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It
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It wasn’t the noise it made so much as the fact that it could make any noise at all…. Shut your mouth tight and hum on the letter m-mmmmmmm–that’s it exactly. Only It’s was ten times as loud, and vibrating. The vibrations shook me where I stood.

With the wind right, that humming must have carried a mile out to sea; and that’s how it had gotten about that there was a god loose on Prana Beach. It was an It-god, the niggers all agreed. You’ll have seen ’em carved on paddles–shanks of a man, bust of a woman, nose of a snapping-turtle, and mouth round like the letter O. But the Prana Beach one didn’t show itself that first night. It hummed awhile–m-m-m-m-m–oh, for maybe a minute–stopped and began again–jumped a major fifth, held it till it must have been half burst for breath, and then went down the scale an octave, hitting every note in the middle, and giving the effect of one damned soul meeting another out in eternity and yelling for pure joy and malice. The finish was a whoop on the low note so loud that it lifted my hair. Then the howl was cut off as sharp and neat and sudden as I’ve seen a Chinaman’s head struck from his body by the executioner at Canton–Big Wan–ever seen him work? Very pretty. Got to perfection what golfers call “the follow through.”

Yes. I sauntered into the nearest grove, whistling “Yankee Doodle,” lighted a fire, cooked supper, and turned in for the night. Not!… I took to the woods all right, but on my stomach. And I curled up so tight that my knees touched my chin. Ever try it? It’s the nearest thing to having some one with you, when you’re cold and alone. Adam must have had a hard-shell back and a soft-shell stomach, like an armadillo–how does it run?–“dillowing in his armor.” Because in moments of real or imaginary danger it’s the first instinct of Adam’s sons to curl up, and of Eve’s daughters. Ever touch a Straits Settlement Jewess on the back of the hand with a lighted cigarette?…

As I’m telling you, I curled up good and tight, head and knees on the grub sack, Colt and dynamite handy, hair standing perfectly straight up, rope round me on the ground in a circle–I had a damn-fool notion that It mightn’t be allowed to cross knotted ropes, and I shook with chills and nightmares and cramps. I could only lie on my left side, for the boils on my right. I couldn’t keep my teeth quiet. I couldn’t do anything that a Christian ought to do, with a heathen It-god strolling around. Yes, … the thing came out on the beach, in full view of where I was, but I couldn’t see it, because of the pitch dark. It came out, and made noises with its feet in the sand–up and down–up and down–scrunch–scrunch–something like a man walking, and not in a hurry. Something like it, but not exactly. The It’s feet (they have seven toes according to the nigger paddles) didn’t touch the ground as often as a man’s would have done in walking the distance. There’d be one scrunch and then quite a long pause before the next. It sounded like a very, very big man, taking the very longest steps he could. But there wasn’t any more mouth work. And for that I’m still offering up prayers of thanksgiving; for, if–say when it was just opposite where I lay, and not fifty yards off–it had let off anything sudden and loud, I’d have been killed as dead as by a stroke of lightning.

Well, I was just going to break, when day did. Broke so sweet, and calm, and pretty; all pink landward over the black jungle, all smooth and baby-blue out to sea. Till the sun showed, there was a land breeze–not really a breeze, just a stir, a cool quiet moving of spicy smells from one place to another–nothing more than that. Then the sea breeze rose and swept the sky and ocean till they were one and the same blue, the blue that comes highest at Tiffany’s; and little puffs of shore birds came in on the breeze and began to run up and down on the beach, jabbing their bills into the damp sand and flapping their little wings. It was like Eden–Eden-by-the-Sea–I wouldn’t have been surprised if Eve had come out of the woods yawning and stretching herself. And I wouldn’t have cared–if I’d been shaved.