Heu-Heu, or The monsterHaggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
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Heu-Heu, or The monster
Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider)
Adventure stories; Monsters -- Fiction; Quatermain, Allan (Fictitious character) -- Fiction; South Africa -- Fiction
The canoe was steered over towards the left bank and driven forward at
great speed with all the strength of the rowers. Now in the space of
open water, upon which the light began to shine more strongly, I saw a
beast-like, bearded head that yet undoubtedly was human, yellow-eyed,
thick-lipped, with strong, gleaming teeth, coming towards us at the
speed of a very strong swimmer, for it had entered the water above us
and was travelling down-stream. It reached us, lifted up a powerful arm
that was completely covered with brown hair like to that of a monkey,
caught hold of the gunwale of the boat just opposite to where I sat,
and reared its shoulders out of the water, thereby showing me that its
great body was for the most part also covered with long hair.
Now its other hand was also on the gunwale, and it stood in the water,
resting on its arms, the hideous head so close to me that its stinking
breath blew into my face. Yes, there it stood and jabbered at me. I
confess that I was terrified who never before had seen a creature like
this. Still, for a while I sat quiet.
Then of a sudden I felt that I could bear no more, who believed that
the brute was about to get into the boat, or perhaps to drag me out of
it. I lost control of myself, and drawing my heavy hunting-knife—the
one you see on the wall there, friends—I struck at the hand that was
nearest. The blow fell upon the fingers and cut one of them right off
so that it fell into the canoe. With an appalling yell the man or beast
let go and plunged into the water, where I saw him waving his bleeding
hand above his head.
Issicore began to say something to me in frightened tones, but just
then Hans ejaculated,
“_Allemaghter!_ here’s another!” and a second huge head
and body reared itself up, this time on his side.
“Do nothing!” I heard Issicore exclaim. But the appearance of the
creature was too much for Hans, who drew his revolver and fired two
shots in rapid succession into its body. It also tumbled back into the
water, where it began to wallow, screaming, but in a thinner voice. I
thought, and rightly, that it must be a female.
Before the echo of the shots had died away there rose another hideous
chorus of _Heu-Heus_ and other cries, all of them savage and terrible.
From both banks more of the creatures precipitated themselves into the
water, but luckily not to attack us because they were too much occupied
with the plight of their companion. They congregated round her and
dragged her to the shore. Yes, I saw them lift the body out of the
stream, for by this time I was sure from its hanging arms and legs that
it was dead, an act which showed me that although they had the shape
and the covering of beasts, in fact they were human.
“Elephants will do as much,” interrupted Curtis.
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