-coloured pamphlet. well-known in scientific circles for his extraordinary imagination and his brutal directness in discussion. escaped from Moreau’s house. I suppose. and a prominent editor. with the deliberate intention of making sensational exposures. A journalist obtained access to his laboratory in the capacity of laboratoryassistant. He had to leave England. Then suddenly his career was closed. That long-forgotten pamphlet came back with startling vividness to my mind. and in addition was known to be doing valuable work on morbid growths. On the day of its publication a wretched dog. and Moreau was.

He might perhaps have purchased his social peace by abandoning his investigations. It dawned upon me to what end the puma and the other animals— which had now been brought with other luggage into the enclosure behind the house—were destined. and especially to another scientific man. I felt convinced that this must be the same man. Yet surely. I heard the puma growling through the wall. but he apparently preferred the latter. It was the antiseptic odour of the dissecting-room. as most men would who have once fallen under the overmastering spell of research. It may be that he deserved to be. and had indeed nothing but his own interest to consider. Yet some of his experiments.The Island of Doctor Moreau methods of research. He was unmarried. were wantonly cruel. an odour that had been in the background of my consciousness hitherto. suddenly came forward into the forefront of my thoughts. but I still think that the tepid support of his fellow-investigators and his desertion by the great body of scientific workers was a shameful thing. by the journalist’s account. Everything pointed to it. and one of the dogs yelped as though it had been struck. and a curious faint odour. there was nothing so horrible in vivisection as to account 48 of 209 . The doctor was simply howled out of the country. the halitus of something familiar.

The Island of Doctor Moreau for this secrecy. frothing under a freshening breeze. and by some odd leap in my thoughts the pointed ears and luminous eyes of Montgomery’s attendant came back again before me with the sharpest definition. What could it all mean? A locked enclosure on a lonely island. a notorious vivisector. and these crippled and distorted men? 49 of 209 . and let these and other strange memories of the last few days chase one another through my mind. I stared before me out at the green sea.

—that. suddenly. Anyhow.’ ‘The devil you do!’ said he. THE CRYING OF THE PUMA. It’s queer—‘ ‘Montgomery.’ ‘I wish I’d been. It was that infernal stuff which led to my coming here. but that Moreau was too preoccupied with some work to come. I glanced askance at this strange creature.’ said I. and three glasses and knives. a jug of water. I thought myself in luck at the time. But it’s no use locking the door after the steed is stolen. thanks. when Moreau offered to get me off. ‘What an ass I was to mention it to you! I might have thought. ‘I know that name.The Island of Doctor Moreau VIII. some herbs and other eatables. MONTGOMERY interrupted my tangle of mystification and suspicion about one o’clock. and his grotesque attendant followed him with a tray bearing bread. ‘why has your man pointed ears?’ 50 of 209 . ‘Moreau!’ said I. as the outer door closed. I’m an abstainer. it will give you an inkling of our—mysteries. restless eyes. a flask of whiskey. and a foggy night. Whiskey?’ ‘No. and found him watching me with his queer. Montgomery said he would lunch with me.

‘that there was something the matter with his ears. What were they like?’ I was persuaded from his manner that this ignorance was a pretence. ‘and a fine black fur at the edges?’ He helped himself to whiskey and water with great deliberation. ‘Damn!’ he said. ‘Pointed. with a catch in my breath. as calmly as possible. ‘Pointed ears?’ ‘Little points to them. hoarse cry of animal pain came from the enclosure behind us. He stared at me for a moment. ‘I always thought.’ By this time Montgomery had recovered from the surprise of my question. And his eyes shine in the dark. and edit PDF. I could hardly tell the man that I thought him a liar. with a certain accentuation of his flavouring of lisp.’ he said deliberately. from the way he covered them. over his first mouthful of food. ‘rather small and furry. ‘I was under the impression—that his hair covered his ears.’ A sharp.—distinctly furry. Still. ‘Yes?’ he said.eBook brought to you by The Island of Doctor Moreau Create. 51 of 209 . Download the free trial version. view. But the whole man is one of the strangest beings I ever set eyes on.’ I said. I saw Montgomery wince. Its depth and volume testified to the puma. and then repeated.’ said I.’ ‘I saw them as he stooped by me to put that coffee you sent to me on the table.

But I’m used to him. Then the poor brute within gave vent to a series of short. I had half a mind to attack him about the men on the beach. How does he strike you?’ ‘He’s unnatural. in fact. you know.’ He resumed his meal. ‘The crew of the schooner must have felt it the same. ‘what race are they?’ ‘Excellent fellows.’ I said. You saw the captain?’ Suddenly the puma howled again. when he comes near me. ‘I can’t see it.’ said I. Can’t remember where he came from.’ he said.The Island of Doctor Moreau ‘Where did you pick up the creature?’ ‘San Francisco. but it gives me a nasty little sensation. We both are. I admit. ‘Rum!’ he said. absentmindedly. He’s an ugly brute. you know. It’s a touch— of the diabolical. aren’t they?’ said he. Montgomery swore under his breath. sharp cries. 52 of 209 . Halfwitted.’ Montgomery had stopped eating while I told him this. ‘There’s something about him— don’t think me fanciful. a tightening of my muscles. ‘Your men on the beach. ‘I had no idea of it. this time more painfully. and masticated. Made a dead set at the poor devil. knitting his brows as the animal yelled out sharply.

grew at last to such an exquisite expression of suffering that I could stand it in that confined room no longer. He tried to draw me into a discussion about alcohol. The emotional appeal of those yells grew upon me steadily. and Montgomery left me alone in the room again. Presently our meal came to an end. I flung aside a crib of Horace I had been reading. Presently I got to stopping my ears with my fingers. He looked at me with his dull grey eyes. There was another outcry worse than the former. and walking past the main 53 of 209 .The Island of Doctor Moreau I said no more. All the time he had been in a state of ill-concealed irritation at the noise of the vivisected puma. I answered him distractedly. and they grew in depth and intensity as the afternoon wore on. They were painful at first. and left me to the obvious application. but their constant resurgence at last altogether upset my balance. to bite my lips. He seemed anxious to lay stress on the fact that I owed my life to him. and began to clench my fists. I found myself that the cries were singularly irritating. He had spoken of his odd want of nerve. and then took some more whiskey. I stepped out of the door into the slumberous heat of the late afternoon. the misshapen monster with the pointed ears cleared the remains away. professing to have saved my life with it. and to pace the room.

It was as if all the pain in the world had found a voice. It is when suffering finds a voice and sets our nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us. the world was a confusion. and had it been dumb. until I was out of earshot of the house in the chequered wall. I believe—I have thought since— I could have stood it well enough. blurred with drifting black and red phantasms.The Island of Doctor Moreau entrance—locked again. I noticed— turned the corner of the wall The crying sounded even louder out of doors. 54 of 209 . But in spite of the brilliant sunlight and the green fans of the trees waving in the soothing sea-breeze. Yet had I known such pain was in the next room.

and then began to turn over in my mind again the strange 55 of 209 . or the intervening masses of thicket.The Island of Doctor Moreau IX. The distance I had come. THE THING IN THE FOREST. I let my eyes wander over this scene for a while. I paused and listened. On the farther side I saw through a bluish haze a tangle of trees and creepers. and descending towards a streamlet that ran through a narrow valley. The rivulet was hidden by the luxuriant vegetation of the banks save at one point. and went scampering up the slope before me. and above these again the luminous blue of the sky. and sat down in the edge of the shade. I STRODE through the undergrowth that clothed the ridge behind the house. Then with a rustle a rabbit emerged. I hesitated. passed on through the shadow of a thick cluster of straight-stemmed trees beyond it. The place was a pleasant one. scarcely heeding whither I went. Here and there a splash of white or crimson marked the blooming of some trailing epiphyte. where I caught a triangular patch of its glittering water. deadened any sound that might be coming from the enclosure. and so presently found myself some way on the other side of the ridge. The air was still.

and a piece of lava. with black hair. by a rustling amidst the greenery on the other side of the stream. I could hear the suck of the water at his lips as he drank.The Island of Doctor Moreau peculiarities of Montgomery’s man. He was clothed in bluish cloth. Then I saw it was a man. he slunk off among the bushes to the right of me. Then suddenly upon the bank of the stream appeared Something—at first I could not distinguish what it was. I leant forward to see him better. stopping to look back once or twice. His legs were scarcely half the length of his body. He looked up guiltily. It bowed its round head to the water. detached by my hand. and began to drink. and stood wiping his clumsy hand across his mouth and regarding me. Then. So. we remained for perhaps the space of a minute. staring one another out of countenance. going on all-fours like a beast. For a moment I could see nothing but the waving summits of the ferns and reeds. and presently I fell into a tranquil state midway between dozing and waking. But it was too hot to think elaborately. From this I was aroused. and his eyes met mine. Forthwith he scrambled to his feet. and I heard 56 of 209 . went pattering down the slope. after I know not how long. and was of a copper-coloured hue. It seemed that grotesque ugliness was an invariable character of these islanders.

and turning suddenly saw the flapping white tail of a rabbit vanishing up the slope. Why should a man go on all-fours and drink with his lips? Presently I heard an animal wailing again. Then I thought that the man I had just seen had been clothed in bluish cloth. had not been naked as a savage would have been. half-bestial creature had suddenly populated the stillness of the afternoon for me. This led me down to the stream. 57 of 209 . I jumped to my feet. The apparition of this grotesque. and taking it to be the puma. and regretted that I was unarmed. My drowsy tranquillity had gone. Long after he had disappeared. Yet I was greatly disturbed at the apparition. I was startled by a noise behind me. and I tried to persuade myself from that fact that he was after all probably a peaceful character. turning my head about and peering this way and that among the straight stems of the trees. I turned about and walked in a direction diametrically opposite to the sound. I remained sitting up staring in the direction of his retreat.The Island of Doctor Moreau the swish of the fronds grow faint in the distance and die away. I looked around me rather nervously. I walked to the left along the slope. across which I stepped and pushed my way up through the undergrowth beyond. that the dull ferocity of his countenance belied him.

I resolved to go back to the enclosure on the beach. through the bushes.The Island of Doctor Moreau I was startled by a great patch of vivid scarlet on the ground. branched and corrugated like a foliaceous lichen. and as I stared at the little furry body came the difficulty of how the thing had been done. I began to realise the hardihood of my expedition among these unknown people. I stopped aghast at the sight of the scattered blood. but still warm and with the head torn off. Here at least was one visitor to the island disposed of! There were no traces of other violence about it.—became an ambush. but deliquescing into slime at the touch. and then in the shadow of some luxuriant ferns I came upon an unpleasant thing. 58 of 209 . It looked as though it had been suddenly snatched up and killed.—the dead body of a rabbit covered with shining flies. anxious to get a clear space about me again. The vague dread that had been in my mind since I had seen the inhuman face of the man at the stream grew distincter as I stood there. I suddenly turned away and thrust myself violently. The thicket about me became altered to my imagination. and going up to it found it to be a peculiar fungus. every rustle became a threat. Every shadow became something more than a shadow. possibly even frantically. Invisible things seemed watching me.

They had fat. I never saw such bestial-looking creatures. One was evidently a female. and a scant bristly hair upon their heads. They were talking. They swayed their heads and shoulders from side to side. and all three had been too closely interested to heed the rustling of my approach. The speaker’s words came thick and sloppy. Before me. He seemed to me to be reciting some complicated gibberish. save for swathings of scarlet cloth about the middle. the dense growth of stems and twining vines and splashes of fungus and flowers closed in again. or at least one of the men was talking to the other two. the other two were men. They were naked. heavy. made by a fall. and though I could hear them distinctly I could not distinguish what he said. chinless faces. such as I had seen in no savages before. It was a kind of glade in the forest. and beyond. and their skins were of a dull pinkish-drab colour. seedlings were already starting up to struggle for the vacant space. retreating foreheads. squatting together upon the fungoid ruins of a huge fallen tree and still unaware of my approach. At that the others 59 of 209 . were three grotesque human figures.The Island of Doctor Moreau I stopped just in time to prevent myself emerging upon an open space. Presently his articulation became shriller. and spreading his hands he rose to his feet.

and a refrain. raising and stamping their feet and waving their arms. had woven into it—into its movements. and their lank. Suddenly. despite its human form. I noticed then the abnormal shortness of their legs. what had given me the two inconsistent and conflicting impressions of utter strangeness and yet of the strangest familiarity. as I watched their grotesque and unaccountable gestures. All three began slowly to circle round.’ it sounded like. I perceived clearly for the first time what it was that had offended me. into the expression of its countenance. and the rough humanity of its bodily form.’ or ‘Balloola. with an expression of strange pleasure. Saliva dripped from their lipless mouths. spreading their hands and swaying their bodies in rhythm with their chant. a kind of tune crept into their rhythmic recitation. also rising to their feet. Their eyes began to sparkle. into its whole presence—some now irresistible suggestion of a hog. its rag of clothing. and their ugly faces to brighten. and yet human beings with the strangest air about them of some familiar animal. clumsy feet. the unmistakable mark of the beast.The Island of Doctor Moreau began to gibber in unison.—‘Aloola. Each of these creatures. a swinish taint. The three creatures engaged in this mysterious rite were human in shape. 60 of 209 .

walking with noiseless footsteps parallel with my course. Then suddenly traversing a little glade. I distinguished through the interlacing network the head and body of the brute I had seen 61 of 209 . The feet stopped as I did. and for a moment was on all-fours. I stopped abruptly.—to recover. and perhaps thirty yards away from me. forthwith. hoping the creature did not see me. and I scarcely noticed that I had emerged upon a faint pathway amidst the trees.The Island of Doctor Moreau I stood overcome by this amazing realisation and then the most horrible questionings came rushing into my mind. So nervous was I that I controlled an impulse to headlong flight with the utmost difficulty. The head and upper part of the body were hidden by a tangle of creeper. and becoming every now and then rigid with the fear of being discovered. Then looking hard. My only idea for the moment was to get away from these foul beings. I saw with an unpleasant start two clumsy legs among the trees. first one and then the other. But that transitory gleam of the true animalism of these monsters was enough. They began leaping in the air. Then one slipped. It was long before I grew bolder. and dared to move freely. indeed. I turned as noiselessly as possible. whooping and grunting. as a branch cracked or a leaf rustled. I pushed back into the bushes.

What on earth was he. Then he turned and stared at me again.The Island of Doctor Moreau drinking.—man or beast? What did he want with me? I had no weapon. ‘No!’ he said suddenly. a half-luminous colour that vanished as he turned his head again. At any rate the Thing. but I felt that he had stopped and was watching me again. He was motionless for a moment. Setting my teeth hard. looking steadfastly into his eyes. ‘Who are you?’ said I. I was anxious not to show the fear that seemed chilling my backbone. I walked straight towards him. I could not see him. looking over his shoulder at me and hesitating. Flight would be madness. not even a stick. and saw him twenty paces beyond. and then with a noiseless tread began running through the green confusion. In another moment he had vanished behind some bushes. I pushed through a tangle of tall white-flowered bushes. whatever it was. lacked the courage to attack me. He moved his head. His eyes shone brightly out of the dusk under the trees. 62 of 209 . He tried to meet my gaze. I advanced a step or two. There was an emerald flash in his eyes as he glanced at me from the shadow of the trees. and turning went bounding away from me through the undergrowth.

eBook brought to you by The Island of Doctor Moreau Create. I gave one more look into the blue shadows that had swallowed up this odd creature. The thought of a return to that pain-haunted refuge was extremely disagreeable. and that was all. going as I judged in the direction from which I had come. The sun had set some minutes since. but still more so was the idea of being overtaken in the open by darkness and all that darkness might conceal. view. and presently found myself in a level place among scattered trees. For the first time I realised how the lateness of the hour might affect me. but I felt my only chance was bluff. and then retraced my way down the slope towards the stream. Unless I would spend the night among the unknown dangers of the mysterious forest. Download the free trial version. I must hasten back to the enclosure. and walked steadily towards him. the gaps 63 of 209 . The colourless clearness that comes after the sunset flush was darkling. the swift dusk of the tropics was already fading out of the eastern sky. and edit PDF. my mind confused with many things. the interspaces of the trees. I walked eagerly. and a pioneer moth fluttered silently by my head. My heart was in my mouth. Once more I thought I caught the glint of his eyes. He turned again. the blue sky above grew momentarily deeper. and vanished into the dusk. and the little stars one by one pierced the attenuated light.

and presently a shapeless lump heaved up momentarily against the sky-line and vanished again. Presently the trees grew thinner. I began to be tormented by a faint rustling upon my right hand. grew black and mysterious. save for the evening breeze in the tree-tops. I increased my pace. I turned away from the thickets. and endeavouring by sudden turns now and then to surprise something in the act of creeping upon me. and turned sharply. and all below that outline melted into one formless blackness. Then when I turned to hurry on again there was an echo to my footsteps. that had been hazy blue in the daylight. The colour vanished from the world.The Island of Doctor Moreau in the further vegetation. It came out black and clear-cut against the darkling sky. I pushed on. regarding it steadfastly from the further side. I thought at first it was fancy. and nevertheless my sense of another presence grew steadily. I saw nothing. I felt assured now that my 64 of 209 . for whenever I stopped there was silence. and then another expanse of tangled bushes. and the shrubby undergrowth more abundant. I did not remember crossing the sand-opening before. and after some time came to a slight ridge. crossed it. Then there was a desolate space covered with a white sand. keeping to the more open ground. The tree-tops rose against the luminous blue sky in inky silhouette.

or it was waiting to take me at some disadvantage. and I emerged upon a bare. Whatever it was. I thought that my nerves were unstrung. In a minute or so the trees grew thinner. and presently I had half persuaded myself that my pursuer had abandoned the chase. that I had lost my way. low headland running out into the sombre water. I quickened my footsteps almost into a run. and heard nothing but the creep of the blood in my ears. I listened. At times I would turn and listen. and that my imagination was tricking me. I kept studiously to the open. the wash upon an 65 of 209 . Then I heard the sound of the sea. I turned suddenly. and immediately there was a stumble in my rear. and stared at the uncertain trees behind me. and coupled with that was another unpleasant realisation. rigid. and the reflection of the growing multitude of the stars shivered in the tranquil heaving of the sea. or was a mere creation of my disordered imagination. the Thing either lacked the courage to attack me. Some way out. For a time I hurried on hopelessly perplexed.The Island of Doctor Moreau tawny-faced antagonist was stalking me once more. One black shadow seemed to leap into another. and turned resolutely towards the sound of the sea again. The night was calm and clear. and pursued by that stealthy approach.

The noiseless shadow halted a dozen yards from me. A little point of light shone on the further bend of the curve. Westward I saw the zodiacal light mingling with the yellow brilliance of the evening star. and as I moved. Then I recalled the fact that Moreau’s beach lay to the west. one among the lurking shadows moved to follow me.The Island of Doctor Moreau irregular band of reef shone with a pallid light of its own. At that I opened my 66 of 209 . The coast fell away from me to the east. and the grey sweep of the sandy beach lay faint under the starlight. I could see the Thing rather more distinctly now. Perhaps two miles away was that little point of light. for it stood erect. Presently the broad sweep of a bay to the westward became visible. and I halted again. To get to the beach I should have to go through the trees where the shadows lurked. I turned. turned westward to cross the headland. A twig snapped behind me. So I stood for perhaps a minute. and down a bushy slope. and then. its peculiar suggestion of alert watchfulness. and stood facing the dark trees. with an eye to the trees still. I could see nothing—or else I could see too much. and westward it was hidden by the shoulder of the cape. and there was a rustle. My heart beat quickly. Every dark form in the dimness had its ominous quality. It was no animal.

