The Island of Doctor Moreau HTML version
SCARCELY six weeks passed before I had lost every feeling but dislike and abhorrence
for this infamous experiment of Moreau's. My one idea was to get away from these
horrible caricatures of my Maker's image, back to the sweet and wholesome intercourse
of men. My fellow-creatures, from whom I was thus separated, began to assume idyllic
virtue and beauty in my memory. My first friendship with Montgomery did not increase.
His long separation from humanity, his secret vice of drunkenness, his evident sympathy
with the Beast People, tainted him to me. Several times I let him go alone among them. I
avoided intercourse with them in every possible way. I spent an increasing proportion of
my time upon the beach, looking for some liberating sail that never appeared,--until one
day there fell upon us an appalling disaster, which put an altogether different aspect upon
my strange surroundings.
It was about seven or eight weeks after my landing,--rather more, I think, though I had
not troubled to keep account of the time,-- when this catastrophe occurred. It happened in
the early morning-- I should think about six. I had risen and breakfasted early, having
been aroused by the noise of three Beast Men carrying wood into the enclosure.
After breakfast I went to the open gateway of the enclosure, and stood there smoking a
cigarette and enjoying the freshness of the early morning. Moreau presently came round
the corner of the enclosure and greeted me. He passed by me, and I heard him behind me
unlock and enter his laboratory. So indurated was I at that time to the abomination of the
place, that I heard without a touch of emotion the puma victim begin another day of
torture. It met its persecutor with a shriek, almost exactly like that of an angry virago.
Then suddenly something happened,--I do not know what, to this day. I heard a short,
sharp cry behind me, a fall, and turning saw an awful face rushing upon me,--not human,
not animal, but hellish, brown, seamed with red branching scars, red drops starting out
upon it, and the lidless eyes ablaze. I threw up my arm to defend myself from the blow
that flung me headlong with a broken forearm; and the great monster, swathed in lint and
with red-stained bandages fluttering about it, leapt over me and passed. I rolled over and
over down the beach, tried to sit up, and collapsed upon my broken arm. Then Moreau
appeared, his massive white face all the more terrible for the blood that trickled from his
forehead. He carried a revolver in one hand. He scarcely glanced at me, but rushed off at
once in pursuit of the puma.
I tried the other arm and sat up. The muffled figure in front ran in great striding leaps
along the beach, and Moreau followed her. She turned her head and saw him, then
doubling abruptly made for the bushes. She gained upon him at every stride. I saw her
plunge into them, and Moreau, running slantingly to intercept her, fired and missed as she
disappeared. Then he too vanished in the green confusion. I stared after them, and then
the pain in my arm flamed up, and with a groan I staggered to my feet. Montgomery
appeared in the doorway, dressed, and with his revolver in his hand.