It was first explained to me that the spirit of her whom I had rescued
so unsuccessfully was now guiding the expedition, and I was asked to put
my mind at her disposal, so that I might see the creatures against which
we were operating. On doing this, I received a vision of a forest path,
on which three of them were walking in single file. They were about
three feet in height, and in appearance they seemed to me such
caricatures of humanity as might be the outcome of a nightmare dream. In
colour they were a bright worm-pink, and of a surface which was
repulsive beyond the resource of any word we have to describe it. Their
heads were bald, but of a darker colour than their bodies and limbs.
Their eyes moved continuously with an alert and restless malignity.
Their lips--or rather the orifice of their mouths--elongated into a
narrow tube about twelve inches long, through which they could take
nourishment by suction only. Through these tubes they could make
whistling sounds, by which they communicated with one another. They
could stand easily on their legs if sight or reach required it, but
squatting was their more natural posture. Each of them carried some kind
of rope or cord in considerable quantity.
There was a fourth that followed, of the same form and colour, but of
more than twice the size, and of a ferocity more brutal, though not more
malevolent, than that of those who preceded him. He carried a powerful
bow of dark wood, bent for use, and with a shaft ready for the cord.
It was conveyed to me that these were not adult and young of the
species, but that the archer was of an exceptional growth, of which they
had two or three only in each generation.
In the vision, I could hear plainly that others of their kind were
whistling to them through the trees, to whom they replied with notes of
rising excitement. Soon I perceived that one of the frog-mouthed apes
that I had already encountered was being driven towards the party that I
watched. I understood that it had been separated from its companions,
and headed off from the safety of its native rocks. It now came bounding
in a heavy bewildered terror toward the waiting archer.
Remembering how my own axe had cut through the throat of one of these
creatures without apparently disturbing its equanimity, I was curious to
see how a shaft could discommode it. I soon learnt. The hunted creature
saw its new foes, and turned sideways. As it did so, it crossed the bole
of a giant tree, and at the instant the archer wrenched the bow back to
his ear, and the shaft flew. It drove through its victim’s neck, and
deep into the trunk behind it. Before the shaft had ceased to quiver,
the three that bore the ropes leapt forward and were twining them round
the now struggling victim, binding it first to the trunk, and then,
heedless of the gnashing teeth above the fastened neck, till every limb
was useless.
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