Then suddenly my tense excitement gave way. I heard some other body come crashing after me. Some 67 of 209 . Then I recalled a schoolboy expedient against big dogs. and twisted the rock into my handkerchief. I heard a movement further off among the shadows. and slunk obliquely into the further darkness. I advanced a step. with my adversary routed and this weapon in my hand. and found a hoarse phlegm choked my voice.The Island of Doctor Moreau mouth to speak. Without taking my eyes off the black form before me. but at my motion the Thing turned abruptly as a dog might have done. I broke into a profuse perspiration and fell atrembling. I stooped and picked up this lump of rock. At last I did it at a run. and gave this a turn round my wrist. That gave me an idea. I gave a wild cry. only gathered itself together. and as I emerged from the thicket upon the sand. Forthwith there came the swift patter of soft feet in pursuit. and began running along the sand. ‘Who is there?’ There was no answer. At that I completely lost my head with fear. as if the Thing was in retreat. I tried again. It was some time before I could summon resolution to go down through the trees and bushes upon the flank of the headland to the beach. and shouted. My foot struck a stone. and redoubled my pace. The Thing did not move.

which had been running on all-fours. with the water rippling round it. and there it lay still. I left it there. So long as I live. and. the Thing. rose to its feet. and the missile fell fair on its left temple. desperate and sobbing for my breath. I shall remember the terror of that chase. Splash. I felt my breath going. and went staggering past me to fall headlong upon the sand with its face in the water. I could not bring myself to approach that black heap. As I turned. Far away. I perceived the Thing would come up with me long before I reached the enclosure. The skull rang loud. nearer and nearer. The stone came out of the sling of the handkerchief as I did so.The Island of Doctor Moreau dim. black things about three or four times the size of rabbits went running or hopping up from the beach towards the bushes as I passed. and the animal-man blundered into me. thrust me back with its hands. and heard every now and then the splash of the feet that gained upon me. splash. and I felt a pain like a knife at my side. hopelessly far. I wheeled round upon it and struck at it as it came up to me. was the yellow light. under the 68 of 209 . All the night about us was black and still. I ran near the water’s edge. it whooped as I drew it. came the pursuing feet.—struck with all my strength. for I was quite out of training.

and presently. and began running again towards the light. At that. 69 of 209 . came the pitiful moaning of the puma. though I was faint and horribly fatigued. I gathered together all my strength. the sound that had originally driven me out to explore this mysterious island. with a positive effect of relief. I thought I heard a voice calling me.The Island of Doctor Moreau still stars. and giving it a wide berth pursued my way towards the yellow glow of the house.

I replied by a feeble ‘Hullo!’ and in another moment had staggered up to him. eh?’ said he. Presently I heard him again. and my head fell forward on my chest. ‘We did not think you would start to explore this island of ours without telling us. ‘I was afraid—But—what—Hullo!’ My last remaining strength slipped from me.The Island of Doctor Moreau X. holding me at arm’s length.’ ‘You’ve been meeting some of our curiosities.’ he said. AS I drew near the house I saw that the light shone from the open door of my room.’ He led me into the room and set me down in the deck chair. 70 of 209 . For awhile I was blinded by the light. ‘For God’s sake. I think he found a certain satisfaction in giving me brandy. the voice of Montgomery shouting. ‘We have both been so busy that we forgot you until about half an hour ago. and then. ‘Prendick!’ I continued running. so that the light from the door fell on my face. and then I heard coming from out of the darkness at the side of that orange oblong of light.’ said I. THE CRYING OF THE MAN. ‘Where have you been?’ said he. ‘fasten that door.

’ he said. and twisted his mouth askew. in a state bordering on hysterics. ‘if this place is not as bad as Gower Street. He said something vague about his forgetting to warn me. ‘I’m thinking it was a bogle. ‘you’ll be off your head to-morrow. with its cats. ‘But I think you have had about enough for one day.’ ‘Montgomery.’ The puma suddenly gave a sharp yell of pain.’ said I. ‘What was that thing that came after me?’ I asked. in fragmentary sentences. went dull.’ said he. His eyes.’ said he. ‘From your account.’ I stood up in front of him.’ said I. At that he swore under his breath.’ 71 of 209 . He asked me no questions. I answered him as briefly. I was in a state of collapse. and asked me briefly when I left the house and what I had seen. which had seemed animated a minute before. ‘It’s nothing so very dreadful. but gave me some more brandy and water and pressed me to eat. ‘what was that thing that came after me? Was it a beast or was it a man?’ ‘If you don’t sleep to-night. He looked me squarely in the eyes. ‘Tell me what it all means.’ said he. ‘I’m damned.The Island of Doctor Moreau He locked the door and turned to me again.

were made out of the timbers of a ship.’ he said. man. Montgomery came round behind me and put his hand on my shoulder. I observed. Presently he returned with a small measure containing a dark liquid. Then I turned my head. Your nerves are worked to rags. For a little while I lay flat. I took it unresistingly. Prendick. ‘Look here. which. and saw a meal prepared for me on the table. I perceived that I was hungry. twisted round and deposited me upon all-fours on the floor. But it’s not so bad as you feel. Let me give you something that will make you sleep. and pressed my hands on my forehead. staring at the roof above me. I got up and sat down before the food. That—will keep on for hours yet. ‘I had no business to let you drift out into this silly island of ours. This he gave me. very politely anticipating my intention. and he helped me into the hammock. You must simply get to sleep. When I awoke.The Island of Doctor Moreau I felt a gust of intense irritation. I had a heavy feeling in my head. I bowed forward. and only the vaguest memory at first 72 of 209 . and covered my face with my hands. and prepared to clamber out of the hammock. I flung myself into the chair again. The rafters. which passed as quickly as it came.’ I did not reply. or I won’t answer for it. it was broad day. The puma began once more.

it moved me more profoundly than all that I had hitherto heard of the abominations behind the wall. but this time it was not the cry of a puma. and listened. There was no mistake this time in the quality of the dim. but with my ears still vigilant. Then I recalled the expression of his face the previous night. For it 73 of 209 . After a long pause I resumed my meal.’ And he shut the door. The morning breeze blew very pleasantly through the unglazed window. and with that the memory of all I had experienced reconstructed itself before me. ‘All right. and that and the food contributed to the sense of animal comfort which I experienced. Silence. very faint and low. I turned and saw Montgomery’s face.The Island of Doctor Moreau of the things that had happened over night. Presently I heard something else. I put down the mouthful that hesitated upon my lips.’ said he. I sat as if frozen in my attitude. I began to think my ears had deceived me. Even as that fear came back to me came a cry from within. Afterwards I discovered that he forgot to re-lock it. broken sounds. no doubt at all of their source. Presently the door behind me—the door inward towards the yard of the enclosure— opened. save for the whisper of the morning breeze. ‘I’m frightfully busy. Though it was faint and low.

in the dim light of the shadow.The Island of Doctor Moreau was groaning. Then through an open doorway beyond. man! Stop!’ cried Montgomery. white and terrible. and other things that were inaudible. scarred. and then blotting this out appeared the face of old Moreau. I fell at full length upon the floor. It was no brute this time. A startled deerhound yelped and snarled. 74 of 209 . and the door slammed and shut out the passionate intensity of his face. He lifted me as though I was a little child. and in three steps had crossed the room. broken by sobs and gasps of anguish. Then I heard the key turn in the lock.—brown. ‘Prendick.’ I heard Moreau say. ‘Ruin the work of a lifetime. and Montgomery’s voice in expostulation. in the sink. intervening. and flung me headlong back into my own room. I saw something bound painfully upon a framework.’ said Moreau.’ said Montgomery. red. ‘He does not understand. had twisted me off my feet. seized the handle of the door into the yard. and bandaged. I saw. In a moment he had gripped me by the shoulder with a hand that was smeared red. ‘I can’t spare the time yet. There was blood. it was a human being in torment! As I realised this I rose. and some scarlet—and I smelt the peculiar smell of carbolic acid. and flung it open before me.

I thought. 75 of 209 . The rest I did not hear. that such a thing as the vivisection of men was carried on here? The question shot like lightning across a tumultuous sky. Download the free trial version. I picked myself up and stood trembling. Could it be possible. and edit PDF. and suddenly the clouded horror of my mind condensed into a vivid realisation of my own danger. my mind a chaos of the most horrible misgivings.eBook brought to you by The Island of Doctor Moreau Create. view.

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IT came before my mind with an unreasonable hope of escape that the outer door of my room was still open to me. I was convinced now, absolutely assured, that Moreau had been vivisecting a human being. All the time since I had heard his name, I had been trying to link in my mind in some way the grotesque animalism of the islanders with his abominations; and now I thought I saw it all. The memory of his work on the transfusion of blood recurred to me. These creatures I had seen were the victims of some hideous experiment. These sickening scoundrels had merely intended to keep me back, to fool me with their display of confidence, and presently to fall upon me with a fate more horrible than death,—with torture; and after torture the most hideous degradation it is possible to conceive,—to send me off a lost soul, a beast, to the rest of their Comus rout. I looked round for some weapon. Nothing. Then with an inspiration I turned over the deck chair, put my foot on the side of it, and tore away the side rail. It happened that a nail came away with the wood, and projecting, gave a touch of danger to an otherwise petty weapon. I heard a

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step outside, and incontinently flung open the door and found Montgomery within a yard of it. He meant to lock the outer door! I raised this nailed stick of mine and cut at his face; but he sprang back. I hesitated a moment, then turned and fled, round the corner of the house. ‘Prendick, man!’ I heard his astonished cry, ‘don’t be a silly ass, man!’ Another minute, thought I, and he would have had me locked in, and as ready as a hospital rabbit for my fate. He emerged behind the corner, for I heard him shout, ‘Prendick!’ Then he began to run after me, shouting things as he ran. This time running blindly, I went northeastward in a direction at right angles to my previous expedition. Once, as I went running headlong up the beach, I glanced over my shoulder and saw his attendant with him. I ran furiously up the slope, over it, then turning eastward along a rocky valley fringed on either side with jungle I ran for perhaps a mile altogether, my chest straining, my heart beating in my ears; and then hearing nothing of Montgomery or his man, and feeling upon the verge of exhaustion, I doubled sharply back towards the beach as I judged, and lay down in the shelter of a canebrake. There I remained for a long time, too fearful to move, and indeed too fearful even to plan a course of action. The wild scene about me lay sleeping 77 of 209

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silently under the sun, and the only sound near me was the thin hum of some small gnats that had discovered me. Presently I became aware of a drowsy breathing sound, the soughing of the sea upon the beach. After about an hour I heard Montgomery shouting my name, far away to the north. That set me thinking of my plan of action. As I interpreted it then, this island was inhabited only by these two vivisectors and their animalised victims. Some of these no doubt they could press into their service against me if need arose. I knew both Moreau and Montgomery carried revolvers; and, save for a feeble bar of deal spiked with a small nail, the merest mockery of a mace, I was unarmed. So I lay still there, until I began to think of food and drink; and at that thought the real hopelessness of my position came home to me. I knew no way of getting anything to eat. I was too ignorant of botany to discover any resort of root or fruit that might lie about me; I had no means of trapping the few rabbits upon the island. It grew blanker the more I turned the prospect over. At last in the desperation of my position, my mind turned to the animal men I had encountered. I tried to find some hope in what I remembered of them. In turn I recalled each one

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I had seen, and tried to draw some augury of assistance from my memory. Then suddenly I heard a staghound bay, and at that realised a new danger. I took little time to think, or they would have caught me then, but snatching up my nailed stick, rushed headlong from my hiding-place towards the sound of the sea. I remember a growth of thorny plants, with spines that stabbed like pen-knives. I emerged bleeding and with torn clothes upon the lip of a long creek opening northward. I went straight into the water without a minute’s hesitation, wading up the creek, and presently finding myself kneedeep in a little stream. I scrambled out at last on the westward bank, and with my heart beating loudly in my ears, crept into a tangle of ferns to await the issue. I heard the dog (there was only one) draw nearer, and yelp when it came to the thorns. Then I heard no more, and presently began to think I had escaped. The minutes passed; the silence lengthened out, and at last after an hour of security my courage began to return to me. By this time I was no longer very much terrified or very miserable. I had, as it were, passed the limit of terror and despair. I felt now that my life was practically lost, and that persuasion made me capable of daring anything. I had 79 of 209

then. ‘You. He began chattering. impersonal. Suddenly he dropped from the tree. I did not feel the same repugnance towards this creature which I had experienced in my encounters with the other Beast Men.The Island of Doctor Moreau even a certain wish to encounter Moreau face to face.’ He was a man. sore and painful from the pricks of the spiny plants.—at least as much of a man as Montgomery’s attendant.’ 80 of 209 . ‘Yes. and stared around me at the trees. so suddenly that it seemed to jump out of the green tracery about it. and stood up facing him. you. I gripped my stick. I saw that it was the simian creature who had met the launch upon the beach. From the ship.—for he could talk. my eyes lit upon a black face watching me. ‘I came in the boat. restrained me. but an odd wish to see the whole adventure out. spectacular interest in myself.’ was all I could distinguish at first. ‘You. I stretched my limbs.’ I said. and in another moment was holding the fronds apart and staring curiously at me. I remembered that if I were too hard pressed at least one path of escape from torment still lay open to me. and. he said. He was clinging to the oblique stem of a palm-tree. you. ‘in the boat.—they could not very well prevent my drowning myself. and as I had waded into the water. I had half a mind to drown myself then. a queer.

He held his own hand out and counted his digits slowly. to my feet. afterwards I was to find that a great proportion of these Beast People had malformed hands. two. four. He grinned with immense satisfaction. ‘where can I get something to eat?’ 81 of 209 . But guessing this was in some way a greeting. ‘I say. to my hands. He came down with a twisting jump. and was astonished to find him swinging cheerfully by one lank arm from a rope of creeper that looped down from the foliage overhead. ‘Hullo!’ said I. three. and stood facing me. he made a swift movement—and vanished.’ said I. His eyes came back to my hands. and his bright. five—eigh?’ I did not grasp his meaning then. He seemed puzzled at something. and the cuts and scratches I had received from the thorns.The Island of Doctor Moreau ‘Oh!’ he said. The fern fronds he had stood between came swishing together. I pushed out of the brake after him. to the tattered places in my coat. I did the same thing by way of reply. to the stick I carried. Then his swift roving glance went round again. ‘One. His back was to me. restless eyes travelled over me. lacking sometimes even three digits.

I tried to make out what he meant by that. ‘At the huts.’ And his eye went back to the swing of ropes. and it seems I bored him.’ said he. I might perhaps find them friendly. with his hands hanging down and his jaw thrust forward. I wondered what memory he might have in him.’ At that he swung round. My ape-like companion trotted along by my side. find some handle in their minds to take hold of. and after having the question repeated. I did not know how far they had forgotten their human heritage. and set off at a quick walk.The Island of Doctor Moreau ‘Eat!’ he said. After another question or two he suddenly left my side and went leaping at some fruit that hung from a tree. ‘How long?’ he asked. ‘Come along.’ ‘But where are the huts?’ ‘Oh!’ ‘I’m new. now. All his motions were curiously rapid. he held up three fingers. I guessed the huts were some rough shelter where he and some more of these Beast People lived. The creature was little better than an idiot. I went with him to see the adventure out. you know. He pulled down a handful of prickly husks and went on 82 of 209 . ‘How long have you been on this island?’ said I. ‘Eat Man’s food.

and approached each other. Into this we plunged. Blotches of green and crimson drifted across my eyes. after the blinding sunlight reflected from the sulphurous ground. the rock opened again upon a gradual slope of sunlit greenery. On our right. others quite parrot-like. all charred and brown. I tried him with some other questions. and I stood in a floor of a chasm that was at first absolutely dark to me. for here at least was a hint for feeding. I heard some strange noises. and so to a bare place covered with a yellow-white incrustation. My conductor stopped suddenly. over a shoulder of bare rock.The Island of Doctor Moreau eating the contents. It was extremely dark. this passage. and thrust the knuckles of my left hand into my eyes. Beyond. Its walls grew steep. ‘Home!’ said he. The path coiled down abruptly into a narrow ravine between two tumbled and knotty masses of blackish scoria. I saw the level blue of the sea. and on 83 of 209 . prompt responses were as often as not quite at cross purposes with my question. Presently we came to trees. across which a drifting smoke. pungent in whiffs to nose and eyes. Some few were appropriate. I noted this with satisfaction. like that of a monkey’s cage ill-cleaned. went drifting. but his chattering. I became aware of a disagreeable odor. I was so intent upon these peculiarities that I scarcely noticed the path we followed.

The Island of Doctor Moreau either hand the light smote down through narrow ways into the central gloom. 84 of 209 .

the same low forehead and slow gestures. and was disfigured by lumps of decaying fruit-pulp and other refuse.The Island of Doctor Moreau XII. The creature had exactly the mild but repulsive features of a sloth. 85 of 209 . The winding way up the ravine between these was scarcely three yards wide. My conductor had vanished. As the first shock of the change of light passed. a crack in the knotted rock. which accounted for the disagreeable stench of the place. looking more like a flayed child than anything else in the world. The place was a narrow passage between high walls of lava. I started violently. The little sloth-like creature was standing and staring at me. and reeds leaning against the rock formed rough and impenetrably dark dens. and beckoned me in. and on either side interwoven heaps of sea-mat. THEN something cold touched my hand. and saw close to me a dim pinkish thing. palm-fans. I saw about me more distinctly. THE SAYERS OF THE LAW. As he did so a slouching monster wriggled out of one of the places. The little pink sloth-creature was still blinking at me when my Ape-man reappeared at the aperture of the nearest of these dens.

in spite of a certain trepidation and the nearly intolerable closeness of the den. It was a semi-circular space. and one on a rough stool. I took it. ‘It is a man. and against the rocky wall that formed the inner side of it was a pile of variegated fruits. cocoa-nuts among others. There was no fire. and began gnawing it. having half a mind to bolt the way I had come. The little pink sloth-creature stood in the aperture of the hut. determined to go through with the adventure. Some rough vessels of lava and wood stood about the floor. In the darkest corner of the hut sat a shapeless mass of darkness that grunted ‘Hey!’ as I came in. shaped like the half of a bee-hive. and stood up in featureless silhouette against the bright green beyond. ‘Hey!’ came out of the lump of mystery opposite. and then. I gripped my nailed stick about the middle and crawled into the little evil-smelling lean-to after my conductor.’ 86 of 209 .The Island of Doctor Moreau further up this strange street. and my Apeman stood in the dim light of the doorway and held out a split cocoa-nut to me as I crawled into the other corner and squatted down. as serenely as possible. I hesitated. and something else with a drab face and bright eyes came staring over its shoulder. staring at me.

’ gabbled my conductor. a five-man. I was puzzled.eBook brought to you by The Island of Doctor Moreau Create. view. a vague outline of a hunched-up figure. ‘Not to go on allfours. and edit PDF. with something in it—a kind of whistling overtone— that struck me as peculiar. 87 of 209 . that is the Law. ‘It is a man.’ I had missed its last remark.’ the voice repeated. but the English accent was strangely good. I perceived the pause was interrogative.’ ‘Shut up!’ said the voice from the dark. like me. My hand tightened on my stick.’ I began to distinguish now a deeper blackness in the black. Then I noticed the opening of the place was darkened by two more black heads. a man. and grunted. The thing in the dark repeated in a louder tone. but could distinguish nothing. He must learn the Law. I peered hard into the blackness. The Ape-man looked at me as though he expected something. ‘It is a man.’ it repeated in a kind of sing-song. ‘a man.’ I said. ‘Say the words. ‘He comes to live with us?’ It was a thick voice. ‘He comes to live with you. Download the free trial version. ‘It is a man. I gnawed my cocoa-nut amid an impressive stillness.

line by line. that is the Law. they swayed from side to side in the oddest way. Are we not Men? ‘Not to suck up Drink. That dark hut. I realised that I had to repeat this idiotic formula. with a threat in the tone of their voices. and beat their hands upon their knees. that is the Law.The Island of Doctor Moreau ‘Say the words. and all of them swaying in unison and chanting. and I and the rest to repeat it. Are we not Men?’ 88 of 209 . that is the Law. Are we not Men? ‘Not to claw the Bark of Trees. and I followed their example. repeating. that is the Law. The voice in the dark began intoning a mad litany. and the figures in the doorway echoed this. these grotesque dim figures. just flecked here and there by a glimmer of light. Are we not Men? ‘Not to eat Fish or Flesh. and then began the insanest ceremony. I could have imagined I was already dead and in another world. Are we not Men? ‘Not to chase other Men.’ said the Ape-man. As they did so. ‘Not to go on all-fours. that is the Law.

‘His is the deep. after animalising these men.’ And so on for another long series. ‘His is the Hand that makes. had infected their dwarfed brains with a kind of deification of himself. ‘His is the House of Pain. salt sea. ‘His is the lightning flash. ‘His is the Hand that heals. but never before have I heard chanting in a dream. whoever he might be. most impossible. I could have fancied it was a dream. on to the prohibition of what I thought then were the maddest. we gabbled and swayed faster and faster.’ we sang.’ A horrible fancy came into my head that Moreau. A kind of rhythmic fervour fell on all of us. and then the chant swung round to a new formula. ‘His is the Hand that wounds. However. repeating this amazing Law. We ran through a long list of prohibitions. Superficially the contagion of these brutes was upon me.The Island of Doctor Moreau And so from the prohibition of these acts of folly. mostly quite incomprehensible gibberish to me about Him. I was too 89 of 209 . and most indecent things one could well imagine. but deep down within me the laughter and disgust struggled together.

