Graham's Magazine, Vol. XVIII, No. 4, April 1841Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XVIII, No. 4, April 1841
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
The sailor, in the meantime, was both rejoiced and perplexed. He had
strong hopes of now recapturing the ape, as it could scarcely escape
from the trap into which it had ventured, except by the rod, where it
might be intercepted as it came down. On the other hand, there was much
cause for anxiety as to what the brute might do in the house. This
latter reflection urged the man still to follow the fugitive. A
lightning rod is ascended without difficulty, especially by a sailor;
but, when he had arrived as high as the window, which lay far to his
left, his career was stopped; the most that he could accomplish was to
reach over so as to obtain a glimpse of the interior of the room. At
this glimpse he nearly fell from his hold through excess of horror. Now
it was that those hideous shrieks arose upon the night, which had
startled from slumber the inmates of the Rue Morgue. Madame L’Espanaye
and her daughter, habited in their night clothes, had apparently been
occupied in arranging some papers in the iron chest already mentioned,
which had been wheeled into the middle of the room. It was open, and its
contents lay beside it on the floor. Their backs must have been towards
the window; and, by the time elapsing between the screams and the
ingress of the ape, it seems probable that he was not immediately
perceived. The flapping-to of the shutter they would naturally have
attributed to the wind.
As the sailor looked in, the gigantic beast had seized Madame L’Espanaye
by the hair, (which was loose, as she had been combing it,) and was
flourishing the razor about her face, in imitation of the motions of a
barber. The daughter lay prostrate and motionless; she had swooned. The
screams and struggles of the old lady (during which the hair was torn
from her head) had the effect of changing the probably pacific purposes
of the Ourang-Outang into those of ungovernable wrath. With one
determined sweep of his muscular arm he nearly severed her head from her
body. The sight of blood inflamed his anger into phrenzy. Gnashing his
teeth, and flashing fire from his eyes, he flew upon the body of the
girl, and imbedded his fearful talons in her throat, retaining his grasp
until she expired. His wandering and wild glances fell at this moment
upon the head of the bed, over which those of his master, glazed in
horror, were just discernible. The fury of the beast, who no doubt bore
still in mind the dreaded whip, was instantly converted into dread.
Conscious of having deserved punishment, he seemed desirous to conceal
his bloody deeds, and skipped about the chamber in an apparent agony of
nervous agitation, throwing down and breaking the furniture as he moved,
and dragging the bed from the bedstead. In conclusion, he seized first
the corpse of the daughter, and thrust it up the chimney, as it was
found; then that of the old lady, with which he rushed to the window,
precipitating it immediately therefrom.
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