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The Island of Doctor Moreau. INTRODUCTION. ON February the First , the Lady Vain was lost by collision with a derelict when about the latitude 1' S. Free kindle book and epub digitized and proofread by Project Gutenberg. The Island of. Doctor Moreau. H. G. Wells. Text derived from the edition published by The Sun Dial Library Garden City Publishing Company, Inc. Garden .
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Moreau , Modern Library in English. I think. After the first day we said little to one another. The laugh caught me suddenly like a thing from without. I crawled along the boat to them. They grappled together and almost stood up. I remember laughing at that.
I stood out against it with all my might. I remember how my head swayed with the seas. She kept tacking to and fro in a widening compass.
I was dead. For an endless period. Moreau I lay across one of the thwarts for I know not how long. I lay with my head on the thwart watching the schooner she was a little ship. It never entered my head to attempt to attract attention. I fancy I recollect some stuff being poured in between my teeth. And even as I lay there I saw. I also had a disconnected impression of a dark face. My mind must have been wandering.
I could not recollect how I had got there. The silly ass who owns her. It tasted like blood. He repeated his question. I guess. Then just overhead came a sound like an iron bedstead being knocked about. At the same time the man spoke. A youngish man with flaxen hair. He had watery grey eyes. Then another voice. Wells II. You know the kind of man. He must have seen the question in my face. I never asked where she came from in the beginning. For a minute we stared at each other without speaking.
How jolly it all used to be! But I made a young ass of myself. I did my Biology at University College. The matter sounded as though it ended in blows. But I must look up that ass of a cook. What a shop that was! He cion in his eyes. He suddenly left the cabin. Edward Prendick. Then he shouted at the dogs.
He told me some anecdotes. I was distracted now by the yelping of a number of dogs. Damn that howling! Moreau now. But go on! Wells called after him.
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. I judged the schooner was running before the wind. He told me casually that the captain was three-parts drunk in his own cabin. I had the discretion to ask no more.
Montgomery—that was the name of the flaxen-haired man—came in again as I so wilfully stupid of a sudden that it came into my head that he desired to avoid my questions. He said the ship was bound to Hawaii. So far as I know. They were rather loose for me. He lent me some duck things of his own.
I began asking him some questions about the destination of the ship. As I assumed the clothes. He came back again with the boiled mutton. He turned with animal swiftness. FA you get out of the way? He was standing on the ladder with his back to us. I had never beheld such a repulsive and extraordinary face before. The facial part projected.
I had paused half way through the hatchway. He was dressed in dark-blue serge. It was a singularly deformed one. I went on up the companion. Moreau III. I could see. Montgomery stayed at the foot for a moment. His eyes were blood-shot at the edges. In some indefinable way the black face thus flashed upon me shocked me profoundly. There was a curious glow of excitement in his face. He was. I heard the unseen dogs growl furiously. Suddenly we heard a yelp and a volley of furious blasphemy from the companion hatchway.
Farther under the starboard bulwark were some big hutches containing a number of rabbits. Wells aboard. Certainly I never beheld a deck so dirty. It was littered with scraps of carrot.
I was already half prepared by the sounds I had heard for what I saw. Yet how one could have set eyes on so singular a face and yet have forgotten the precise occasion. He was immediately followed by a heavy red-haired man in a white cap. The only human being on deck was a gaunt and silent sailor at the wheel. The dogs were muzzled by leather straps. Does the captain think he is going to sell them somewhere in the and indescribable filth. The sky was clear.
The patched and dirty spankers were tense before the wind. I turned and surveyed the unsavoury length of the ship. The black hesitated before them. Fastened by chains to the mainmast were a number of grisly staghounds. We went past the steersman to the taffrail. At the sight of the former the staghounds. I think Montgomery might have left him then. Montgomery gave an angry exclamation. The sailors forward shouted. The red-haired man gave a yawp of exultation and stood staggering.
Montgomery had started forward. He has been hazed ever since he came aboard. No one attempted to help him. The captain came half round. There was a quick dance of their lithe grey-figured bodies over the clumsy. A couple of sailors appeared on the forecastle. The black-faced man scrambled up and staggered forward. The red-haired man laughed a satisfied laugh. Moreau The poor devil went down like a felled ox. So soon as the second man had appeared. It was lucky for him that they were muzzled.
He suddenly turned and staggered towards the side. The brutes did their best to worry him. I was glad to avert what was uncommonly near Look at it now! But the captain meant to quarrel now. Wells For a minute. Cut out his blasted insides! Who are you. What the devil—want beasts for on an island like that? I saw the latter take a step forward.
Do you think that excuses his assaulting his came aboard. Do you think the whole damned ship belongs to you?