‘He is a five-man. I saw more distinctly the figure in the corner from which the voice came. came forward into the light of the opening of the hut and I saw 90 of 209 .The Island of Doctor Moreau keenly aware of white teeth and strong claws about me to stop my chanting on that account. Are we not Men?’ he said. It was the size of a man. He put out a strangely distorted talon and gripped my fingers. I saw the Ape-man’s face shining with perspiration. The grey creature in the corner leant forward. and my eyes being now accustomed to the darkness. ‘His are the stars in the sky. ‘Not to run on all-fours. but it seemed covered with a dull grey hair almost like a Skye-terrier.’ said the Ape-man. and you may understand a little of my feelings with these grotesque caricatures of humanity about me. a five-man—like me. I held out my hands. I could have yelled with surprise and pain.’ At last that song ended. His face came forward and peered at my nails. a five-man. What was it? What were they all? Imagine yourself surrounded by all the most horrible cripples and maniacs it is possible to conceive. The thing was almost like the hoof of a deer produced into claws. that is the Law.

’ said the Beast Folk.—‘none escape. ‘None escape. a wrong thing. ‘I am the Sayer of the Law.’ said the grey figure. He is good!’ ‘None escape.’ said the Ape-man. None escape. I sit in the darkness and say the Law. it is His will.’ said the Ape-man. branded in the hand.’ said the grey creature in the corner. ‘Eat roots and herbs. none. I jabbered.’ ‘It is even so. ‘Here come all that be new to learn the Law. glancing furtively at one another.’ said this grisly creature in his hairy beard. jabbered. with three shadowy over-archings to mark the eyes and mouth.’ ‘None escape.’ He threw my hand down. ‘None. looking askance at one another. ‘Evil are the punishments of those who break the Law.The Island of Doctor Moreau with a quivering disgust that it was like the face of neither man nor beast. stopped talking. 91 of 209 . See! I did a little thing.’ said the Beast People.’ said one of the beasts in the doorway. ‘He has little nails. once. I am burnt. and instinctively I gripped my stick. ‘It is well. He is great. None could understand. but a mere shock of grey hair.

Are we not Men?’’ ‘None escape. ‘Some want to go tearing with teeth and hands into the roots of things. ‘What you will want we do not know. It is bad. some go fighting with foreheads or feet or claws. scratching his calf. ‘Punishment is sharp and sure. that is the Law.’ And incontinently he began again the strange litany of the Law. that is the Law. Some want to follow things that move.’ said a dappled brute standing in the doorway. and again I and all these creatures began singing and swaying. It is bad. to watch and slink and wait and spring.’ ‘None escape. ‘For every one the want is bad. snuffing into the earth.’ said the men in the door. to kill and bite. none giving occasion. bite deep and rich.’ said the little pink sloth-creature. Say the words. some bite suddenly. ‘Some go clawing trees.’ ‘None escape.The Island of Doctor Moreau ‘For every one the want that is bad. some love uncleanness. we shall know.’ said the Ape-man.’ said the grey Sayer of the Law.’ said the grey Sayer of the Law. ‘Not to chase other Men. sucking the blood. Are we not Men? Not to eat Flesh or Fish. Therefore learn the Law. My head reeled with this jabbering and the 92 of 209 . ‘None escape. some go scratching at the graves of the dead.

every muscle of me quivering. their misshapen heads half hidden by their shoulder-blades. my Ape-man rushed out. my chair-rail in my hand. ‘Not to go on all-fours. He was holding the leaping staghound 93 of 209 . Before me were the clumsy backs of perhaps a score of these Beast People.The Island of Doctor Moreau close stench of the place. and covered with silvery hair). until some one. trusting to find presently some chance of a new development. the thing that had sat in the dark followed him (I only observed that it was big and clumsy. something that I did not catch. thrust his head over the little pink sloth-creature and shouted something excitedly. In another moment I was standing outside the hovel. They were gesticulating excitedly. I saw coming through the haze under the trees beyond the end of the passage of dens the dark figure and awful white face of Moreau. Incontinently those at the opening of the hut vanished. Looking in the direction in which they faced. Other half-animal faces glared interrogation out of the hovels. and I was left alone. Then before I reached the aperture I heard the yelp of a staghound. that is the Law. who I think was one of the two Swine Men I had seen. Are we not Men?’ We were making such a noise that I noticed nothing of a tumult outside. but I kept on.

a kind of sloping chimney. and close behind him came Montgomery revolver in hand.The Island of Doctor Moreau back. and cries of ‘Catch him!’ ‘Hold him!’ and the greyfaced creature appeared behind me and jammed his huge bulk into the cleft. I heard a howl behind me. advancing towards me. For a moment I stood horror-struck. and then. I looked round and saw to the right of me and a half-dozen yards in front of me a narrow gap in the wall of rock through which a ray of light slanted into the shadows. with a huge grey face and twinkling little eyes. clutching at me and missing me. I clambered up the narrow cleft in the rock and came out 94 of 209 . ‘Stop!’ cried Moreau as I strode towards this. ‘Go on! go on!’ they howled. I felt his hands fly round. out of the ravine. Their bestial minds were happily slow. The little pink sloth-creature dashed at me. I dashed my shoulder into a clumsy monster who was turning to see what Moreau meant. I turned and saw the passage behind me blocked by another heavy brute. ‘Hold him!’ At that. first one face turned towards me and then others. and I gashed down its ugly face with the nail in my stick and in another minute was scrambling up a steep side pathway. and flung him forward into another.

and came to a low-lying stretch of tall reeds. slanting obliquely upward. I heard the tumult of my pursuers in the gap up the slope. thick undergrowth that black and succulent under foot. The noise of my pursuers passed away to my 95 of 209 . The air behind me and about me was soon full of threatening cries. That gap was altogether fortunate for me. Presently the ground gave rich and oozy under my feet. must have impeded the nearer pursuers. I ran over the white space and down a steep slope. I turned sharply to the right.The Island of Doctor Moreau upon the sulphur on the westward side of the village of the Beast Men. It seemed to me even then that I heard Montgomery shouting for me to run for my life. through which I pushed into a dark. The staghound yelped to the left. Some of the creatures roared like excited beasts of prey. and every now and then the crackling crash of a branch. and so came to a winding path among tall canes. my foremost pursuers emerged from the gap. for the narrow chimney. then the crashing of the reeds. I heard Moreau and Montgomery shouting in the same direction. As I plunged into the reeds. but I was desperate and went headlong into it. I broke my way through this undergrowth for some minutes. struggled through kneedeep. through a scattered growth of trees.

bolted before my footsteps.— turned with an unexpected abruptness. and rose with a torn ear and bleeding face. and I never saw this drop until I was flying headlong through the air. across another open space covered with white incrustation. like the ha-ha of an English park. I fell on my forearms and head. for the water was almost boiling. I had fallen into a precipitous ravine. I jumped out again pretty quickly. rocky and thorny. and carelessly I stepped into the stream. but I had no time to stand wondering then. full of a hazy mist which drifted about me in wisps. I was astonished at this thin fog in the full blaze of daylight. which came without warning. and with a narrow streamlet from which this mist came meandering down the centre. about the size of cats. Presently the ravine grew narrower for a space. I turned to my right. hopping animals. among thorns. I was still running with all my might. I noticed 96 of 209 . down-stream. hoping to come to the sea in that direction. It was only later I found that I had dropped my nailed stick in my fall. and plunged into a canebrake again. pink. In one place three strange. This pathway ran up hill.The Island of Doctor Moreau left. Then suddenly it turned parallel with the edge of a steep-walled gap. and so have my way open to drown myself.

I listened. Almost immediately came a turn in the ravine. then fainter again. The noise receded up the stream and faded away. Save for the hum of the gnats and the chirp of some small insects that hopped among the thorns. I saw my death before me. and the indistinct blue horizon. and a chattering and gibbering. The nearer sea was flashing the sun from a myriad facets.The Island of Doctor Moreau too there was a thin sulphurous scum drifting upon its coiling water. with the warm blood oozing out on my face and running pleasantly through my veins. very faint. the air was absolutely still. but I was hot and panting. Then came the yelp of a dog. They grew louder. the snap of a whip. and voices. For a while the chase was over. at having distanced my pursuers. but I knew now how much hope of help for me lay in the Beast People. It was not in me then to go out and drown myself yet. 97 of 209 . I felt more than a touch of exultation too. I stared back the way I had come.

While Moreau and Montgomery and their bestial rabble chased me through the island. The setting sun flashed his blinding heat into 98 of 209 . into which the steamy ravine cut like a smoking gash. I found the hot stream broadened out to a shallow. weedy sand. at the thick green behind me. arms akimbo. I was too full of excitement and (a true saying. I turned and stared. smash in the lock of the smaller door and see what I could find (knife. in fact.The Island of Doctor Moreau XIII. I TURNED again and went on down towards the sea. So I turned to the westward and walked along by the water’s edge. A PARLEY. many-legged creatures started from my footfall. and then with a rock lugged out of their loosely-built wall. or what not) to fight them with when they returned? It was at any rate something to try.—make a flank march upon them. though those who have never known danger may doubt it) too desperate to die. I walked to the very edge of the salt water. pistol. perhaps. as I say. Then it came into my head that there was one chance before me yet. But. and then I felt I was safe. in which an abundance of crabs and long-bodied. might I not go round the beach until I came to their enclosure.

his long flaxen hair blown about his head. and turning seaward walked straight into the water. The slight Pacific tide was running in with a gentle ripple. with his grey staghound. inland. I stood watching them approach. and began gesticulating and advancing. The two Beast Men came running forward to cut me off from the undergrowth. view. and two others. I was thirty yards out before the waves reached to my waist. Montgomery came. and stared at them. I turned. At last I roused myself from my inaction. Moreau was just coming up. Presently the shore fell away southward. then Montgomery.eBook brought to you by The Island of Doctor Moreau Create. Moreau followed slower with the dog. and edit PDF. Dimly I could see the intertidal creatures darting away from my feet. his face pale and firm. Download the free trial version. and the sun came round upon my right hand. far in front of me. ‘What are you doing. Both 99 of 209 . standing waist deep. They saw me. but straight towards me. Montgomery stood panting at the margin of the water. my eyes. At that I stopped. I saw first one and then several figures emerging from the bushes. Then suddenly. The water was very shallow at first. and his dropping nether lip showed his irregular teeth. man?’ cried Montgomery.— Moreau. running also. and the dog at his hand barked at me. His face was bright-red with exertion.

‘They were men: what are they now? I at least will not be like them. and one of the whiteswathed brutes from the boat. and whom you still fear. pointing to them and raising my voice more and more that it might reach them. ‘I will not. Farther up.’ said I. ‘You who listen.’ I said.’ I looked past my interlocutors. ‘They were men. ‘What makes you think I shall torture you?’ asked Moreau.’ I 100 of 209 .’ ‘Hush!’ said Moreau. Farther up the beach stared the Beast Men. in the shadow of the trees.’ ‘I told you so.’ said I. whom you have infected with some bestial taint. I saw my little Ape-man. men like yourselves. ‘What I saw.The Island of Doctor Moreau men had heavy whips. Up the beach were M’ling.’ said Montgomery. and Moreau said something in a low tone. Montgomery’s attendant. and held up his hand. ‘Who are these creatures?’ said I.— men whom you have enslaved. Montgomery and Moreau looked at each other. ‘And those—yonder. and behind him some other dim figures. ‘What am I doing? I am going to drown myself. ‘Why?’ asked Moreau. ‘Because that is better than being tortured by you.

’ said the steady voice of Moreau. then. ‘Listen to me for a moment. as if to drown my voice. and behind them lowered the staring faces of the Beast Men. I thought. pointing now to Moreau and shouting past him to the Beast Men. They both shouted together. to remember.’ cried Montgomery. to hear me better. do you fear them? You are many—‘ ‘For God’s sake. 101 of 209 . that they were not to be feared: that was the burden of what I put into the heads of the Beast People. They seemed. go in dread of you? Why. come out from among the trees.—’ You who listen! Do you not see these men still fear you. wondering. and others followed him.—that Moreau and Montgomery could be killed. their deformed hands hanging down. something of their human past. their shoulders hunched up. Prendick!’ ‘Prendick!’ cried Moreau.The Island of Doctor Moreau cried. ‘stop that. as I fancied. I scarcely remember what. to be trying to understand me. I saw the green-eyed man in the dark rags. At last for want of breath I paused. ‘and then say what you will. I went on shouting.’ ‘Well?’ said I. who had met me on the evening of my arrival.

now your first panic is over and you can think a little. A humanising process.The Island of Doctor Moreau He coughed. ‘Short and sharp. ‘Montgomery here will do the same. thought. Then come and take the revolvers. had we wanted to work you any mischief. Come ashore. but try and understand. Prendick. ‘That’s a loaded revolver. we had you drugged last night.’ ‘That’s my way.’ said I. If we vivisected men.’ said he.’ ‘The water just beyond where you stand is deep—and full of sharks.’ ‘Not I! You have a third between you. It’s likely I’ll come ashore. is Montgomery here quite up to the character you give him? We have 102 of 209 . then shouted: ‘Latin. not beasts. sunt animalia qui nos habemus— vivisected. In the first place.’ ‘Wait a minute. Presently.’ I laughed. we should import men. Hi non sunt homines.’ He took something out of his pocket that flashed back the sun. and dropped the object at his feet. I will explain. I never asked you to come upon this island. They were men. and in the next. ‘They talk. build houses.’ ‘I want you to think over things.’ said I. ‘A pretty story. Now we are going up the beach until you are satisfied the distance is safe. In the next. Prendick! bad Latin. schoolboy Latin.

’ I will confess that then. We can’t do anything more than we could do now. then. ‘But I saw. for your good. ‘you’re a silly ass! Come out of the water and take these revolvers.’ said Montgomery.’ said Montgomery. with an explanatory nod over his shoulder. I distrusted and dreaded Moreau. why should we want to shoot you when you have just offered to drown yourself?’ ‘Why did you set—your people onto me when I was in the hut?’ ‘We felt sure of catching you. and indeed always. after thinking.’ ‘Go up to the trees.The Island of Doctor Moreau chased you for your good. ‘as you please. and added.’ said I.’ said Montgomery. ‘Undignified. Afterwards we drew away from the scent.’ I mused. Because this island is full of inimical phenomena. 103 of 209 .’ ‘Look here. and talk. and bringing you out of danger. Prendick. but Montgomery was a man I felt I understood. Then I remembered something again. It seemed just possible.’ ‘Can’t do that. ‘in the enclosure—‘ ‘That was the puma.’ said I. ‘Go up the beach.’ said I.’ ‘It’s a damned silly ceremony. ‘holding your hands up. Besides.

stood back among the trees. and picked up and examined the revolvers. moving. One started to follow me.’ said I. ‘As it is. solid. I passed them as serenely as possible. and with a revolver in each hand I walked up the beach towards them.’ And with a touch of contempt which humiliated me. at last. you have wasted the best part of my day with your confounded imagination. but retreated again when Montgomery cracked his whip. casting shadows. ‘I’ll take the risk. I waded ashore. The rest stood silent— 104 of 209 . he and Montgomery turned and went on in silence before me. and had the satisfaction of seeing the stone pulverised and the beach splashed with lead. Montgomery cracked his whip at them. still wondering. and forthwith they all turned and fled helter-skelter into the trees. who stood there in the sunlight. I discharged one at a round lump of lava. without affectation. Still I hesitated for a moment. and yet so incredibly unreal.’ said Moreau. and when Montgomery and Moreau were at a distance I judged sufficient. The knot of Beast Men. ‘That’s better. To satisfy myself against the subtlest trickery.The Island of Doctor Moreau Both turned and faced the six or seven grotesque creatures.

but I never before saw an animal trying to think. 105 of 209 . They may once have been animals.The Island of Doctor Moreau watching.

I sat as far away from him as possible.— even at some personal inconvenience. is. after all. The next thing you threaten to commit suicide about. as you called it. Of all vile—‘ 106 of 209 .The Island of Doctor Moreau XIV.’ He sat in my deck chair. the table between us and the revolvers to hand. dexterous-looking fingers. ‘AND now. ‘It is the puma. Prendick. a cigar half consumed in his white. The light of the swinging lamp fell on his white hair. ‘You admit that the vivisected human being. he stared through the little window out at the starlight. I will explain. so soon as we had eaten and drunk. to assure myself of its inhumanity. only the puma?’ said Moreau.’ said Doctor Moreau. ‘still alive. DOCTOR MOREAU EXPLAINS. but so cut and mutilated as I pray I may never see living flesh again. ‘I must confess that you are the most dictatorial guest I ever entertained. Montgomery was not present. He had made me visit that horror in the inner room. I shan’t do. I warn you that this is the last I shall do to oblige you.’ I said. I did not care to be with the two of them in such a little room.

Now be quiet.—triumphs of vivisection. Presently I found myself hot with shame at our mutual positions. of course.The Island of Doctor Moreau ‘Never mind that. spare me those youthful horrors. alterations in the secretion of fatty tissue. ‘You forget all that a skilled vivisector can do with living things. excisions. while I reel off my physiological lecture to you. They were animals.’ And forthwith. You admit that it is the puma.— amputation. he explained his work to me. humanised animals.’ said Moreau. He was very simple and convincing. ‘But these foul creatures of yours—‘ 107 of 209 . but presently warming a little. Of course you know a squint may be induced or cured by surgery? Then in the case of excisions you have all kinds of secondary changes. pigmentary disturbances. ‘at least. modifications of the passions. I’m puzzled why the things I have done here have not been done before. tongue-cutting.’ said Moreau. beginning in the tone of a man supremely bored. Small efforts. I have no doubt you have heard of these things?’ ‘Of course. ‘For my own part. have been made. had never been men. Now and then there was a touch of sarcasm in his voice.’ said I. The creatures I had seen were not men. Montgomery used to be just the same.

To that. to the study of the 108 of 209 . Those are trivial cases of alteration. and heals in the new position. You have heard. and allowing it to heal in that position. The grafting of skin and bone is done to facilitate healing: the surgeon places in the middle of the wound pieces of skin snipped from another animal. perhaps.’ ‘Monsters manufactured!’ said I. Hunter’s cock-spur—possibly you have heard of that—flourished on the bull’s neck. These creatures you have seen are animals carven and wrought into new shapes. ‘I am only beginning. Grafting of freshly obtained material from another animal is also possible. waving his hand at me.’ said he. or fragments of bone from a victim freshly killed. for example. Surgery can do better things than that.—monsters manufactured by transferring a slip from the tail of an ordinary rat to its snout. and the rhinoceros rats of the Algerian zouaves are also to be thought of. turned down on the nose. This is a kind of grafting in a new position of part of an animal upon itself.The Island of Doctor Moreau ‘All in good time.—the case of teeth. ‘Then you mean to tell me—‘ ‘Yes. There is building up as well as breaking down and changing. of a common surgical operation resorted to in cases where the nose has been destroyed: a flap of skin is cut from the forehead.

I see you look horrified. You begin to see that it is a possible thing to transplant tissue from one part of an animal to another. to alter its chemical reactions and methods of growth. A similar operation is the transfusion of blood. Less so. and. my life has been devoted.—some vestiges of whose art still remain in the preliminary manipulation of the young mountebank or contortionist. no doubt. gaining in knowledge as I go. the chemical rhythm of the creature. It all lay in the surface of practical anatomy years ago.—with which subject. to modify the articulations of its limbs. be familiar to you. The physiology. indeed. Victor Hugo gives an account of them in ‘L’Homme qui Rit. I began. were the operations of those mediaeval practitioners who made dwarfs and beggar-cripples. to change it in its most intimate structure. indeed. 109 of 209 .The Island of Doctor Moreau plasticity of living forms. but no one had the temerity to touch it. and yet I am telling you nothing new.—of which vaccination and other methods of inoculation with living or dead matter are examples that will. or from one animal to another. and probably far more extensive. show-monsters. may also be made to undergo an enduring modification.’—But perhaps my meaning grows plain now. I have studied for years. These are all familiar cases. It is not simply the outward form of an animal which I can change.

