I burrowed deeply into the softness of the moss, and feared and
wondered. But the present comfort was very great, and I reflected that I
had not been hurt, and that for such strength so to lift me meant that I
had been picked up very gently.
I think I should have slept, had he not lifted the basket from his
shoulders, and lowered it to the ground, closing the top, which drew in
with a short thong, as he did so.
For a few moments I lay still, and then wriggled through the moss till I
could see out of the opening, which was wide enough for a considerable
view, though not sufficient for me to escape.
I saw that we were in a cavity, like that in which I had rested
previously.
There were the same furnishings, and on the wall-tablet the giant was
painting a fourth mark, below three which were there already.
He had taken off his belt, and thrown it into a corner, with the six
captives still fastened to it.
He now pulled one of them off, and taking it between thumb and finger,
shredded the four limbs. While he did this, the creature made no sound,
but the wide jaws snapped continually.
Laying down the limbless body, he proceeded to peel and eat the limbs as
one might shred off the skin of a banana. They did not bleed, the flesh
being like a stiff jelly, of a bright-red colour, and veined with a
gristly white substance, giving an appearance like the flesh of a
pomegranate.
Hideous as these creatures were, it shocked me to see this callous
tearing of one that still lived, apparently with undiminished vitality;
but the eater’s face, as I now saw it, had no suggestion of savagery.
Rather it was melancholy and preoccupied, and as he ate he talked
continually to himself in a plaintive monotone, though with an organ
volume.
I reflected that men who are otherwise humane will swallow a living
oyster, of the skinning of eels, of the fish that are boiled alive in
Indian kettles, and of a hundred cruelties to which custom has inured
mankind, and thought I understood, however incompletely,--which, of
course, I did not.
The limbs being gone, he picked up the trunk, and, twisting off the
gnashing head, he threw it down and proceeded to complete his meal. Such
offal as there was,--it was unlike that of any creature familiar to
me,--he collected neatly, with the peeled skin, and the severed head,
and opening the bag in which I lay, threw them in with me. I realised
afterwards that it was for the orderly deposit of such refuse, among the
aromatic moss, that he carried it with him.
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