I tell you. The captain began some abuse even fouler than the last. I never bargained to carry a mad devil and a silly Sawbones. With that I brought the downpour on myself.
I could see that Montgomery had one of those slow. He raised his voice. I bargained to take a man and his attendant to and from Arica. Nor you either! He took not the slightest notice of either of us. I did not press him. The captain was not on deck when it was sighted.
It struck me too that the men regarded my companion and his animals in a singularly unfriendly manner. After he had vented his wrath on me he had staggered below. I found Montgomery very reticent about his purpose with these creatures. He was the gaunt. Montgomery intimated that was his destination.
I found some of it hard to endure. Apparently he was in an evil temper with Montgomery. We dined with him in a sulky silence. A AT a scuffle. It was too far to see any details.
The mate practically assumed the command. An almost vertical streak of smoke went up from it into the sky. We remained talking on the quarter deck until the sky was the ship. He reminded me of it with considerable vigour. What did he want with the beasts? These circumstances threw a haze of mystery round the man.
He spoke like a man who had loved his life there. He talked to me of London in a tone of half-painful reminiscence. Towards midnight our talk of London died away. They laid hold of my imagination. Wells thick with stars. Montgomery produced some cigars. Even had it been under commonplace circumstances. I was bored and wanted something to do.
To-morrow he would drop over the side. I dreamily over the silent. This man. All the time the strangeness of him was shaping itself in my mind. The puma lay crouched together. Except for an occasional sound in the yellow-lit forecastle and a movement of the animals now and then.
It was the atmosphere for sentiment. You had the need. Then I looked out at the darkling sea.
I did not know then that a reddish luminosity. Why am I here now. I felt I had him at a disadvantage. Then the effect passed as it had come. I have an imagination. I shrugged my shoulders and turned away. Simply because eleven years ago—I lost my head for ten minutes on a foggy night.
It may seem a little thing to you. An uncouth black figure of a man. It looked over its shoulder quickly with my movement. The thing came to me as stark inhumanity. Over the taffrail leant a silent black figure. After all. The only light near us was a lantern at the wheel. That black figure with its eyes of fire struck down through all my adult thoughts and feelings. Moreau This damped my mood a little.
Presently he laughed. The waning moon rose late. Its light struck a ghostly white beam across my cabin. Then the staghounds woke. We went below. I rubbed my eyes and lay listening to the noise. That night I had some very unpleasant dreams. I awoke through an avenue of tumultuous dreams. I jumped into my clothes and went on deck. Wells V. I heard the swish of the water as the ship was suddenly brought round. Then came a sudden pattering of bare feet. The poor brute seemed horribly scared. 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.
He had the squarest and most resolute face I ever set eyes upon. Montgomery and his companion turned as he spoke. Mister Shut-up. Mister Blasted Shut-up. I turned towards Montgomery.
Then it occurred to me that it was exactly the thing I wanted. He held out his hand to the gangway by which Montgomery stood talking to a massive grey-haired man in dirty-blue flannels. Overboard you go. Mister Blasted Shut-up! He distorted his lower lip. The lost prospect of a journey as sole passenger with this quarrelsome sot was not one to mourn over.
He came round with a start. It needed no expert eye to tell that the man was still drunk. Montgomery said never a word. I did not then see the hands from the island that were receiving the packages. I felt a gust of hysterical petulance.
I could not resist an impulse to laugh at my miserable quandary. The captain went forward interfering rather than assisting. Meanwhile the sailors progressed rapidly with the task of unshipping the packages and caged animals.
Alternately I appealed to one and another of the three men. I felt all the wretcheder for the lack of a breakfast. A large launch. Presently that work was finished.
Wells Then began a curious three-cornered altercation. I even bawled entreaties to the sailors. I was hauled. Hunger and a lack of blood-corpuscles take all the manhood from a man. Even then I noticed the oddness of the brown faces of the men who were with Montgomery in the launch. So I waited passively upon fate. The hands in the launch shouted derisively. A broadening gap of green water appeared under me. Once or twice as I stood waiting there for things to accomplish themselves.
I perceived pretty clearly that I had not the stamina either to resist what the captain chose to do to expel me. Neither Montgomery nor his companion took the slightest notice of me. I crouched in the bottom of the dingey. The tears ran down my face. But as it was I suddenly began to sob and weep. I was still weak. I was empty and very faint. I drifted slowly from the schooner. In a passion of despair I struck with my fists at the water in the bottom of the boat.
I saw the schooner standing away from me. Abruptly the cruelty of this desertion became clear to me. I did not turn my head to follow her. In a kind of stupor I watched all hands take to the rigging. At first I could scarcely believe what had happened. I stared at her I had no means of reaching the land unless I should chance to drift there. I prayed aloud for God to let me die. In the end. Then I realized that I was in that little hell of mine again.