’ ‘But. grafting upon or replacing the inherited 110 of 209 .’ said I.—by tyrants. by all kinds of untrained clumsy-handed men working for their own immediate ends. and proceeded to point out that the possibility of vivisection does not stop at a mere physical metamorphosis. by modern investigators until I took it up! Some of such things have been hit upon in the last resort of surgery. and with a really scientific knowledge of the laws of growth. but some at least of the inquisitors must have had a touch of scientific curiosity. No doubt their chief aim was artistic torture. Such creatures as the Siamese Twins—And in the vaults of the Inquisition. ‘these things—these animals talk!’ He said that was so. In our growing science of hypnotism we find the promise of a possibility of superseding old inherent instincts by new suggestions. The mental structure is even less determinate than the bodily. A pig may be educated. by criminals. Yet one would imagine it must have been practised in secret before.The Island of Doctor Moreau ‘And yet this extraordinary branch of knowledge has never been sought as an end. by the breeders of horses and dogs. most of the kindred evidence that will recur to your mind has been demonstrated as it were by accident. I was the first man to take up this question armed with antiseptic surgery. and systematically.

and edit PDF. He confessed that he had chosen that form by chance. ‘These years! How they have slipped by! And here I have wasted a day saving your life. I suppose there is something in the human form that appeals to the artistic turn more powerfully than any animal shape can. There seemed to me then. Download the free trial version. and am now wasting an hour explaining myself!’ 111 of 209 . for a minute perhaps. But I’ve not confined myself to man-making. he said. In this I failed to agree with him. fixed ideas. he continued. He repeated that the thing was so.— in the incapacity to frame delicately different sound-symbols by which thought could be sustained. I asked him why he had taken the human form as a model. pugnacity is trained into courageous self-sacrifice. ‘I might just as well have worked to form sheep into llamas and llamas into sheep. Very much indeed of what we call moral education. but with a certain incivility he declined to notice my objection. and suppressed sexuality into religious emotion. a strange wickedness for that choice. And the great difference between man and monkey is in the larynx. is such an artificial modification and perversion of instinct. Once or twice—’ He was silent. and there still seems to me now. and continued his account of his work.eBook brought to you by The Island of Doctor Moreau Create. view.

I say. but it is such a little thing! A mind truly opened to what science has to teach must see that it is a little thing.—so long. thinking a little less obscurely what an animal feels. For it is just this question of pain that parts us. this speck of cosmic dust. It may be that save in this little planet. you are an animal. We are on different platforms. you see. I tell you. ‘In my view—in my view. even among living things. so long as pain underlies your propositions about sin. You are a materialist. what pain is there?’ 112 of 209 . ‘But. I am differently constituted. ‘I still do not understand.The Island of Doctor Moreau ‘But. So long as visible or audible pain turns you sick. so long as your own pains drive you. Where is your justification for inflicting all this pain? The only thing that could excuse vivisection to me would be some application—‘ ‘Precisely.’ said he. This pain—‘ I gave an impatient shrug at such sophistry. ‘Oh. invisible long before the nearest star could be attained—it may be.’ said I.’ ‘I am not a materialist. that nowhere else does this thing called pain occur.’ I began hotly. But the laws we feel our way towards—Why. even on this earth.

Then with men. and only here and there over the thigh is a spot capable of feeling pain. There’s no tint of pain. Did you? And pain gets needless. If you wound the optic nerve. he drove the blade into his leg and withdrew it. I never yet heard of a useless thing that was not ground out of existence by evolution sooner or later. Then. ‘you have seen that before. in the sensations of the optic nerve. and it is not placed there. Pain is simply our intrinsic medical adviser to warn us and stimulate us. nor is all nerve. and moved his chair so that I could see his thigh. and the less they will need the goad to keep them out of danger. Not all living flesh is painful. nor the lower animals.—is but little needed in the skin. the more intelligent they become. not even all sensory nerve. It does not hurt a pin-prick.The Island of Doctor Moreau As he spoke he drew a little penknife from his pocket. ‘No doubt.’ he said. real pain. Plants do not feel pain. you merely see flashes of light. the more intelligently they will see after their own welfare. 113 of 209 . it’s possible that such animals as the starfish and crayfish do not feel pain at all. opened the smaller blade.— just as disease of the auditory nerve merely means a humming in our ears. choosing the place deliberately. But what does it show? The capacity for pain is not needed in the muscle.

‘You see. pain and pleasure. Pleasure and pain—bah! What is your theologian’s ecstasy but Mahomet’s houri in the dark? This store which men and women set on pleasure and pain. Was this possible or that possible? You cannot imagine what this means to an investigator.—all I know of it I remember as a thing I used to suffer from years ago. have been collecting butterflies. that I have seen more of the ways of this world’s Maker than you. all my life. Prendick. And I tell you. That is the only way I ever heard of true research going. is the mark of the beast upon them. but a problem! Sympathetic pain. I went on with this research just the way it led me. I asked a question. It may be. a fellow-creature.The Island of Doctor Moreau ‘Then I am a religious man. in my way. and got a fresh question.— the mark of the beast from which they came! Pain. Prendick. colourless delight of these intellectual desires! The thing before you is no longer an animal. I wanted—it was 114 of 209 . devised some method of obtaining an answer. I fancy. they are for us only so long as we wriggle in the dust. I understand. while you.—for I have sought his laws. pleasure and pain have nothing to do with heaven or hell. what an intellectual passion grows upon him! You cannot imagine the strange. as every sane man must be.

’ ‘But. ‘the thing is an abomination—‘ ‘To this day I have never troubled about the ethics of the matter. There were some disagreeable things happened at first. I and Montgomery and six Kanakas.’ said I. and was terrified beyond imagination. These 115 of 209 . and the material has—dripped into the huts yonder. The more I looked at it the clumsier it seemed. I have gone on. not heeding anything but the question I was pursuing. It is really eleven years since we came here. until at last I put the monster out of its misery. It looked quite human to me when I had finished it. and it had no more than the wits of a sheep. ‘The stores were landed and the house was built. and made a thing of pain and fear and left it bound up to heal. as though it was yesterday. ‘The study of Nature makes a man at last as remorse-less as Nature. It remembered me. I went to work here upon what I had brought with me.The Island of Doctor Moreau the one thing I wanted—to find out the extreme limit of plasticity in a living shape. The Kanakas founded some huts near the ravine. The place seemed waiting for me. and killed it after a day and a half by a slip of the scalpel.’ he continued. but when I went to it I was discontented with it. I began with a sheep. I took another sheep. I remember the green stillness of the island and the empty ocean about us.

had realised something of it. pain-driven things. and found Montgomery much as you are. I spent many days educating the brute. but I and he had the hardest job to prevent the Kanakas deserting. these fear-haunted. without a spark of pugnacious energy to face torment. and upon that. They were scared out of their wits by the sight of me. And the Kanakas too. and he lay bandaged. and motionless before me. I moulded him. All the week. night and day. even made the thing read the alphabet.The Island of Doctor Moreau animals without courage. Finally they did. ‘Then I took a gorilla I had.— cries like those that disturbed you so. But at that he was slow. much had to be added. I didn’t take him completely into my confidence at first. bound. and so we lost the yacht. It was only when his life was assured that I left him and came into this room again.—they are no good for man-making. I made my first man. working with infinite care and mastering difficulty after difficulty. I thought him a fair specimen of the negroid type when I had finished him. though 116 of 209 . I taught him the rudiments of English. I got Montgomery over to me—in a way. He had heard some of the cries as the thing grew human.—altogether I had him for three or four months. With him it was chiefly the brain that needed moulding. gave him ideas of counting. much changed.

‘I rested from work for some days after this. and gave him some rudimentary ideas of morality. He began with a clean sheet. or at least to pick out letters. and was in a mind to write an account of the whole affair to wake up English physiology. I took him yonder and introduced him to the Kanakas as an interesting stowaway. and came home resolved to do better before I took 117 of 209 . aroused his sense of shame. and he was so abject.— which offended me rather. very imitative and adaptive. for I was conceited about him. and able to converse a little. somehow. and built himself a hovel rather better.The Island of Doctor Moreau I’ve met with idiots slower. than their own shanties. He was quick to learn. but it seems the beast’s habits were not all that is desirable. Then I came upon the creature squatting up in a tree and gibbering at two of the Kanakas who had been teasing him. When his scars were quite healed. and he taught the thing to read. it seemed to me. but his ways seemed so mild. I threatened him. There was one among the boys a bit of a missionary. and he was no longer anything but painful and stiff. ‘They were horribly afraid of him at first. told him the inhumanity of such a proceeding. that after a time they received him and took his education in hand. mentally. had no memories left in his mind of what he had been.

and I suppose and hope were drowned.The Island of Doctor Moreau my work back to England. We chased it for a couple of days. It wasn’t finished. ‘Yes.—‘the other Kanaka who was killed?’ ‘The fact is. I have replaced them. with a horrible face. and one died of a wounded heel that he poisoned in some way with plantjuice. after I had made a number of human creatures I made a Thing. It only got loose by accident—I never meant it to get away.’ said I.’ said I. This puma— ‘But that’s the story. The other one—was killed. that writhed along the ground in a serpentine fashion. ‘It was killed. Montgomery went on much as you are disposed to do at first. Three went away in the yacht. But somehow the things drift back again: the stubborn beastflesh grows day by day back again. sharply. I have been doing better. It was purely an experiment. It was a limbless thing. and then— ‘What became of the other one?’ said I. It was immensely strong. one fell overboard of the launch. It killed several other things that it caught. All the Kanaka boys are dead now. ‘do you mean to say—‘ ‘It killed the Kanakas—yes.’ ‘I don’t understand. Well. 118 of 209 .’ He hesitated. But I mean to do better things still. I mean to conquer that.

I sat in silence watching his face. with unaccountable blank ends. The man had a rifle. almost with ease. ‘So for twenty years altogether—counting nine years in England— I have been going on. somewhere—I cannot 119 of 209 . but often there is trouble with the hands and the claws. or thick and strong. and then it wriggled into the northern part of the island. makes me dissatisfied. but always I fall short of the things I dream. The human shape I can get now. The intelligence is often oddly low. until we hunted it. and when his body was found.—painful things. one of the barrels was curved into the shape of an S and very nearly bitten through. that I dare not shape too freely. And least satisfactory of all is something that I cannot touch. After that I stuck to the ideal of humanity— except for little things. Montgomery insisted upon coming with me.The Island of Doctor Moreau and in infuriating pain. Sometimes I rise above my level. challenges me to further effort. so that it is lithe and graceful.’ He became silent. sometimes I fall below it. Montgomery shot the thing. But it is in the subtle grafting and reshaping one must needs do to the brain that my trouble lies. unexpected gaps. and we divided the party to close in upon it. It lurked in the woods for some days. and there is still something in everything I do that defeats me.

instincts. but to me. begins to assert itself again. But I will conquer yet! Each time I dip a living creature into the bath of burning pain. There is a kind of travesty of 120 of 209 . as I observe them. creeps to the surface and stares out at me. that the persuasion fades. It’s afterwards.’ Another long silence. they seem to be indisputably human beings.The Island of Doctor Moreau determine where—in the seat of the emotions. this time I will make a rational creature of my own!’ After all.’ He thought darkly. or fear. ‘Then you take the things you make into those dens?’ said I. I turn them out when I begin to feel the beast in them. ‘This time I will burn out all the animal. desires that harm humanity. They all dread this house and me. These creatures of mine seemed strange and uncanny to you so soon as you began to observe them. then another. I say. and presently they wander there. what is ten years? Men have been a hundred thousand in the making. ‘But I am drawing near the fastness. This puma of mine—’ After a silence. just after I make them. As soon as my hand is taken from them the beast begins to creep back. ‘They go. Cravings. hate. First one animal trait. ‘And they revert. a strange hidden reservoir to burst forth suddenly and inundate the whole being of the creature with anger.

during which we had each pursued our own thoughts. He has trained one or two of them to our service. and pull herbs— marry even. It’s his business. and saw but a white-faced. Montgomery knows about it. It only mocks me. part waste curiosity.The Island of Doctor Moreau humanity over there. complex. They only sicken me with a sense of failure. But I can see through it all. whitehaired man.— Yet they’re odd. Save for his serenity. and see there nothing but the souls of beasts. with calm eyes. I take no interest in them. ‘what do you think? Are you in fear of me still?’ I looked at him. gather fruit. part vanity. like everything else alive. not mine. He’s ashamed of it. Sing hymns about ‘all thine. I have worked hard at her head and brain—‘And now. beasts that perish. the touch almost of beauty that resulted from his set 121 of 209 .’ said he. for he interferes in their affairs. see into their very souls. and have a kind of mockery of a rational life. anger and the lusts to live and gratify themselves. part waste sexual emotion. I fancy they follow in the lines the Kanaka missionary marked out.’ They build themselves their dens. standing up after a long gap of silence. There is a kind of upward striving in them. I have some hope of this puma. but I believe he half likes some of those beasts. poor beasts! There’s something they call the Law.

Good-night. he might have passed muster among a hundred other comfortable old gentlemen. I’m glad it’s all clear. and snatched at a yawn.’ said he. and physically. 122 of 209 . stared at me for a moment. and smiled. so weary.’ he said. I handed him a revolver with either hand. that I could not think beyond the point at which he had left me. I immediately turned the key in the outer one. The black window stared at me like an eye. mentally. At last with an effort I put out the light and got into the hammock. emotionally. He stood up. I sat down again. Very soon I was asleep.’ He thought me over for a moment. then went out by the inner door. sat for a time in a kind of stagnant mood.The Island of Doctor Moreau tranquillity and his magnificent build. By way of answer to his second question. ‘You have had two eventful days. ‘Keep them. Then I shivered. ‘I should advise some sleep.

’ he said. I was urgent to know how these inhuman monsters were kept from falling 123 of 209 . sair. mere grotesque travesties of men. In particular. and found it firmly fixed. I pocketed one of the revolvers (keeping one hand upon it). Then I tried the window-bar. clear and definite. A tapping came at the door. Download the free trial version. His roving eye caught the position of my arm and he smiled askew. in addition to the customary herb-breakfast. I WOKE early.eBook brought to you by The Island of Doctor Moreau Create. but Moreau. XV. Montgomery followed him. view. Moreau’s explanation stood before my mind. an ill-cooked rabbit. and opened to him. bringing in. and edit PDF. from the moment of my awakening. did not join us. That these man-like creatures were in truth only bestial monsters. I got out of the hammock and went to the door to assure myself that the key was turned. CONCERNING THE BEAST FOLK. The puma was resting to heal that day. and I heard the glutinous accents of M’ling speaking. I talked with Montgomery to clear my ideas of the way in which the Beast Folk lived. ‘Good-morning. filled me with a vague uncertainty of their possibilities which was far worse than any definite fear. who was singularly solitary in his habits.

in which old instinct was at war with Moreau’s convenience. They were really hypnotised. were in a less stable condition. had been told that certain things were impossible. they had certain fixed ideas implanted by Moreau in their minds. and these prohibitions were woven into the texture of their minds beyond any possibility of disobedience or dispute. they feared the inevitable suggestions of that flavour. and ever breaking. ever-rebellious cravings of their animal natures. He explained to me that the comparative safety of Moreau and himself was due to the limited mental scope of these monsters. A series of propositions called the Law (I bad already heard them recited) battled in their minds with the deep-seated. In spite of their increased intelligence and the tendency of their animal instincts to reawaken. became oddly weakened about nightfall. that then the animal was at its strongest. which absolutely bounded their imaginations. 124 of 209 . Certain matters. This Law they were ever repeating. Montgomery told me that the Law. especially among the feline Beast People.The Island of Doctor Moreau upon Moreau and Montgomery and from rending one another. and that certain things were not to be done. Both Montgomery and Moreau displayed particular solicitude to keep them ignorant of the taste of blood. however. I found.

but many had died. Now and then a faint quiver of earthquake would be sensible.The Island of Doctor Moreau that a spirit of adventure sprang up in them at the dusk. in the daylight there was a general atmosphere of respect for its multifarious prohibitions. and a hot spring. not counting the smaller monstrosities which lived in the undergrowth and were without human form. but that was all. Altogether he had made nearly a hundred and twenty. I suppose. To that I owed my stalking by the Leopardman. on the night of my arrival. now numbered rather more than sixty of these strange creations of Moreau’s art. and sometimes the ascent of the spire of smoke would be rendered tumultuous by gusts of steam. and was now fringed on three sides by coral reefs. some fumaroles to the northward.* It was volcanic in origin. and others—like the writhing Footless Thing of 125 of 209 . Montgomery informed me. But during these earlier days of my stay they broke the Law only furtively and after dark. The island. when they would dare things they never seemed to dream about by day. which was of irregular outline and lay low upon the wide sea. And here perhaps I may give a few general facts about the island and the Beast People. had a total area. of seven or eight square miles. were the only vestiges of the forces that had long since originated it. The population of the island.

perhaps. P. and liable to much furtive persecution in spite of the monogamy the Law enjoined. There was no evidence of the inheritance of their acquired human characteristics. in their general appearance was the disproportion between the legs of these creatures and the length of their bodies. and yet— so relative is our idea of grace— my eye became habituated to their forms. In answer to my question. It would be impossible for me to describe these Beast People in detail. my eye has had no training in details. When they lived. E. Moreau took them and stamped the human form upon them. Another point was the forward carriage of the head and the clumsy and inhuman curvature of the spine. * This description corresponds in every respect to Noble’s Isle.The Island of Doctor Moreau which he had told me— had come by violent ends. and at last I even fell in with their persuasion that my own long thighs were ungainly. Most striking. Even the Ape-man lacked that inward sinuous curve of the back 126 of 209 . — C. The females were less numerous than the males. and unhappily I cannot sketch. but that these generally died. Montgomery said that they actually bore offspring.

clumsy about the finger-nails. Then came the silvery-hairy-man. The hands were always malformed. at least until the end of my time upon the island. though the Ape-man had a chattering titter. almost all of which were prognathous. The next most obvious deformity was in their faces. or the sow. or other animal or animals. with large and protuberant noses. and though some surprised me by their unexpected human appearance. who was also the Sayer of the Law. too. and lacking any tactile sensibility. each preserved the quality of its particular species: the human mark distorted but did not hide the leopard. The two most formidable Animal Men were my Leopard-man and a creature made of hyena and swine.The Island of Doctor Moreau which makes the human figure so graceful. and their short forearms hung weakly at their sides. from which the creature had been moulded. almost all were deficient in the number of the digits. varied exceedingly. Few of them were conspicuously hairy. Larger than these were the three bull-creatures who pulled in the boat. None could laugh. Beyond these general characters their heads had little in common. The voices. M’ling. the ox. very furry or very bristly hair. malformed about the ears. and often strangely-coloured or strangelyplaced eyes. and a satyr-like creature 127 of 209 . Most had their shoulders hunched clumsily.

In fact.The Island of Doctor Moreau of ape and goat. flat in the face. and moreover I was affected by Montgomery’s attitude towards them. a bear-bull. seemed at first just as strange to him as the Beast Men seemed to me. suspicious. whom I hated from the beginning. Smaller creatures were certain dappled youths and my little sloth-creature. and there was a particularly hateful (and evil-smelling) old woman made of vixen and bear.—unnaturally long in the leg. prominent in the forehead. But enough of this catalogue. he told me. There were several wolf-creatures. Only once in a year or so did he go to Arica to deal with Moreau’s agent. At first I had a shivering horror of the brutes. dangerous. and several other females whose sources I did not ascertain. he did not 128 of 209 . The men aboard-ship. He hardly met the finest type of mankind in that seafaring village of Spanish mongrels. He had been with them so long that he had come to regard them as almost normal human beings. and cold-hearted. There were three Swine-men and a Swine-woman. a mare-rhinoceros-creature. but insensibly I became a little habituated to the idea of them. felt all too keenly that they were still brutes. She was said to be a passionate votary of the Law. His London days seemed a glorious. a trader in animals there. I have already described the Ape-man. and a SaintBernard-man. impossible past to him.

tainted with dog and ox. 129 of 209 . a vicious sympathy with some of their ways. half-jocular names. It treated Montgomery with a strange tenderness and devotion. kicking it. but far more docile. pat it. pelting it with stones or lighted fusees. but in a small kennel at the back of the enclosure. and one of the most elaborately made of all his creatures.—a bear. Sometimes he would notice it. because he had saved my life. call it half-mocking. But whether he treated it well or ill. the first of the Beast Folk I had encountered. It was a complex trophy of Moreau’s horrible skill. especially after he had been at the whiskey. it loved nothing so much as to be near him. he thought.The Island of Doctor Moreau like men: his heart had warmed to me. did not live with the others across the island. I fancied even then that he had a sneaking kindness for some of these metamorphosed brutes. sometimes he would ill-treat it. but that he attempted to veil it from me at first. the black-faced man. and so make it caper with extraordinary delight. and the most human-looking of all the Beast Folk. and Montgomery had trained it to prepare food. Montgomery’s attendant. beating it. and indeed to discharge all the trivial domestic offices that were required. The creature was scarcely so intelligent as the Ape-man. M’ling.