I refused to go aboard her. This individual stared fixedly at me without moving or speaking. I saw only their faces. When my eyes met his. The white-haired man I found was still regarding me steadfastly.
I drifted very slowly to the eastward. I told him the dingey was nearly swamped. There were three other men besides. She was heavily laden. The black-faced cripple was glaring at me as fixedly in the bows near the puma. From him my eyes travelled to his three men. He was a powerfully-built man. They seemed to me then to be brown men. I was jerked back as the rope tightened between the Wells VI.
For some time I was busy baling.
It was not until I had got the water under for the water in the dingey had been shipped. I looked steadily at them. I had recovered from my hysterical phase by this time and answered his hail.
He talked to Montgomery in a tone too low for me to hear. He had a large. Half way up was a square enclosure of some greyish stone. Two thatched roofs peeped from within this enclosure. We were now within the embrace of a broad bay flanked on either hand by a low promontory. At any rate. I abnormally long. He was dressed like Montgomery and his white-haired companion. It was low. As I stared at them. I found afterwards that really none were taller than myself.
They had lank black hair. This man was of a moderate size. At a word of command from Montgomery. 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. The whitehaired man. As we came still nearer. Moreau even to the fingers and feet: I have never seen men so wrapped up before. They wore turbans too. The beach was of dull-grey sand.
This dock. The white-haired man stood. I was struck especially by the curious movements of the legs of the three swathed and bandaged boatmen. May I ask what that signifies? He raised his eyebrows slightly at that. Montgomery steered us round and into a narrow little dock excavated in the beach. Then the man on the beach hastened towards us. Somewhere I had heard such a voice before. The three muffled men. Now you are our guest.
Wells in the launch sprang up. The three big fellows spoke to one another in odd guttural tones. This is a biological station—of a sort. The dogs were still snarling. Presently the white-haired man seemed to recollect my presence. I heard the bows ground in the sand. I was too faint.
The pile of things completed. Three big hutches. I promise you. I waded in with him. He clapped his hands. The brandy I did not touch. I made no ado. That captain was a silly ass.
We see a ship once in a twelve-month or so. The llama was still on the launch with bits. Moreau rested on the men in white who were busily hauling the puma. The other two men were with Montgomery. Presently Montgomery left them. His procedure with the rabbits was singular. They fell in a struggling heap one on the top of the other. No sooner was that done than he opened the door of it.
Our little establishment here contains a secret or so. I noticed then that the puma in its cage and the pile of packages had been placed outside the entrance to this quadrangle. I turned and saw that the launch had now been unloaded. I followed the llama up the beach.
He addressed Montgomery. Wells VII. His eyes grew brighter. What are we to do with him? Nothing very dreadful. The main entrance to the enclosure we passed. He called my attention to a convenient deck-chair before the window. His keys. Presently the window-frame hid him. The white-haired man produced a bundle of keys from the pocket of his greasy blue jacket. Moreau the cargo of the launch piled outside it. They were not barking.
A hammock was slung across the darker corner of the room. I could hear the rapid patter of their feet. He left the room by the outer door. After a little while I heard through the locked door the noise of the staghounds. I was very much impressed by the elaborate secrecy of these two men regarding the contents of the place. Then I heard a key inserted and turned in the lock behind me.
I found. 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. Through the window I saw one of those unaccountable Montgomery at once closed.
I followed him. This the white-haired man told me was to be my apartment. The man had pointed ears. It sent my memory back ten years. From that my thoughts went to the indefinable queerness of the deformed man on the beach.
A journalist obtained access to his laboratory in the capacity of laboratory-assistant. Was this the same Moreau? He had published some very astonishing facts in connection with the transfusion of blood. He had to leave England. Then astonishment paralysed me.
I suppose. Wells memory that I could not then recall that well-known name in its proper connection. I recalled that none of these men had spoken to me. Then suddenly his career was closed. Under his stringy black locks I saw his ear. I never saw such a gait. I followed him out with my eyes. He turned and went towards the door. That long-forgotten pamphlet came back with startling vividness to my mind. He was now dressed in white. What was wrong with them?
I had been a mere lad then. Just as I was thinking of him he came in. I could hardly repress a shuddering recoil as he came. I stared at his face without attempting to answer him.
Then I remembered distinctly all about it. I heard the puma growling through the wall. He might perhaps have purchased his social peace by abandoning his investigations. It was the antiseptic odour of the dissecting-room. Moreau erate intention of making sensational exposures. I stared before me out at the green sea.