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I say I became habituated to the Beast People, that a thousand things which had seemed unnatural and repulsive speedily became natural and ordinary to me. I suppose everything in existence takes its colour from the average hue of our surroundings. Montgomery and Moreau were too peculiar and individual to keep my general impressions of humanity well defined. I would see one of the clumsy bovine-creatures who worked the launch treading heavily through the undergrowth, and find myself asking, trying hard to recall, how he differed from some really human yokel trudging home from his mechanical labours; or I would meet the Fox-bear woman’s vulpine, shifty face, strangely human in its speculative cunning, and even imagine I had met it before in some city byway. Yet every now and then the beast would flash out upon me beyond doubt or denial. An ugly-looking man, a hunch-backed human savage to all appearance, squatting in the aperture of one of the dens, would stretch his arms and yawn, showing with startling suddenness scissor-edged incisors and sabre-like canines, keen and brilliant as knives. Or in some narrow pathway, glancing with a transitory daring into the eyes of some lithe, white-swathed female figure, I would suddenly see (with a spasmodic revulsion) that she had slit-like pupils, or glancing down note the 130 of 209

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curving nail with which she held her shapeless wrap about her. It is a curious thing, by the bye, for which I am quite unable to account, that these weird creatures— the females, I mean—had in the earlier days of my stay an instinctive sense of their own repulsive clumsiness, and displayed in consequence a more than human regard for the decency and decorum of extensive costume.

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MY inexperience as a writer betrays me, and I wander from the thread of my story. After I had breakfasted with Montgomery, he took me across the island to see the fumarole and the source of the hot spring into whose scalding waters I had blundered on the previous day. Both of us carried whips and loaded revolvers. While going through a leafy jungle on our road thither, we heard a rabbit squealing. We stopped and listened, but we heard no more; and presently we went on our way, and the incident dropped out of our minds. Montgomery called my attention to certain little pink animals with long hind-legs, that went leaping through the undergrowth. He told me they were creatures made of the offspring of the Beast People, that Moreau had invented. He had fancied they might serve for meat, but a rabbitlike habit of devouring their young had defeated this intention. I had already encountered some of these creatures,— once during my moonlight flight from the Leopard-man, and once during my pursuit by Moreau on the previous day. By chance, one hopping to avoid us

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leapt into the hole caused by the uprooting of a windblown tree; before it could extricate itself we managed to catch it. It spat like a cat, scratched and kicked vigorously with its hind-legs, and made an attempt to bite; but its teeth were too feeble to inflict more than a painless pinch. It seemed to me rather a pretty little creature; and as Montgomery stated that it never destroyed the turf by burrowing, and was very cleanly in its habits, I should imagine it might prove a convenient substitute for the common rabbit in gentlemen’s parks. We also saw on our way the trunk of a tree barked in long strips and splintered deeply. Montgomery called my attention to this. ‘Not to claw bark of trees, that is the Law,’ he said. ‘Much some of them care for it!’ It was after this, I think, that we met the Satyr and the Ape-man. The Satyr was a gleam of classical memory on the part of Moreau,—his face ovine in expression, like the coarser Hebrew type; his voice a harsh bleat, his nether extremities Satanic. He was gnawing the husk of a podlike fruit as he passed us. Both of them saluted Montgomery. ‘Hail,’ said they, ‘to the Other with the Whip!’ ‘There’s a Third with a Whip now,’ said Montgomery. ‘So you’d better mind!’ 133 of 209

It was on our way back that we came upon the dead rabbit. ‘He did not know. ‘Come along. The Master does not bleed or weep. The red body of the wretched little beast was rent 134 of 209 . ‘You never bleed nor weep. The Satyr and the Ape-man stood watching us and making other remarks to each other. and I went on with him. ‘you’ll bleed and weep if you don’t look out!’ ‘He has five fingers.’ ‘He has a thin long whip. ‘Men have voices.’ ‘Ollendorffian beggar!’ said Montgomery. and I heard the Satyr laughing. he is a five-man like me.The Island of Doctor Moreau ‘Was he not made?’ said the Ape-man. ‘Yesterday he bled and wept. Prendick. taking my arm.’ said the Apeman. ‘He said—he said he was made.’ The Satyr-man looked curiously at me.’ said the Ape-man.’ said Montgomery. he that walks weeping into the sea.’ said the Satyr. ‘He says nothing.’ said the Satyr. has a thin white face.’ said Montgomery. ‘The Third with the Whip.’ Then they spoke inaudible things.’ ‘Yesterday he asked me of things to eat.

‘This backbone has been bitten through.’ He gave a long. you know. ‘Good God!’ he repeated. low whistle. with his face white and his lip pulled askew.’ ‘The day you came here?’ ‘The day I came here. ‘what can this mean?’ ‘Some carnivore of yours has remembered its old habits. and picking up some of the crushed vertebrae to examine them more closely. and edit PDF. when I went out in the evening.’ I said after a pause.’ 135 of 209 . view. At that Montgomery stopped. many of the ribs stripped white. to pieces. ‘I saw something of the same kind.’ He stood staring. ‘And what is more. ‘I don’t like this. ‘the first day I came here.’ said I. The head was completely wrung off. Before I came on the rabbit I saw one of your monsters drinking in the stream. It’s only a suspicion.eBook brought to you by The Island of Doctor Moreau Create. In the undergrowth at the back of the enclosure. stooping down.’ ‘The devil you did! What was it?’ ‘A rabbit with its head twisted off. ‘Good God!’ said he. I have an idea which of your brutes did the thing. Download the free trial version. and the backbone indisputably gnawed.’ he said slowly.

the lurking-places and ambuscades of the forest that bounded us in. you know.’ said Montgomery. He took out his revolver.’ Much the brutes care for the Law. his eyes roving among the shadows and screens of greenery. ‘Would you know him again?’ He glanced about us.— What was the brute like?’ he continued. After a kill.’ ‘But then we have to prove that he killed the rabbit. ‘I wish I’d never brought the things here. examined the cartridges in it and replaced it.’ he said again. ‘it’s just the way with carnivores. He ought to have a handsome bruise on the forehead of him. eh? when Moreau’s not about!’ ‘It was the brute who chased me.’ I should have gone on. As it 136 of 209 . but he stayed there thinking over the mangled rabbit in a puzzle-headed way. It’s the taste of blood. ‘I think I should know the brute again. they drink. standing astride over the mess of dead rabbit.’ said Montgomery. ‘I stunned him. that is the Law.’ ‘‘Not to suck your drink.The Island of Doctor Moreau ‘Sucking his drink?’ ‘Yes.’ I said. Then he began to pull at his dropping lip. ‘The taste of blood.’ ‘Of course.

’ He could think of nothing else on our homeward journey. It’s odd—I saw him licking his hands—It never occurred to me. after a pause again: ‘I did a foolish thing the other day. That servant of mine—I showed him how to skin and cook a rabbit. you had kept your taste for meat in hand. through it. ‘they are all supposed to have a fixed idea against eating anything that runs on land. Moreau took the matter even more seriously than Montgomery. ‘You see.’ he said. and gone without these exciting novelties. Presently he woke up and came towards me. I must tell Moreau. ‘We must make an example. almost in a whisper. ‘I’ve no doubt in my own mind that the Leopard-man was the sinner. and I need scarcely say that I was affected by their evident consternation. Montgomery.’ said Moreau.’ 137 of 209 .’ he said to himself. I went to such a distance that the rabbit’s remains were hidden. But how can we prove it? I wish. If some brute has by any accident tasted blood He went on some way in silence.The Island of Doctor Moreau was. ‘I wonder what can have happened. ‘Come on!’ I said. We may find ourselves in a mess yet. Then.’ Then: ‘We must put a stop to this.

The Island of Doctor Moreau ‘I was a silly ass. We three were armed. and you said I might have them. you know. ‘It is a pretty sight!’ Moreau said not a word on the way. We came to a kind of shallow natural amphitheatre. and followed the winding pathway through the canebrakes until we reached a wide area covered over with a thick. Montgomery.’ said Moreau. Above the shoulder of a weedy bank the sea glittered. myself. and broke the sleeping stillness 138 of 209 . and here the four of us halted.’ said Montgomery. M’ling can take care of himself?’ ‘I’m not so sure of M’ling. Moreau had a huge cowherd’s horn slung over his shoulder. powdery yellow substance which I believe was sulphur. M’ling carried the little hatchet he used in chopping firewood.’ ‘We must see to the thing at once. ‘I suppose if anything should turn up. white-fringed face was grimly set. ‘But the thing’s done now.’ said Montgomery. and some coils of wire. ‘I think I ought to know him. but the expression of his heavy.’ In the afternoon. ‘You will see a gathering of the Beast People. We crossed the ravine down which smoked the stream of hot water. Moreau.’ said Montgomery. and M’ling went across the island to the huts in the ravine. Then Moreau sounded the horn.

As they came forward they began to cringe towards Moreau and chant. with her red eyes in her peaked red face. chewing a straw as it came. and a sound of voices from the dense green jungle that marked the morass through which I had run on the previous day. fragments of the latter half 139 of 209 . then appeared the Swine-woman and two Wolf-women. a thing of horse and rhinoceros. perforce. He must have had strong lungs. I stuck beside them. ‘Ah!’ said Moreau. 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. But Moreau and Montgomery stood calmly enough. 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. quite regardless of one another. as I perceived first one and then another trot out from the trees or reeds and come shambling along over the hot dust.—all hurrying eagerly. and then others. to at last an ear-penetrating intensity. First to arrive was the Satyr. The hooting note rose and rose amidst its echoes. Immediately there was a crashing through the yellow canes.The Island of Doctor Moreau of the tropical afternoon. letting the curved instrument fall to his side again. then the Fox-bear witch. and.

The Island of Doctor Moreau of the litany of the Law. stooping near the ground and trying to join the dust-throwing 140 of 209 . a dense tangle of palm-trees on the other. the reedy lines of a canebrake in one direction.’ counted Moreau. ‘There are four more. standing in a wide expanse of sunlit yellow dust under the blazing blue sky. some like cripples. with our misshapen black-faced attendant. separating us from the ravine with the huts. slinking out of the canebrake. and. and surrounded by this circle of crouching and gesticulating monstrosities. and to the north the hazy horizon of the Pacific Ocean. beyond. Then. ‘Sixty-two. some so strangely distorted as to resemble nothing but the denizens of our wildest dreams. As soon as they had approached within a distance of perhaps thirty yards they halted.— some almost human save in their subtle expression and gestures.’ ‘I do not see the Leopard-man. and bowing on knees and elbows began flinging the white dust upon their heads. and at the sound of it all the Beast People writhed and grovelled in the dust. Presently Moreau sounded the great horn again.—‘His is the Hand that wounds. His is the Hand that heals.’ said I.’ and so forth. Imagine the scene if you can! We three blue-clad men. sixty-three.

came the Leopard-man. When they reached. shot vicious glances at him. ‘Say the words!’ said Moreau.— first the right hand and a puff of dust. swaying from side to side and dashing up the sulphur with their hands.The Island of Doctor Moreau circle behind Moreau’s back. I wondered that I had ever believed them to be men. ‘Where is the Sayer of the Law?’ said Moreau. ‘That Law has been broken!’ said Moreau. that is the Law. ‘Stop!’ he cried.— began once more to chant their strange litany. loud voice. Forthwith all in the kneeling assembly. hot and weary with their grovelling. 141 of 209 . I looked round at their strange faces. ‘Not to eat Flesh or Fowl. I think they all knew and dreaded what was coming. ‘Cease!’ said Moreau. and the Beast People sat back upon their hams and rested from their worshipping. When I saw their wincing attitudes and the furtive dread in their bright eyes. The earlier animals. and the hairy-grey monster bowed his face in the dust. in his firm. and then the left.’ Moreau held up his lank white hand. The last of the Beast People to arrive was the little Ape-man. and there fell absolute silence upon them all.

O Master!’ ‘Back to the House of Pain. so too did the Leopard-man. and looked round at their faces.The Island of Doctor Moreau ‘None escape. and turning towards us (it seemed to me there was a touch of exultation in his voice).’ gabbled the Ape-man. I fancied the Hyena-swine looked dejected. cracking his whip.’ from the faceless creature with the silvery hair. taking his eyes off his victim. ‘Who is he?’ cried Moreau. ‘Goes back to the House of Pain.’ chanted the Sayer of the Law. ‘Evil is he who breaks the Law.—‘goes back to the House of Pain. Moreau looked into the eyes of the Leopard-man. facing this creature.’ they all clamoured. ‘None escape. in a voice of thunder.’ repeated the kneeling circle of Beast People. ‘Do you hear?’ said Moreau. as though the idea was sweet to him. turning back to the criminal. ‘Who breaks the Law—’ said Moreau. Moreau stopped. ‘my friend—Hullo!’ 142 of 209 .—back to the House of Pain. who cringed towards him with the memory and dread of infinite torment. and seemed to be dragging the very soul out of the creature. ‘Who is he?’ repeated Moreau.

leapt towards his tormentor. The whole circle of threescore monsters seemed to rise about us. I drew my revolver. glared at me over the Hyenaswine’s hunched shoulders. and I too was swung round by the magnetism of the movement. The Satyr. with M’ling close in pursuit. and then everything spun about me until I 143 of 209 . I saw Moreau reeling back from the Leopard-man’s blow. The furious face of the Leopard-man flashed by mine. For a moment I thought it was a general revolt. had risen straight from his knees. Every one was moving rapidly. too. The whole crowd seemed to swing round in the direction of the glint of fire. in pursuit of the escaping Leopard-man. I saw the Leopard-man strike Moreau. his attitude as if he were half resolved to attack me.The Island of Doctor Moreau For the Leopard-man. I heard the crack of Moreau’s pistol. The two figures collided. with eyes aflame and his huge feline tusks flashing out from under his curling lips. I am convinced that only the madness of unendurable fear could have prompted this attack. There was a furious yelling and howling all about us. released from Moreau’s eye. one of a tumultuous shouting crowd. I saw the yellow eyes of the Hyena-swine blazing with excitement. In another second I was running. That is all I can tell definitely. and now. and saw the pink flash dart across the tumult.

’ panted Moreau. M’ling was ahead. and his lank white hair streaming out. though we went through it in a crowd together. and then plunged into a dense thicket. ropy creepers catching us under the chin or gripping our ankles. Then came Moreau in a cluster of the Beast People. The Hyena-swine ran beside me. close in pursuit of the fugitive. his revolver in hand. their tongues already lolling out. keeping pace with me and glancing furtively at me out of his feline eyes. thorny plants hooking into and tearing cloth and flesh together. and rattled in M’ling’s face.The Island of Doctor Moreau was running headlong. ran the Wolf-women in great leaping strides. and the two Bull-men in their swathings of white. squealing with excitement. We others in the rear found a trampled path for us when we reached the brake. his wide-brimmed straw hat blown off. which sprang back as he passed. Behind. 144 of 209 . and the others came pattering and shouting behind us. The chase lay through the brake for perhaps a quarter of a mile.— fronds flicking into our faces. which retarded our movements exceedingly. The Swine folk followed. now just ahead of me. The Leopard-man went bursting his way through the long canes. ‘He has gone on all-fours through this.

torn by brambles. panting. and at a distance its face still seemed human.’ said the Wolf-bear. So. The Thing was still clothed. I helped to pursue the Leopard-man who had broken the Law. impeded by ferns and reeds. We burst out again among rocks. and the 145 of 209 . tumbling against rocks.The Island of Doctor Moreau ‘None escape. had doubled in the undergrowth. At that the Wolf Folk howled with delight. realising that he was making for the projecting cape upon which he had stalked me on the night of my arrival. laughing into my face with the exultation of hunting. M’ling was halfway across the space. Most of us now had lost the first speed of the chase. and the furtive droop of its shoulder was distinctly that of a hunted animal. but Montgomery had seen the manoeuvre. watching me as it ran. and saw the quarry ahead running lightly on all-fours and snarling at us over his shoulder. and had fallen into a longer and steadier stride. I saw as we traversed the open that the pursuit was now spreading from a column into a line. At the edge of the rocks the Leopard-man. every now and then puckering its muzzle with a snarling laugh. but the carriage of its four limbs was feline. and was hidden. and turned him again. The Hyena-swine still ran close to me. It leapt over some thorny yellow-flowering bushes.

tired almost to death. Montgomery and Moreau beat along the beach beneath. I was on the slope above the bushes. and we advanced now slowly. my head reeling and my heart beating against my ribs. The quarry was silent.The Island of Doctor Moreau Hyena-swine ran. shouting to one another as we advanced and tightening the cordon about our victim. ‘steady!’ as the ends of the line crept round the tangle of undergrowth and hemmed the brute in. Slowly we pushed in among the fretted network of branches and leaves. ‘Steady!’ cried Moreau. I staggered on. whip in hand. and yet not daring to lose sight of the chase lest I should be left alone with this horrible companion. At last the fury of the hunt slackened. I staggered on in spite of infinite fatigue and the dense heat of the tropical afternoon. He lurked noiseless and invisible in the bushes through which I had run from him during that midnight pursuit. marshalled us all into an irregular line. Moreau. We had pinned the wretched brute into a corner of the island. 146 of 209 . ‘Ware a rush!’ came the voice of Montgomery from beyond the thicket. by my side. laughing savagely.

thrusting thirsty teeth into its neck. It may seem a strange contradiction in me. to experience once more the horrible tortures of the enclosure. the House of Pain.—I cannot explain the fact. and edit PDF. I realised again the fact of its humanity. He was crouched together into the smallest possible compass. the House of Pain!’ yelped the voice of the Ape-man. and flung itself upon it with an eager cry. Then suddenly through a polygon of green. some twenty yards to the right. As I did so. Download the free trial version. All about me the green masses of the 147 of 209 . aimed between its terror-struck eyes. in the half darkness under the luxuriant growth. seeing the creature there in a perfectly animal attitude. When I heard that. Abruptly I slipped out my revolver. view. I heard the twigs snap and the boughs swish aside before the heavy tread of the Horserhinoceros upon my right.eBook brought to you by The Island of Doctor Moreau Create. with the light gleaming in its eyes and its imperfectly human face distorted with terror. In another moment other of its pursuers would see it. the Hyena-swine saw the Thing. I halted. and fired. I saw the creature we were hunting. I forgave the poor wretch all the fear he had inspired in me. and it would be overpowered and captured.— but now. his luminous green eyes turned over his shoulder regarding me. ‘Back to the House of Pain.

‘It was the impulse of the moment. ‘Confound you. I pushed my way out of the crowding Beast People and went on alone up the slope towards the higher part of the headland. Under the shouted directions of Moreau I heard the three white-swathed Bull-men begin dragging the victim down towards the water.’ I felt sick with exertion and excitement. One face and then another appeared. In another moment he had beaten off the Hyena-swine with the handle of his whip. The other animals. Prendick!’ said Moreau. jostled me to get a nearer view. though I was not. and he and Montgomery were keeping away the excited carnivorous Beast People. from the still quivering body. in their animal ardour. It was easy now for me to be alone. ‘Don’t kill it.’ said I.The Island of Doctor Moreau thicket were swaying and cracking as the Beast People came rushing together. ‘I wanted him. Turning. 148 of 209 . and particularly M’ling. The Beast People manifested a quite human curiosity about the dead body. ‘Don’t kill it!’ and I saw him stooping as he pushed through under the fronds of the big ferns. Prendick!’ cried Moreau. The hairy-grey Thing came sniffing at the corpse under my arm.’ ‘I’m sorry.

the whole interplay of instinct. reason. that. I went to the headland and watched the bull-men. Upon the beach among the rocks beneath me were the Ape-man. and all overflowing with noisy expressions of their loyalty to the Law.The Island of Doctor Moreau and followed it in a thick knot. yet I felt an absolute assurance in my own mind that the Hyena-swine was implicated in the rabbit-killing. the Hyena-swine. the grotesqueness of the forms. Poor brute! Poor brutes! I began to see the viler aspect of Moreau’s cruelty. A strange persuasion came upon me. I had here before me the whole balance of human life in miniature. and fate in its simplest form. They were all still intensely excited. save for the grossness of the line. But now that seemed to me the 149 of 209 . and several other of the Beast People. The Leopard-man had happened to go under: that was all the difference. I had shivered only at the days of actual torment in the enclosure. sniffing and growling at it as the Bull-men dragged it down the beach. I had not thought before of the pain and trouble that came to these poor victims after they had passed from Moreau’s hands. black against the evening sky as they carried the weighted dead body out to sea. standing about Montgomery and Moreau. and like a wave across my mind came the realisation of the unspeakable aimlessness of things upon the island.