Everything pointed to it. Yet some of his experiments. He was unmarried. It may be that he deserved to be. The doctor was simply howled out of the puma and the other animals—which had now been brought with other luggage into the enclosure behind the house— were destined. It was not the first time that conscience has turned against the methods of research.
I felt convinced that this must be the same man. It was in the silly season. It dawned upon me to what end the was nothing so horrible in vivisection as to account for this secrecy. What could it all mean? A locked enclosure on a lonely island. On the day of its publication a wretched dog. Yet surely. Montgomery said he would lunch with me. What were they like? I thought myself in luck at the time. And his eyes shine in the dark.
But the whole man is one of the strangest beings I ever set eyes on. I might have thought. I glanced askance at this strange creature. It was that infernal stuff which led to my coming here. Its depth and volume testified to the puma. Wells VIII. He stared at me for a moment. I could hardly tell the man that I thought him a liar. I found myself that the cries were singularly irritating.
I said no more. I answered him distractedly. He looked at me with his dull grey eyes. How does he strike you? He tried to draw me into a discussion about alcohol. Presently our meal came to an end. Moreau I saw Montgomery wince. He had spoken of his odd want of nerve.
They were painful at first. He seemed anxious to lay stress on the fact that I owed my life to him. You saw the captain? Made a dead set at the poor devil. Presently I got to stopping my ears with my fingers. We both are. All the time he had been in a state of ill-concealed irritation at the noise of the vivisected puma.
Then the poor brute within gave vent to a series of short. I flung aside a crib of Horace I had been reading. I had half a mind to attack him about the men on the beach. I admit. There was another outcry worse than the former. Montgomery swore under his breath. I noticed—turned the corner of the wall The crying sounded even louder out of doors. The place was a pleasant one. It was as if all the pain in the world had found a voice.
Then with a rustle a rabbit emerged. Yet had I known such pain was in the next room. On the farther side I saw through a bluish haze a tangle of trees and creepers. Wells IX. The distance I had come. But in spite of the brilliant sunlight and the green fans of the trees waving in the soothing sea-breeze.
It is when suffering finds a voice and sets our nerves quivering that this pity comes troubling us. The air was still. Here and there a splash of white or crimson marked the blooming of some trailing epiphyte. The rivulet was hidden by the luxuriant vegetation of the banks save at one point.
I paused and listened. I stepped out of the door into the slumberous heat of the late afternoon. I hesitated. I let my eyes wander over this scene for a while.
I leant forward to see him better. From this I was aroused. Forthwith he scrambled to his feet. I jumped to my feet. His legs were scarcely half the length of his body. Then suddenly upon the bank of the stream appeared Something—at first I could not distinguish what it was.
He looked up guiltily. I remained sitting up staring in the direction of his retreat. Long after he had disappeared. Why should a man go on all-fours and drink with his lips? Presently I heard an animal wailing again. The apparition of this grotesque. My drowsy tranquillity had gone. I looked around me rather nervously. He was clothed in bluish cloth.
I was startled by a noise behind me. But it was too hot to think elaborately. I could hear the suck of the water at his lips as he drank. Then I saw it was a man. For a moment I could see nothing but the waving summits of the ferns and reeds. Yet I was greatly disturbed at the apparition. It bowed its round head to the water.
I walked to the left along the slope. It seemed that grotesque ugliness was an invariable character of these islanders. Then I thought that the man I had just seen had been clothed in bluish cloth. Invisible things seemed watching me. Before me. They were naked. One was evidently a female. I suddenly turned away and thrust myself violently. I turned about and walked in a direction diametrically opposite to the sound. The thicket about me became altered to my imagination.
Wells puma. I stopped just in time to prevent myself emerging upon an open space. They were talking. I resolved to go back to the enclosure on the beach. It looked as though it had been suddenly snatched up and killed. This led me down to the stream. Here at least was one visitor to the island disposed of! There were no traces of other violence about it. I never saw such bestial-looking creatures. I was startled by a great patch of vivid scarlet on the ground. Every shadow became something more than twining vines and splashes of fungus and flowers closed in 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 began to realise the hardihood of my expedition among these unknown people.
They had fat. It was a kind of glade in the forest. I stopped aghast at the sight of the scattered blood. But that transitory gleam of the true animalism of these monsters was enough. They swayed their heads and shoulders from side to side. I noticed then the abnor- mysterious rite were human in shape.
I stood overcome by this amazing realisation and then the mal shortness of their legs. Then suddenly tra At that the others began to gibber in unison. Saliva dripped from their lipless mouths.
The three creatures engaged in this most horrible questionings came rushing into my mind.
Their eyes began to sparkle.