Before. which has left permanent scars upon my mind. the Law held them back from a brief hot struggle and a decisive end to their natural animosities. I am not so squeamish about pain as that. they had been beasts. I could have forgiven him a little even. I fell indeed into a morbid state. lived in a fear that never died. drove him on. Now they stumbled in the shackles of humanity. so utterly careless! His curiosity. and at last to die painfully. begun in an agony. his mad. aimless investigations. their mock-human existence. In those days my fear of the Beast People went the way of my personal fear for Moreau. They were wretched in themselves. I could have sympathised at least a little with him.The Island of Doctor Moreau lesser part. was one long internal struggle. I must confess that I lost faith in the sanity of the world when I saw it suffering the 150 of 209 . fretted by a law they could not understand. one long dread of Moreau—and for what? It was the wantonness of it that stirred me. and alien to fear. and the Things were thrown out to live a year or so. and happy as living things may be. to struggle and blunder and suffer. deep and enduring. But he was so irresponsible. Had Moreau had any intelligible object. had his motive been only hate. their instincts fitly adapted to their surroundings. the old animal hate moved them to trouble one another.

A blind Fate. Montgomery (by his passion for drink). the Beast People with their instincts and mental restrictions. a vast pitiless Mechanism. ruthlessly. inevitably. But this condition did not come all at once: I think indeed that I anticipate a little in speaking of it now. seemed to cut and shape the fabric of existence and I. were torn and crushed.The Island of Doctor Moreau painful disorder of this island. amid the infinite complexity of its incessant wheels. 151 of 209 . Moreau (by his passion for research).

I think. My fellow-creatures. which put an altogether different aspect upon my strange surroundings. My first friendship with Montgomery did not increase. looking for some liberating sail that never appeared.The Island of Doctor Moreau XVII. Several times I let him go alone among them.— rather more. My one idea was to get away from these horrible caricatures of my Maker’s image. It happened in the early morning— I should think about six. 152 of 209 . from whom I was thus separated. His long separation from humanity. I spent an increasing proportion of my time upon the beach. though I had not troubled to keep account of the time. tainted him to me. back to the sweet and wholesome intercourse of men. It was about seven or eight weeks after my landing. his evident sympathy with the Beast People.—until one day there fell upon us an appalling disaster. SCARCELY six weeks passed before I had lost every feeling but dislike and abhorrence for this infamous experiment of Moreau’s.— when this catastrophe occurred. his secret vice of drunkenness. A CATASTROPHE. I avoided intercourse with them in every possible way. began to assume idyllic virtue and beauty in my memory.

but hellish. I threw up my arm to defend myself from the blow that flung me headlong with a broken forearm. and collapsed upon my broken arm. and the lidless eyes ablaze. Moreau presently came round the corner of the enclosure and greeted me. I heard a short. having been aroused by the noise of three Beast Men carrying wood into the enclosure. that I heard without a touch of emotion the puma victim begin another day of torture. It met its persecutor with a shriek. and I heard him behind me unlock and enter his laboratory. sharp cry behind me. tried to sit up. and stood there smoking a cigarette and enjoying the freshness of the early morning. and turning saw an awful face rushing upon me.—I do not know what.The Island of Doctor Moreau I had risen and breakfasted early. Then suddenly something happened. swathed in lint and with red-stained bandages fluttering about it. leapt over me and passed. seamed with red branching scars. and the great monster. I rolled over and over down the beach. So indurated was I at that time to the abomination of the place. almost exactly like that of an angry virago. He passed by me. After breakfast I went to the open gateway of the enclosure. brown.—not human. to this day. not animal. a fall. red drops starting out upon it. Then Moreau 153 of 209 .

’ said he. Prendick!’ he said. I tried the other arm and sat up. ‘Blood on the sleeve. She gained upon him at every stride. ‘What’s the matter?’ ‘I was standing in the doorway. and rolled back the flannel. and then the pain in my arm flamed up. I stared after them. and Moreau followed her. fired and missed as she disappeared. then doubling abruptly made for the bushes.The Island of Doctor Moreau appeared. and Moreau. He carried a revolver in one hand. He scarcely glanced at me. and with a groan I staggered to my feet. and with his revolver in his hand. He came forward and took my arm. his massive white face all the more terrible for the blood that trickled from his forehead. The muffled figure in front ran in great striding leaps along the beach. and led me 154 of 209 . not noticing that I was hurt. but rushed off at once in pursuit of the puma. dressed. I saw her plunge into them. ‘that brute’s loose! Tore the fetter out of the wall! Have you seen them?’ Then sharply. ‘Great God. She turned her head and saw him. Then he too vanished in the green confusion. He pocketed his weapon.’ said I. Montgomery appeared in the doorway. running slantingly to intercept her. seeing I gripped my arm. felt my arm about painfully.

‘Your arm is broken. ‘That was a strong brute. To tell you the truth.’ he said. He slung it from my shoulder.’ he said. then to the door.’ he said.’ 155 of 209 . The incident seemed merely one more of many horrible things.The Island of Doctor Moreau inside. ‘It simply wrenched its fetter out of the wall. I sat down in the deck chair. The first dull feeling of injury in my arm had already given way to a burning pain when Montgomery reappeared.’ he said. and very dexterously and swiftly he bound my arm meanwhile. He was absent some time. ‘I can neither see nor hear anything of him. I feel anxious somehow. and there turned to me.’ He stared at me with his expressionless eyes. ‘Tell me exactly how it happened— what happened?’ I told him what I had seen. ‘I’ve been thinking he may want my help.’ He went to the window. and he showed more of his lower gums than ever. ‘I shall go after him. with gasps of pain between them. I was chiefly concerned about my arm. and I must admit swore heartily at the island. ‘There’s another revolver I can leave with you. Then he went out and locked the gates of the enclosure. ‘And now?’ He thought. His face was rather pale. ‘You’ll do. told him in broken sentences. stood back and looked at me.’ he said. and then.

but took the revolver in hand and went to the doorway. My shadow grew shorter.—the second time that morning. Would Moreau and Montgomery never return? Three sea-birds began fighting for some stranded treasure. I swore again. ‘Coo-ee— Moreau!’ My arm became less painful. this stillness of things oppressed me. Not a whisper of wind was stirring. 156 of 209 . I got feverish and thirsty. the sea was like polished glass. then to the corner again. The morning was as still as death. halffeverish state. and so began pacing to and fro like a sentinel upon duty. the sky empty. and how? Then far away up the beach a little grey Beast Man appeared. I tried to whistle. I strolled back to the doorway. leaving a restless contagion in the air. I watched the distant figure until it went away again.The Island of Doctor Moreau He obtained the weapon. Once I was arrested by the distant voice of Montgomery bawling. Then I went to the corner of the enclosure and stared inland at the green bush that had swallowed up Moreau and Montgomery. When would they return. the beach desolate. and put it ready to my hand on the table. but very hot. In my half-excited. and the tune died away. then went out. I did not sit long after he left. ran down to the water’s edge and began splashing about.

What can have happened? I don’t know. My unfortunate imagination set to work to torment me. Then suddenly a shot close by. Then a yelling cry nearer.—his face scarlet.The Island of Doctor Moreau Then from far away behind the enclosure I heard a pistol-shot. and saw Montgomery. I’ll tell you. and another dismal gap of silence. ‘Moreau?’ said I. M’ling flung himself down just outside the doorway and began panting like a dog. M’ling. Where’s some brandy?’ Montgomery limped before me into the room and sat down in the deck chair. I went to the corner. I got Montgomery some brandy-and-water.’ ‘My God!’ The man was panting. After some minutes he began to tell me what had happened.’ he said. when my breath comes. He sat staring in front of him at nothing. taking my arm. A long silence. almost sobbing. and the knee of his trousers torn. recovering his breath. his hair disordered. They’re all rushing about mad. ‘Go back in. ‘They’re mad. ‘Has he come?’ said Montgomery. ‘No. and round M’ling’s jaws were some queer dark stains. Behind him slouched the Beast Man. startled. His face expressed profound consternation. and then came another. 157 of 209 .

Then it was he encountered the two Swine-men I had seen dancing on the night of my arrival. Then M’ling had come to him carrying a light hatchet. and they fled guiltily. determined to visit the huts. It was plain enough at first on account of the crushed and broken bushes. had been felling wood. They went on shouting together. blood-stained they were about the mouth. white rags torn from the puma’s bandages. and heard him calling. He hailed them. He stopped shouting after that. and after wandering some time farther in an undecided way. Growing more alarmed every minute. and went wandering aimlessly westward shouting Moreau’s name. Two Beast Men came crouching and peering at them through the undergrowth. M’ling had seen nothing of the puma affair. with gestures and a furtive carriage that alarmed Montgomery by their strangeness. and intensely excited. He cracked 158 of 209 . He found the ravine deserted. He lost the track. They came crashing through the ferns.The Island of Doctor Moreau He had followed their track for some way. he began to retrace his steps. however. and occasional smears of blood on the leaves of the shrubs and undergrowth. and stopped with fierce faces when they saw him. on the stony ground beyond the stream where I had seen the Beast Man drinking.

also blood-stained. On the way. and lame through a wound in the foot. One he shot through the head. He shook his head. Thence they had hurried back to me. Download the free trial version. M’ling flung himself upon the other. This brute had run a little way and then turned savagely at bay. and turned once more to the brandy. He had some difficulty in inducing M’ling to come on with him. and Montgomery shot that too as it struggled in M’ling’s grip.eBook brought to you by The Island of Doctor Moreau Create. 159 of 209 . and Montgomery— with a certain wantonness. Never before had a Beast Man dared to do that. ‘What does it all mean?’ said I. view. and the two rolled grappling. M’ling had suddenly rushed into a thicket and driven out an under-sized Ocelot-man. and edit PDF. his whip in some trepidation. and forthwith they rushed at him. M’ling got his brute under and with his teeth in its throat. I thought—had shot him.

It is possibly due to the tension of my mind. Montgomery raised some feeble objections. or he would have returned before this. his strange black head moving with quick starts as he peered first on this side of the way and then on that. My left arm was in a sling (it was lucky it was my left). his hands in his pockets. M’ling went first. Montgomery followed with stumbling footsteps. We had some food. but even now that start into the hot stillness of the tropical afternoon is a singularly vivid impression. at the time. Teeth were his weapons. THE FINDING OF MOREAU. I told him that some serious thing must have happened to Moreau by this time.The Island of Doctor Moreau XVIII. WHEN I saw Montgomery swallow a third dose of brandy. his face downcast. He was already more than half fuddled. he was in a state of muddled sullenness with me on account of the brandy. and at last agreed. his axe he had dropped when he encountered the Swine-man. Soon we traced a narrow path 160 of 209 . I took it upon myself to interfere. his shoulder hunched. and then all three of us started. and that it behoved us to ascertain what that catastrophe was. He was unarmed. when it came to fighting. and I carried my revolver in my right.

’ jabbered another. first here. I recognised the Ape-man: I had indeed already identified his voice. and then halfa-dozen faces appeared. lit by a strange light. and presently M’ling stopped. and then stopped too. going northwestward. we heard coming through the trees the sound of voices and footsteps approaching us. listening intently. and two of the white-swathed brown-featured creatures I had seen in Montgomery’s boat. then a crashing among the interlacing vegetation. faceless thing. ‘He is not dead. then there.The Island of Doctor Moreau through the wild luxuriance of the island. and became rigid with watchfulness.’ said several voices. With these were the two dappled brutes and that grey. and gripped my pistol. with strange red eyes. he is not dead. vibrating voice. heavy grey eyebrows. with grey hair streaming down its cheeks. we saw.’ said a deep. M’ling made a growling noise in his throat.— strange faces. ‘Hullo. ‘He is dead. looking at us curiously from amidst the green. ‘Hullo!’ suddenly shouted Montgomery. and grey locks pouring off from a central parting upon its sloping forehead.—a heavy. Then. Montgomery almost staggered into him. horribly crooked creature who said the Law. There was a silence. 161 of 209 . ‘We saw. there!’ ‘Confound you!’ said I.

he has changed his body. ‘Beyond.’ I had been standing behind him during this colloquy. thou Other with the Whip?’ ‘He is dead.’ said this monster. ‘Is there a Law. He is—there. evidently.’ I went on. turning his dull eyes to me. ‘Is there a Law now?’ asked the Monkey-man. ‘Where is he?’ said Montgomery.The Island of Doctor Moreau For a space no one spoke. ‘He’s dead.’ said Montgomery.’ I pointed upward.’ said the hairy-grey Thing. at any rate. ‘Prendick. ‘he is not dead!’ M’ling turned his sharp eyes on me. ‘He has changed his shape. ‘Who—said he was dead?’ The Monkey-man looked guiltily at the hairy-grey Thing.’ There was nothing threatening about this detachment. ‘He is dead. They seemed awestricken and puzzled. ‘For a time you will not see him. Then Montgomery hiccoughed. I began to see how things lay with them. ‘where he 162 of 209 . I suddenly stepped in front of Montgomery and lifted up my voice:— ‘Children of the Law.’ I said.’ and the grey creature pointed. And they all stood watching us. ‘They saw. ‘Is it still to be this and that? Is he dead indeed?’ ‘Is there a Law?’ repeated the man in white.

’ said I. he is good. They flinched. a crashing 163 of 209 .’ he said slowly.The Island of Doctor Moreau can watch you.’ grunted Montgomery. You cannot see him. and ran screaming and sobbing. Show us now where his old body lies.’ But Montgomery was still sober enough to understand my motive in denying Moreau’s death. Man who walked in the Sea. ‘And the other Thing?’ I demanded. ‘Said he was dead.— the body he cast away because he had no more need of it. ‘Well?’ said I. ‘not dead at all. peering fearfully upward among the dense trees.’ ‘It is this way.’ said the Ape-man.’ said the grey Thing. Some have died. ‘That’s well. No more dead than I am. ‘The Other with the Whip—’ began the grey Thing.’ said the grey Thing.—that is dead too. And with these six creatures guiding us. Fear the Law!’ I looked at them squarely. ‘The Thing that bled. we went through the tumult of ferns and creepers and tree-stems towards the northwest. still regarding me. but he can see you. ‘He is not dead. Then came a yelling. ‘have broken the Law: they will die.’ ‘Some. ‘He is great.

pointing to the dead brute. Then I saw the grey Thing returning cautiously through the trees. The others gathered round and stared for a space. 164 of 209 . with a snarl. who was amongst us almost before he could stop his career. gripped Montgomery.’ He peered at the body. bowed his head. into its ugly face. It more than half sobered him. and turned to run.’ said I. M’ling. Montgomery fired and missed. I fired. ‘See. I found myself alone with M’ling. point-blank. fell headlong beside him and pulled him sprawling upon itself in its death-agony. ‘He sends the Fire that kills. and a little pink homunculus rushed by us shrieking.’ said he.The Island of Doctor Moreau among the branches. Montgomery raised himself slowly and stared in a muddled way at the shattered Beast Man beside him. in his deep voice. blood-bedabbled. Immediately after appeared a monster in headlong pursuit. Yet it passed me. repeating part of the Ritual. I saw its features vanish in a flash: its face was driven in. He scrambled to his feet. and the prostrate man. threw up his arm. flew at it. ‘is the Law not alive? This came of breaking the Law. The grey Thing leapt aside. and the Thing still came on. the dead brute. and was struck aside. and holding him. fired again.

Moreau lay face downward in a trampled space in a canebrake. Twice we heard unseen creatures howling and shrieking past our little band. The night was darkling. and then took Moreau’s mangled body into the yard and laid it upon a pile of brushwood. Resting at intervals. and vanished again. But we were not attacked again. His revolver we could not find. M’ling going with the rest. and with the help of the seven Beast People (for he was a heavy man). At the gates of the enclosure our company of Beast People left us. We came upon the gnawed and mutilated body of the puma. His head had been battered in by the fetters of the puma. Then we went into the laboratory and put an end to all we found living there.The Island of Doctor Moreau At last we drew near the westward extremity of the island. 165 of 209 . The broken canes beneath him were smeared with blood. and once the little pink sloth-creature appeared and stared at us. and perhaps twenty yards farther found at last what we sought. its shoulder-bone smashed by a bullet. We locked ourselves in. we carried Moreau back to the enclosure. Montgomery turned him over. One hand was almost severed at the wrist and his silvery hair was dabbled in blood.

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WHEN this was accomplished, and we had washed and eaten, Montgomery and I went into my little room and seriously discussed our position for the first time. It was then near midnight. He was almost sober, but greatly disturbed in his mind. He had been strangely under the influence of Moreau’s personality: I do not think it had ever occurred to him that Moreau could die. This disaster was the sudden collapse of the habits that had become part of his nature in the ten or more monotonous years he had spent on the island. He talked vaguely, answered my questions crookedly, wandered into general questions. ‘This silly ass of a world,’ he said; ‘what a muddle it all is! I haven’t had any life. I wonder when it’s going to begin. Sixteen years being bullied by nurses and schoolmasters at their own sweet will; five in London grinding hard at medicine, bad food, shabby lodgings, shabby clothes, shabby vice, a blunder,— I didn’t know any better,—and hustled off to this beastly island. Ten years here! What’s it all for, Prendick? Are we bubbles blown by a baby?’

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It was hard to deal with such ravings. ‘The thing we have to think of now,’ said I, ‘is how to get away from this island.’ ‘What’s the good of getting away? I’m an outcast. Where am I to join on? It’s all very well for you, Prendick. Poor old Moreau! We can’t leave him here to have his bones picked. As it is—And besides, what will become of the decent part of the Beast Folk?’ ‘Well,’ said I, ‘that will do to-morrow. I’ve been thinking we might make that brushwood into a pyre and burn his body—and those other things. Then what will happen with the Beast Folk?’ ‘I don’t know. I suppose those that were made of beasts of prey will make silly asses of themselves sooner or later. We can’t massacre the lot—can we? I suppose that’s what your humanity would suggest? But they’ll change. They are sure to change.’ He talked thus inconclusively until at last I felt my temper going. ‘Damnation!’ he exclaimed at some petulance of mine; ‘can’t you see I’m in a worse hole than you are?’ And he got up, and went for the brandy. ‘Drink!’ he said returning, ‘you logic-chopping, chalky-faced saint of an atheist, drink!’ 167 of 209

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‘Not I,’ said I, and sat grimly watching his face under the yellow paraffine flare, as he drank himself into a garrulous misery. I have a memory of infinite tedium. He wandered into a maudlin defence of the Beast People and of M’ling. M’ling, he said, was the only thing that had ever really cared for him. And suddenly an idea came to him. ‘I’m damned!’ said he, staggering to his feet and clutching the brandy bottle. By some flash of intuition I knew what it was he intended. ‘You don’t give drink to that beast!’ I said, rising and facing him. ‘Beast!’ said he. ‘You’re the beast. He takes his liquor like a Christian. Come out of the way, Prendick!’ ‘For God’s sake,’ said I. ‘Get—out of the way!’ he roared, and suddenly whipped out his revolver. ‘Very well,’ said I, and stood aside, half-minded to fall upon him as he put his hand upon the latch, but deterred by the thought of my useless arm. ‘You’ve made a beast of yourself,—to the beasts you may go.’ He flung the doorway open, and stood half facing me between the yellow lamp-light and the pallid glare of the

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moon; his eye-sockets were blotches of black under his stubbly eyebrows. ‘You’re a solemn prig, Prendick, a silly ass! You’re always fearing and fancying. We’re on the edge of things. I’m bound to cut my throat to-morrow. I’m going to have a damned Bank Holiday to-night.’ He turned and went out into the moonlight. ‘M’ling!’ he cried; ‘M’ling, old friend!’ Three dim creatures in the silvery light came along the edge of the wan beach,—one a white-wrapped creature, the other two blotches of blackness following it. They halted, staring. Then I saw M’ling’s hunched shoulders as he came round the corner of the house. ‘Drink!’ cried Montgomery, ‘drink, you brutes! Drink and be men! Damme, I’m the cleverest. Moreau forgot this; this is the last touch. Drink, I tell you!’ And waving the bottle in his hand he started off at a kind of quick trot to the westward, M’ling ranging himself between him and the three dim creatures who followed. I went to the doorway. They were already indistinct in the mist of the moonlight before Montgomery halted. I saw him administer a dose of the raw brandy to M’ling, and saw the five figures melt into one vague patch.

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Each went howling at his own sweet will. and between the sea and the shadow the grey sands (of volcanic glass and crystals) flashed and shone like a beach of diamonds. Then I shut the door. It was at its full. or giving whatever other vent this new inspiration of brandy demanded. The shadow of the wall lay. ‘Confound old Prendick!’ That’s right. Slowly. ‘Right turn!’ and they passed with their shouts and howls into the blackness of the landward trees. Presently I heard Montgomery’s voice shouting. ‘Confound old Prendick!’’ The black group broke up into five separate figures. The peaceful splendour of the night healed again.The Island of Doctor Moreau ‘Sing!’ I heard Montgomery shout. at my feet. The eastward sea was a featureless grey. and wound slowly away from me along the band of shining beach. they receded into silence.—‘sing all together. now again.—the staghounds and the llama and some other wretched 170 of 209 . very slowly. yelping insults at me. Behind me the paraffine lamp flared hot and ruddy. The moon was now past the meridian and travelling down the west. and went into the enclosure where Moreau lay beside his latest victims. and very bright riding through the empty blue sky. dark and mysterious. a yard wide and of inky blackness. locked it.

In the morning I would gather some provisions in the dingey. I saw 171 of 209 . brought the lamp. My thoughts went back to my means of escape. Download the free trial version. I felt that for Montgomery there was no help. in truth. a tumult of exultant cries passing down towards the beach. push out into the desolation of the high sea once more. The riot rose and fell. that he was. I got up. view. and with my eyes upon that ghastly pile of silvery light and ominous shadows began to turn over my plans. and with the hard eyes open. A discordant chanting began. and after setting fire to the pyre before me. but it did not trouble me then. and went into a shed to look at some kegs I had seen there. I heard heavy blows and the splintering smash of wood. I do not know how long I sat there scheming. Then my planning was interrupted by the return of Montgomery to my neighbourhood. brutes. unfitted for human kindred. staring at the dead white moon above. and excited shrieks that seemed to come to a stop near the water’s edge. I sat down upon the edge of the sink.eBook brought to you by The Island of Doctor Moreau Create. whooping and howling.—with his massive face calm even after his terrible death. It must have been an hour or so. half akin to these Beast Folk. I heard a yelling from many throats. and edit PDF. Then I became interested in the contents of some biscuit-tins. and opened one.

Insensibly the daylight crept upon me. and suddenly broke into a tumult. I misinterpreted this. giving place to a clamour. as well as a one-armed man could. then it began again. without understanding. the cause of my phantom. ‘More! more!’ a sound like quarrelling. His wounds gaped. Then I saw. The chanting died down. finding this convenient thing and that. I went on rummaging among them. The quality of the sounds changed so greatly that it arrested my attention. 172 of 209 . Behind me lay the yard.— a ruddy glow that came and danced and went upon the wall opposite. vividly black-and-white in the moonlight.— and turned sharply. My movements were slow. black as night. and a sudden wild shriek. fancied it was a reflection of my flickering lamp. I went out into the yard and listened. They seemed to be gripping one another in one last revengeful grapple. and the time passed quickly. and turned again to the stores in the shed. and putting them aside for to-morrow’s launch.—a red figure. one over another. Then cutting like a knife across the confusion came the crack of a revolver. and the blood that had dripped lay in black patches upon the sand.The Island of Doctor Moreau something out of the tail of my eye. and the pile of wood and faggots on which Moreau and his mutilated victims lay. I heard cries of.

I saw the pink tongue of Montgomery’s pistol lick out once. close to the ground. Up the beach by the boathouse a bonfire was burning. with the hairy-grey Beast-man sprawling across his body. I began to run at once towards this fire. Then I turned to the black heaps upon the ground. The crowd of Beast People fled in sudden panic before me. I flung the door open and looked out. Near by lay M’ling on his face and quite still.The Island of Doctor Moreau I rushed at once through my room to the little doorway. ‘The Master!’ The knotted black struggle broke into scattering units. As I did so I heard some of the packing-cases behind me go sliding down and smash together with a clatter of glass on the floor of the shed. The brute was dead. but still gripping Montgomery’s throat with its curving claws. I heard Montgomery call my name. the fire leapt and sank down. raining up sparks into the indistinctness of the dawn. Around this struggled a mass of black figures. I heard some one cry. He was down. In my excitement I fired at their retreating backs as they disappeared among the bushes. But I did not heed these. his neck bitten open and the upper part of the smashed 173 of 209 . up the beach. Montgomery lay on his back. revolver in hand. I shouted with all my strength and fired into the air.

I caught hold of the grey man and pulled him off Montgomery’s body. the other groaning fitfully. The wounded creature by the fire—it was a Wolf-brute with a bearded grey face—lay. the setting moon was becoming 174 of 209 . The other brute was one of the Bull-men swathed in white. then dropping it again. I went to Montgomery again and knelt beside him. his claws drew down the torn coat reluctantly as I dragged him away. and only charred beams of timber glowing at the central ends and mixed with a grey ash of brushwood remained.—the one motionless. The rest of the Beast People had vanished from the beach. The wretched thing was injured so dreadfully that in mercy I blew its brains out at once. I wondered casually where Montgomery had got his wood. with the fore part of its body upon the still glowing timber. every now and then raising its head slowly. Then I saw that the dawn was upon us. I found. He too was dead. The fire beside me had sunk down. Montgomery was dark in the face and scarcely breathing. I splashed sea-water on his face and pillowed his head on my rolled-up coat. M’ling was dead. The sky had grown brighter. cursing my ignorance of medicine.The Island of Doctor Moreau brandy-bottle in his hand. Two other figures lay near the fire.

When I had rushed out to Montgomery’s assistance. Against the warm dawn great tumultuous masses of black smoke were boiling up out of the enclosure. I had overturned the lamp. I saw the curving charge of the flames across the sloping straw. and through their stormy darkness shot flickering threads of blood-red flame. chips and splinters were scattered broadcast. My mind came back to my plan of flight. and the ashes of the bonfire were blackening and smoking under the dawn. Montgomery had burnt the boats to revenge himself upon me and prevent our return to mankind! A sudden convulsion of rage shook me. I was almost moved to batter his foolish head in. A spurt of fire jetted from the window of my room. I remembered the crash I had heard. Then the thatched roof caught.The Island of Doctor Moreau pale and opaque in the luminous blue of the day. and turning swiftly I looked to see where the two boats lay upon the beach. Suddenly I heard a thud and a hissing behind me. They were gone! Two axes lay upon the sands beside me. as he lay there helpless 175 of 209 . looking round. The sky to the eastward was rimmed with red. I knew at once what had happened. sprang to my feet with a cry of horror. and. The hopelessness of saving any of the contents of the enclosure stared me in the face.

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at my feet. Then suddenly his hand moved, so feebly, so pitifully, that my wrath vanished. He groaned, and opened his eyes for a minute. I knelt down beside him and raised his head. He opened his eyes again, staring silently at the dawn, and then they met mine. The lids fell. ‘Sorry,’ he said presently, with an effort. He seemed trying to think. ‘The last,’ he murmured, ‘the last of this silly universe. What a mess—‘ I listened. His head fell helplessly to one side. I thought some drink might revive him; but there was neither drink nor vessel in which to bring drink at hand. He seemed suddenly heavier. My heart went cold. I bent down to his face, put my hand through the rent in his blouse. He was dead; and even as he died a line of white heat, the limb of the sun, rose eastward beyond the projection of the bay, splashing its radiance across the sky and turning the dark sea into a weltering tumult of dazzling light. It fell like a glory upon his death-shrunken face. I let his head fall gently upon the rough pillow I had made for him, and stood up. Before me was the glittering desolation of the sea, the awful solitude upon which I had already suffered so much; behind me the island, hushed under the dawn, its Beast People silent and unseen. The enclosure, with all its provisions and ammunition, burnt 176 of 209

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noisily, with sudden gusts of flame, a fitful crackling, and now and then a crash. The heavy smoke drove up the beach away from me, rolling low over the distant tree-tops towards the huts in the ravine. Beside me were the charred vestiges of the boats and these four dead bodies. Then out of the bushes came three Beast People, with hunched shoulders, protruding heads, misshapen hands awkwardly held, and inquisitive, unfriendly eyes and advanced towards me with hesitating gestures.

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I FACED these people, facing my fate in them, singlehanded now,— literally single-handed, for I had a broken arm. In my pocket was a revolver with two empty chambers. Among the chips scattered about the beach lay the two axes that had been used to chop up the boats. The tide was creeping in behind me. There was nothing for it but courage. I looked squarely into the faces of the advancing monsters. They avoided my eyes, and their quivering nostrils investigated the bodies that lay beyond me on the beach. I took half-a-dozen steps, picked up the blood-stained whip that lay beneath the body of the Wolfman, and cracked it. They stopped and stared at me. ‘Salute!’ said I. ‘Bow down!’ They hesitated. One bent his knees. I repeated my command, with my heart in my mouth, and advanced upon them. One knelt, then the other two. I turned and walked towards the dead bodies, keeping my face towards the three kneeling Beast Men, very much as an actor passing up the stage faces the audience. ‘They broke the Law,’ said I, putting my foot on the Sayer of the Law. ‘They have been slain,—even the Sayer

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of the Law; even the Other with the Whip. Great is the Law! Come and see.’ ‘None escape,’ said one of them, advancing and peering. ‘None escape,’ said I. ‘Therefore hear and do as I command.’ They stood up, looking questioningly at one another. ‘Stand there,’ said I. I picked up the hatchets and swung them by their heads from the sling of my arm; turned Montgomery over; picked up his revolver still loaded in two chambers, and bending down to rummage, found half-a-dozen cartridges in his pocket. ‘Take him,’ said I, standing up again and pointing with the whip; ‘take him, and carry him out and cast him into the sea.’ They came forward, evidently still afraid of Montgomery, but still more afraid of my cracking red whip-lash; and after some fumbling and hesitation, some whip-cracking and shouting, they lifted him gingerly, carried him down to the beach, and went splashing into the dazzling welter of the sea. ‘On!’ said I, ‘on! Carry him far.’

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’ said I. ‘Let go. but instead. 180 of 209 . and the body of Montgomery vanished with a splash. and they came back. with a break in my voice. They took care not to approach the place where they had thrown Montgomery into the water. Something seemed to tighten across my chest. to the margin of the water. his eyes a little averted. ‘Good!’ said I. ‘Now these. hurrying and fearful. his bright eyes were fixed upon me. At the water’s edge they stopped.’ said I. carried the four dead Beast People slantingly along the beach for perhaps a hundred yards before they waded out and cast them away. his stumpy hands clenched and held close by his side. leaving long wakes of black in the silver. As I watched them disposing of the mangled remains of M’ling. He stopped in this crouching attitude when I turned. His head was bent down. I heard a light footfall behind me. and turning quickly saw the big Hyena-swine perhaps a dozen yards away. pointing to the other bodies. turning and glaring into the sea as though they presently expected Montgomery to arise therefrom and exact vengeance.The Island of Doctor Moreau They went in up to their armpits and stood regarding me.

He went slanting along the beach. and vanished beneath the driving masses of dense smoke that were still pouring out from the burning enclosure. and I dared not risk another miss. Then cried I. It may seem treacherous. for I meant to kill this brute. I turned to my three obedient Beast Folk again and signalled them to drop the body they still carried. saw him run sideways and turn. aimed quickly and fired. jumping from side to side.The Island of Doctor Moreau For a moment we stood eye to eye. I was far more afraid of him than of any other two of the Beast Folk. But he was already running headlong. I dropped the whip and snatched at the pistol in my pocket. knew I had missed. and clicked back the cock with my thumb for the next shot. the most formidable of any left now upon the island. ‘Salute! Bow down!’ His teeth flashed upon me in a snarl. but so I was resolved. For some time I stood staring after him. I was perhaps a dozen seconds collecting myself. Then I went back to the place by the fire where the bodies had 181 of 209 . I heard him yelp. His continued life was I knew a threat against mine. ‘Who are you that I should—‘ Perhaps a little too spasmodically I drew my revolver. Every now and then he looked back at me over his shoulder. at the first excuse.

chin on knees. made for a point where a shallow spit of coral sand ran out towards the reef. I went back to the beach. 182 of 209 . And there I sat. I tried to review the whole situation as calmly as I could. and went up the beach into the thickets. my whip thrust with the hatchets in the sling of my arm. I was anxious to be alone. A dreadful thing that I was only beginning to realise was. plotting how I could live on against the hour of my rescue (if ever rescue came). I carried my pistol in my hand. and turning eastward past the burning enclosure. I dismissed my three serfs with a wave of the hand. the sun beating down upon my head and unspeakable dread in my mind. I felt that I ought to cross the island and establish myself with the Beast People. and make myself secure in their confidence. but I was still inclined to be nervous and to break down under any great stress. but it was difficult to clear the thing of emotion. that over all this island there was now no safe place where I could be alone and secure to rest or sleep.The Island of Doctor Moreau fallen and kicked the sand until all the brown blood-stains were absorbed and hidden. Here I could sit down and think. to think out the position in which I was now placed. I had recovered strength amazingly since my landing. my back to the sea and my face against any surprise. But my heart failed me.

‘they are sure to change.eBook brought to you by The Island of Doctor Moreau Create. My thoughts were disturbed by a crying of sea-birds hurrying towards some black object that had been stranded by the waves on the beach near the enclosure. but I had not the heart to go back and drive them off. Perhaps half a mile along the beach I became aware of one of my three Beast Folk advancing out of the landward 183 of 209 .’ And Moreau. ‘They will change. The Sayer of the Law was dead: worse luck. designing to come round the eastward corner of the island and so approach the ravine of the huts. I felt sure that if I did not kill that brute. I began turning over in my mind the reason of Montgomery’s despair. Were they peering at me already out of the green masses of ferns and palms over yonder. watching until I came within their spring? Were they plotting against me? What was the Hyena-swine telling them? My imagination was running away with me into a morass of unsubstantial fears. view. I knew what that object was. he would kill me. They knew now that we of the Whips could be killed even as they themselves were killed. Download the free trial version. without traversing the possible ambuscades of the thickets.’ Then I came round to the Hyena-swine. what was it that Moreau had said? ‘The stubborn beast-flesh grows day by day back again. I began walking along the beach in the opposite direction.’ he said. and edit PDF.

I might have grasped the vacant sceptre of Moreau and ruled over the Beast 184 of 209 . ‘No. Had I kept my courage up to the level of the dawn. There was something very suggestive of a dog in the cringing attitude of the creature. Even the propitiatory gestures of the creature failed to disarm me. and stopped. It retreated a little way. very like a dog being sent home. had I not allowed it to ebb away in solitary thought. go away. So in solitude I came round by the ravine of the Beast People. and with that threat drove the creature away. I was now so nervous with my own imaginings that I immediately drew my revolver. and snapped my whip.’ ‘May I not come near you?’ it said. and hiding among the weeds and reeds that separated this crevice from the sea I watched such of them as appeared. Then putting my whip in my teeth. looking at me imploringly with canine brown eyes. trying to judge from their gestures and appearance how the death of Moreau and Montgomery and the destruction of the House of Pain had affected them.’ I insisted.’ said I. He hesitated as he approached. ‘Go away!’ cried I. I know now the folly of my cowardice. ‘Go away.The Island of Doctor Moreau bushes towards me. ‘Do not come near me. I stooped for a stone.

Towards noon certain of them came and squatted basking in the hot sand. I felt too faint and weary to insist. ‘There is food in the huts. hoping that the flimsy barricade I had erected would cause sufficient noise in its removal to save me from surprise. a Wolf-woman. 185 of 209 . As it was I lost the opportunity. and sank to the position of a mere leader among my fellows. One.’ said I. None attempted to rise or salute me. turned her head and stared at me. ‘I want food. the exhaustion of the last thirty hours claimed its own. The imperious voices of hunger and thirst prevailed over my dread. almost apologetically. revolver in hand.The Island of Doctor Moreau People. and. I passed them. drowsily. and I fell into a light slumber. I came out of the bushes. and then after I had propped some branches and sticks about the opening. and looking away from me. walked down towards these seated figures. In an empty hut I feasted on some specked and half-decayed fruit. and drawing near. and went down into the shadow and odours of the almost deserted ravine. and placed myself with my face towards it and my hand upon my revolver.’ said an Ox-boar-man. and then the others. and I let the moment pass.

‘I—Master. wondering at first where I might be.The Island of Doctor Moreau XXI. Then something soft and warm and moist passed across my hand. I heard something breathing. When I awoke. It began to move slowly. IN this way I became one among the Beast People in the Island of Doctor Moreau. the revolver still pointed. I sat up. it was dark about me. I snatched my hand away. I heard coarse voices talking outside. My arm ached in its bandages. I held my breath. and that the opening of the hut stood clear. trying to see what it was. My revolver was still in my hand. saw something crouched together close beside me. interminably.’ ‘Who are you?’ 186 of 209 . Then I saw that my barricade had gone. Then I just realised what had happened sufficiently to stay my fingers on the revolver. ‘Who is that?’ I said in a hoarse whisper. All my muscles contracted. THE REVERSION OF THE BEAST FOLK. A cry of alarm began and was stifled in my throat.

Master.’ I felt in the darkness. ‘Presently you will slay them all.—after certain days and certain things have come to pass.’ I answered.’ The Thing was evidently faithful enough. That Other who walked in the Sea is as we are. for it might have fallen upon me as I slept. no Master. ‘The Master is dead. no Whips. I am your slave. ‘It is well. ‘Presently. I know. But I know. The Other with the Whip is dead. ‘Where are the others?’ I asked. but there is no Pain. no Whips for ever again. I know.’ said the Dog-man.’ ‘Are you the one I met on the beach?’ I asked. O Walker in the Sea! the bodies of those you slew. any more. ‘The same.’ I said. They say. no House of Pain. and will keep it. ‘It is well. ‘Even now they talk together beyond there. ‘They are mad. I carried the bodies into the sea. Every 187 of 209 . ‘I will slay them all. I began to realise what its presence meant.’ I said again. We love the Law. they are fools.’ said the Dog-man.The Island of Doctor Moreau ‘They say there is no Master now. and patted the Dog-man’s head. Master. There is an end. We have no Master. extending my hand for another licking kiss. and the tide of my courage flowed. Master. But I know.’ So they say.

instead of a green. When I say to you. and like a bar across its face drove the spire of 188 of 209 . But now it was night.’ I said. the Master kills. a bank of darkness. and all the miasmatic ravine about me was black.’ see that you fall upon him. Then I followed and stood up.’ said the Dog-man. and beyond. fringed above with the black lace of the upper branches. I saw a red fire.’ said the Dog-man with a certain satisfaction in his voice. every one of them shall be slain. And now I will go to the men and women who are assembled together. sunlit slope.’ ‘The Master’s will is sweet.’ ‘What the Master wishes to kill. with the ready tact of his canine blood. whenever I may meet him. The moon was just riding up on the edge of the ravine.’ said I. ‘But one has sinned. before which hunched. grotesque figures moved to and fro. ‘let them live in their folly until their time is ripe. Farther were the thick trees. Let them not know that I am the Master.The Island of Doctor Moreau one of them save those you spare.’ For a moment the opening of the hut was blackened by the exit of the Dog-man. almost in the exact spot where I had been when I had heard Moreau and his staghound pursuing me. ‘That is he. ‘And that their sins may grow. ‘Him I will kill.

perhaps twenty of the Beast Folk squatted. true!’ said the Dog-man. ‘It will come again. in a loud voice.’ said I. ‘The House of Pain is gone. ‘Even now he watches us!’ This startled them. Most of them disregarded me.’ ‘True. Twenty pairs of eyes regarded me. ‘He is dead.’ said I. ‘The House of Pain— there is no House of Pain!’ ‘He is not dead. but it takes a real man to tell a lie. 189 of 209 . ‘Walk by me. ostentatiously. but he was not there. taking little heed of the dim Things that peered at us out of the huts. Altogether. None about the fire attempted to salute me. nerving myself. An animal may be ferocious and cunning enough. They were staggered at my assurance. I looked round for the Hyena-swine. he is dead! the Master is dead!’ said the voice of the Ape-man to the right of me. staring into the fire or talking to one another. The Master you cannot see. and side by side we walked down the narrow way. yet even now he listens among you.The Island of Doctor Moreau vapour that was for ever streaming from the fumaroles of the island.’ said I.

at the deep cuts I made in the turf. Woe be to him who breaks the Law!’ They looked curiously at one another. but he never appeared. I noticed. They looked. ‘I tell you it is so. but my confidence grew rapidly. that had troubled me at first. Every moment I began to feel more convinced of my present security. I talked now without the catching in my breath. one by one the listeners began to yawn (showing the oddest teeth in the light of the sinking fire). Every now and then a suspicious movement would startle me. due to the intensity of my excitement. and first one and then another 190 of 209 . and talked most of the others into a dubious state.’ I said. In the course of about an hour I had really convinced several of the Beast Folk of the truth of my assertions. Then the Satyr raised a doubt. I kept a sharp eye for my enemy the Hyena-swine. Then as the moon crept down from the zenith. With an affectation of indifference I began to chop idly at the ground in front of me with my hatchet.’ said one of the Beast Folk. Then one of the dappled things objected. and an animated discussion sprang up round the fire. I answered him.The Island of Doctor Moreau ‘The Man with the Bandaged Arm speaks a strange thing. ‘The Master and the House of Pain will come again.

but they do not help the telling of the story.—things that I would cheerfully give my right hand to forget. There is much that sticks in my memory that I could write. Indeed.The Island of Doctor Moreau retired towards the dens in the ravine. So that I prefer to make no chronicle for that gap of time. I found their simple scale of honour was based mainly on the capacity for inflicting trenchant wounds. and gained my confidence again. there was but one thing happened to tell save a series of innumerable small unpleasant details and the fretting of an incessant uneasiness. But from that night until the end came. I may say—without vanity. I had my quarrels with them of course. went with them. I hope—that I held something like 191 of 209 . and I. knowing I was safer with several of them than with one alone. and could show some of their teeth-marks still. dreading the silence and darkness. And my SaintBernard-man’s loyalty was of infinite service to me. In the retrospect it is strange to remember how soon I fell in with these monsters’ ways. but they soon gained a wholesome respect for my trick of throwing stones and for the bite of my hatchet. to tell only one cardinal incident of the ten months I spent as an intimate of these half-humanised brutes. In this manner began the longer part of my sojourn upon this Island of Doctor Moreau.

The Monkey-man bored me. he assumed. compared with their latter condition. I really believe that was at the root of the brute’s attachment to me. on the 192 of 209 . The little pink sloth-creature displayed an odd affection for me. The Dog-man scarcely dared to leave my side. Once I tried to induce the Beast Folk to hunt him. in grimaces. bore me a grudge. and became solitary. but it vented itself chiefly behind my back. Again and again I tried to approach his den and come upon him unaware.The Island of Doctor Moreau pre-eminence among them. He too made every forest pathway dangerous to me and my ally with his lurking ambuscades. and saw or winded me and got away. but I lacked the authority to make them co-operate for one end. but always he was too acute for me. In the first month or so the Beast Folk. and took to following me about. and gone the way of the Leopard-man. One or two. My inseparable Dog-man hated and dreaded him intensely. were human enough. It was soon evident to me that the former monster had tasted blood. and I was always on the alert for him. He formed a lair somewhere in the forest. The Hyena-swine avoided me. however. whom in a rare access of high spirits I had scarred rather badly. and at a safe distance from my missiles. and for one or two besides my canine friend I even conceived a friendly tolerance.

One thing about him entertained me a little: he had a fantastic trick of coining new words. that to gabble about names that meant nothing was the proper use of speech. learn it by heart. and was for ever jabbering at me. I believe. He called it ‘Big Thinks’ to distinguish it from ‘Little Thinks. I invented some very curious ‘Big Thinks’ for his especial use. a growing 193 of 209 . he would praise it very much. He had an idea. was in the earlier weeks of my solitude among these brutes. and behaved with general decorum. He thought nothing of what was plain and comprehensible. with a word wrong here or there. During that time they respected the usage established by the Law.’ the sane every-day interests of life.—jabbering the most arrant nonsense. ask me to say it again. This. Once I found another rabbit torn to pieces. I say. and go off repeating it. he had developed in the most wonderful way the distinctive silliness of man without losing one jot of the natural folly of a monkey. I think now that he was the silliest creature I ever met. I am assured. It was about May when I first distinctly perceived a growing difference in their speech and carriage. that he was my equal.—by the Hyena-swine.—but that was all.The Island of Doctor Moreau strength of his five digits. If ever I made a remark he did not understand. to all the milder of the Beast People.

The tradition of the Law was clearly losing its force. softening and guttering. Some of them—the pioneers in this. They held things more clumsily. though they still understood what I said to them at that time.’ They were reverting. feeding by gnawing. drinking by suction. were all females—began to disregard the injunction of decency. grew commoner every day. becoming mere limps of sound again?) And they walked erect with an increasing difficulty. I cannot pursue this disagreeable subject. every now and then I would come upon one or another running on toes and fingertips. a growing disinclination to talk. I noticed with some surprise. (Can you imagine language. and quite unable to recover the vertical attitude. losing shape and import. I realised more keenly than ever what Moreau had told me about the ‘stubborn beast-flesh.The Island of Doctor Moreau coarseness of articulation. My Monkey-man’s jabber multiplied in volume but grew less and less comprehensible. Some of the others seemed altogether slipping their hold upon speech. Though they evidently felt ashamed of themselves. deliberately for the most part. more and more simian. once clear-cut and exact. Others even attempted public outrages upon the institution of monogamy. 194 of 209 . and reverting very rapidly.

I found. hairy. the lane of dwelling places. how the quasi-human intimacy I had permitted myself with some of them in the first month of my loneliness became a shuddering horror to recall. Some memory of pain. day by day he became dumb. and edit PDF. the human semblance left them. But I began to fear that 195 of 209 . My Dog-man imperceptibly slipped back to the dog again. because no jolt in the downward glide had released the increasing charge of explosive animalism that ousted the human day by day. still made that place the safest from the Beast Folk. abandoned at last every stitch of clothing. It would be impossible to detail every step of the lapsing of these monsters. Download the free trial version.eBook brought to you by The Island of Doctor Moreau Create. and going across the island made myself a hovel of boughs amid the black ruins of Moreau’s enclosure. how the hair began to spread over the exposed limbs. how they gave up bandagings and wrappings. became so loathsome that I left it. quadrupedal. at no time very sweet.—to tell how. view. For them and for me it came without any definite shock. The change was slow and inevitable. I scarcely noticed the transition from the companion on my right hand to the lurching dog at my side. As the carelessness and disorganisation increased from day to day. I still went among them in safety. how their foreheads fell away and their faces projected. day by day.

an unexpected dexterity of the fore-feet.—into ordinary bears. and his vigilance enabled me to sleep at times in something like peace. My Saint-Bernard-brute followed me to the enclosure every night. another bovine chiefly.The Island of Doctor Moreau soon now that shock must come. My hair grew long. but each was tainted with other creatures. oxen. I too must have undergone strange changes. One perhaps was ursine chiefly. The little pink sloth-thing became shy and left me. Of course these creatures did not decline into such beasts as the reader has seen in zoological gardens. and became 196 of 209 . My clothes hung about me as yellow rags. tigers. swine. another feline chiefly. There was still something strange about each. to crawl back to its natural life once more among the treebranches. wolves. through whose rents showed the tanned skin.—a kind of generalised animalism appearing through the specific dispositions.—a momentary recrudescence of speech perhaps. in each Moreau had blended this animal with that. And the dwindling shreds of the humanity still startled me every now and then. We were in just the state of equilibrium that would remain in one of those ‘Happy Family’ cages which animal-tamers exhibit. if the tamer were to leave it for ever. and apes. a pitiful attempt to walk erect.

The Island of Doctor Moreau matted together. I spent more than a fortnight grubbing among the black ruins of the enclosure and on the beach where the boats had been burnt. I always had a bonfire ready. and thrice smoke. I am told that even now my eyes have a strange brightness. a swift alertness of movement. hoping and praying for a ship. but nothing ever touched the island. I found my helplessness appalling. I had no ropes. looking for nails and other stray pieces of metal that might prove of service. It was only about September or October that I began to think of making a raft. and with all my litter of scientific education I could not devise any way of making them so. and go leaping off when I 197 of 209 . Five times I saw sails. and I spent day after day in experimental chopping and binding among the trees. Now and then some Beast-creature would watch me. but she never came. At first I spent the daylight hours on the southward beach watching for a ship. At first. and could hit on nothing wherewith to make ropes. I counted on the ‘Ipecacuanha’ returning as the year wore on. and both my hands were at my service again. By that time my arm had healed. none of the abundant creepers seemed limber or strong enough. I had never done any carpentry or such-like work in my life. but no doubt the volcanic reputation of the island was taken to account for that.

The Island of Doctor Moreau called to it. I was delighted with it. He made a moaning noise when he was he had attracted my attention. and stared at the water and thought of death. but at the time my misery at my failure was so acute that for some days I simply moped on the beach. and starting round found the little pink sloth-creature blinking into my face. I was lying in the shade of the enclosure wall. but at last the raft was completed. went a little way towards the bushes and looked back at me. mean to die. and the lank hair of the little brute grew thicker every day and his stumpy claws more askew. however.—for each fresh day was fraught with increasing danger from the Beast People. staring out to sea. I did not. But with a certain lack of practical sense which has always been my bane. and an incident occurred that warned me unmistakably of the folly of letting the days pass so. Perhaps it is as well that I was saved from launching it. He had long since lost speech and active movement. and before I had dragged it down to the beach the thing had fallen to pieces. which greatly retarded my work. I had made it a mile or more from the sea. 198 of 209 . when I was startled by something cold touching the skin of my heel. There came a season of thunder-storms and heavy rain.

I aimed between the eyes and fired.The Island of Doctor Moreau At first I did not understand. its lips went trembling back from its red-stained teeth. its hair bristled. and I was knocked over like a ninepin. It clutched at me with its crippled hand. but presently it occurred to me that he wished me to follow him. Its spring carried it over me. the Thing rose straight at me in a leap. As I approached. and pulled out my revolver. the monster lifted its glaring eyes to mine. I fell under the hind part of its body. stopped. but its ears went back. for the day was hot. and struck me in the face. I crawled out from 199 of 209 . but luckily I had hit as I meant. As I did so. and its body crouched together. At last I had him face to face. and near his body crouched the Hyena-swine. It was not afraid and not ashamed. for he could travel better among their swinging creepers than on the ground. When we reached the trees he clambered into them. And suddenly in a trampled space I came upon a ghastly group. and it had died even as it leapt. the last vestige of the human taint had vanished. and it growled menacingly. My Saint-Bernard-creature lay on the ground. gnawing at it. gripping the quivering flesh with its misshapen claws. The brute made no sign of retreat. dead.—slowly. and snarling with delight. and this I did at last. I advanced a step farther.

and recovered their fear of it. There could now be scarcely a score left of the dangerous carnivores.The Island of Doctor Moreau under its unclean weight and stood up trembling. I knew was only the first of the series of relapses that must come. The Beast People by that time had. my last friend. the braver of these were already dead. That danger at least was over. I had half a mind to make a massacre of them. with one or two exceptions. to build traps. but at night the air was hideous with their calls and howling. I 200 of 209 . or fight them with my knife. I rebuilt my den in the walls of the enclosure. Few prowled by day. and the island might have seemed deserted to a new-comer. I too adopted to some extent the practice of slumbering in the daytime in order to be on my guard at night. The creatures had lost the art of fire too. left the ravine and made themselves lairs according to their taste among the thickets of the island. with such a narrow opening that anything attempting to enter must necessarily make a considerable noise. I burnt both of the bodies on a pyre of brushwood. staring at its quivering body. but this. most of them slept. After the death of this poor dog of mine. I should not have hesitated to begin the killing. but after that I saw that unless I left the island my death was only a question of time. Had I possessed sufficient cartridges.

and hack and splinter some unlucky tree in my intolerable vexation. and the Beasts came and glared at me.The Island of Doctor Moreau turned once more. a small sail like that of a little schooner. All day I watched that sail. and forthwith I lit a great pile of brushwood. to hammering together stakes and branches to form a raft for my escape. and went away. I am an extremely unhandy man (my schooling was over before the days of Slojd). and this time I took care of the strength. eating or drinking nothing. Sometimes I would give way to wild outbursts of rage. I used to go moping about the island trying with all my might to solve this one last difficulty. and all night I toiled to keep my blaze 201 of 209 . 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. and the heat of the midday sun. And then came a day. I would have even tried pottery. so that my head reeled. and stood by it in the heat of it. It was still distant when night came and swallowed it up. I saw a sail to the southwest. watching. But I could think of nothing. a wonderful day. and seemed to wonder. but the island contained no clay. I found a thousand difficulties. which I spent in ecstasy. but most of the requirements of a raft I met at last in some clumsy. almost passionately now. circuitous way or other.

Suddenly a great white bird flew up out of the boat. it yawed and fell away. Then I stopped shouting. but something—a cold. but they did not notice me. marvelling. and sat still. and neither of the men stirred nor noticed it. and left it a hundred yards or so to the westward of the ruins of the enclosure. it circled round. very slowly. the boat drove past towards the west. and sat down on the headland and rested my chin on my hands and stared. and I peered and could not believe them. for the bay. and then came sweeping overhead with its strong wings outspread. making slowly. As the day grew brighter. vague fear— kept me back. In the afternoon the tide stranded the boat. and gesticulated and shouted. 202 of 209 . The head was not kept to the wind. the other at the rudder. slowly. My eyes were weary with watching. and the eyes of the Beasts shone out of the darkness. and the boat kept on her aimless course. facing each other. The men in it were dead. There was no response.—one by the bows. I began waving the last rag of my jacket to them. I went to the lowest point of the low headland. and I saw it was the dirty lug-sail of a small boat. Slowly. But it sailed strangely. In the dawn the sail was nearer. Two men were in the boat.The Island of Doctor Moreau bright and high. sitting low down. I would have swum out to it.

a frantic horror succeeded my repulsion. for fear of the Beast People.’ and a dirty white cap lay in the bottom of the boat. and came forward with quivering nostrils and glittering eyes. As I stood beside the boat. I lay. I turned my back upon them.The Island of Doctor Moreau had been dead so long that they fell to pieces when I tilted the boat on its side and dragged them out. I collected a quantity of fruit. however. One of my spasms of disgust came upon me. Two of the brutes were Wolf-beasts. the third was the horrible nondescript of bear and bull. struck the lug and began paddling out to sea. When I saw them approaching those wretched remains. One had a shock of red hair. three of the Beasts came slinking out of the bushes and sniffing towards me. 203 of 209 . with such patience as I could command. between the reef and the island that night. I could not bring myself to look behind me. and waylaid and killed two rabbits with my last three cartridges. Then. and the next morning went round to the stream and filled the empty keg aboard with water. While I was doing this I left the boat moored to an inward projection of the reef. I thrust the little boat down the beach and clambered on board her. like the captain of the ‘Ipecacuanha. heard them snarling at one another and caught the gleam of their teeth.

eating and drinking sparingly. judging that solitude and 204 of 209 . It is strange. IN the evening I started. THE MAN ALONE. slowly. and drove out to sea before a gentle wind from the southwest. Neither the captain nor the mate would believe my story. was drawn aside like some luminous curtain.The Island of Doctor Moreau XXII. hiding that low. The daylight. the trailing glory of the sun. and meditating upon all that had happened to me. and at last I looked into the blue gulf of immensity which the sunshine hides. and saw the floating hosts of the stars. steadily. and the lank spire of smoke dwindled to a finer and finer line against the hot sunset. I was alone with the night and silence. So I drifted for three days. the sky was silent. my hair a black tangle: no doubt my discoverers thought me a madman. One unclean rag was about me. but I felt no desire to return to mankind. And on the third day I was picked up by a brig from Apia to San Francisco. and the island grew smaller and smaller. The sea was silent.—not desiring very greatly then to see men again. went streaming out of the sky. The ocean rose up around me. I was only glad to be quit of the foulness of the Beast People. dark patch from my eyes.

and anyhow I can witness that for several years now a restless fear has dwelt in my mind. a strange enhancement of the uncertainty and dread I had experienced during my stay upon the island. and. I could not persuade myself that the men and women I met were not also another Beast People. and fearing their opinion might be that of others. They say that terror is a disease.— the space of a year. of the body in the canebrake. of the ambuscades of the darkness. with my return to mankind came. animals half wrought into the outward image of human souls. haunted me.— such a restless fear as a half-tamed lion cub may feel. instead of that confidence and sympathy I had expected. No one would believe me. of the two dead sailors.—to show first this bestial mark 205 of 209 . I was almost as queer to men as I had been to the Beast People. and that they would presently begin to revert. and professed to recall nothing that had happened to me between the loss of the ‘Lady Vain’ and the time when I was picked up again.The Island of Doctor Moreau danger had made me mad. I refrained from telling my adventure further. I may have caught something of the natural wildness of my companions. My trouble took the strangest form. unnatural as it seems. My memory of the Law. I had to act with the utmost circumspection to save myself from the suspicion of insanity.

though I do not expect that the terror of that island will ever altogether leave me. and a faint distrust.—none that have the calm authority of a reasonable soul. emancipated from instinct and the slaves of no fantastic Law. that presently the degradation of the Islanders will be played over again on a larger scale. a mental specialist. and seemed half to credit my story. a mere distant cloud. full of human desires and tender solicitude. perfectly reasonable creatures. and very 206 of 209 .—and he has helped me mightily. others dull or dangerous.— a man who had known Moreau. their inquiries and assistance. I see faces. and long to be away from them and alone. and can escape thither when this shadow is over my soul. others. Yet I shrink from them. For that reason I live near the broad free downland. and I go in fear. Then I look about me at my fellow-men. At most times it lies far in the back of my mind. a memory. that these seeming men and women about me are indeed men and women. I know this is an illusion. keen and bright.— beings altogether different from the Beast Folk. insincere. but there are times when the little cloud spreads until it obscures the whole sky.—men and women for ever. But I have confided my case to a strangely able man. unsteady. I feel as though the animal was surging up through them.The Island of Doctor Moreau and then that. from their curious glances.

Then I would turn aside into some chapel. pass murmuring to themselves. they seemed no more my fellowcreatures than dead bodies would be. such was my disturbance. bent and dull. a ragged tail of gibing children. so that I did not dare to travel unless I was assured of being alone. I would go out into the streets to fight with my delusion. Particularly nauseous were the blank. and edit PDF.eBook brought to you by The Island of Doctor Moreau Create. and there the intent faces over the books seemed but patient creatures waiting for prey. craving men glance jealously at me. When I lived in London the horror was well-nigh insupportable.’ even as the Ape-man had done. all unheeding. like wounded deer dripping blood. old people. view. and. furtive. and prowling women would mew after me. locked doors were flimsy safeguards. pale workers go coughing by me with tired eyes and eager paces. And even it seemed that I too was not a reasonable creature. Download the free trial version. it seemed that the preacher gibbered ‘Big Thinks. I could not get away from men: their voices came through windows. under the wind-swept sky. but only an animal tormented with some strange disorder in its 207 of 209 . or into some library. expressionless faces of people in trains and omnibuses. weary. sweet is the empty downland then.—and even there.

The Island of Doctor Moreau brain which sent it to wander alone. NOTE. 1895. The substance of the chapter entitled ‘Doctor Moreau explains. This is a mood. and spend my days surrounded by wise books. my story ends. lit by the shining souls of men. EDWARD PRENDICK. I thank God. I have withdrawn myself from the confusion of cities and multitudes. however. and not in the daily cares and sins and troubles of men. and have but a small household. I hope. in the vast and eternal laws of matter. that comes to me now. in hope and solitude. And so. that whatever is more than animal within us must find its solace and its hope. I think. and I spend many of the clear nights in the study of astronomy.’ which contains the essential idea of the story. I see few strangers. more rarely. There it must be. or I could not live. There is—though I do not know how there is or why there is—a sense of infinite peace and protection in the glittering hosts of heaven. My days I devote to reading and to experiments in chemistry. appeared as a middle article in the ‘Saturday Review’ in January.— bright windows in this life of ours. This is the only 208 of 209 . like a sheep stricken with gid.

and it has been entirely recast to adapt it to the narrative form. 209 of 209 .The Island of Doctor Moreau portion of this story that has been previously published.