The Raymer enterprise., 1918-05-23

ume. And Cl0uts, too. They sor.
Of edged us In here. We were afraid
you were dead"
"They gave us little longer res
pite," answered Donald. "Davies, am
/ mad or dreaming. or are we breath.
Ing under waterf'
III you're dreaming. then Clouts
and l are too" said the little MILDLY.
Hello! There Clouts goes again
I've tried to keep him resigned, but
he gets frantic occasionally"
With a sudden howl that seemed to
rise from the. depths Of an outraged
nature, Clouts. lowering his head,
rushed like batterlng ram into the
doorway. The watchers saw him re.
coil as If he had butted feather bed.
He looked up. rubbed his head In per-
plexity. and then, retiring q few
PAGES, repeated his experiment more
furiously than before.
Again he was hurled back, as a ball
rebounds from the cushion OF a bill.
Hard table. The monsters bodies
blocked the entrance as effectively
as II they were OF rubber.
Slowly Sam Clouts withdrew, look.
Ing back with puzzled expression.
Meanwhile the three glanced about.
They were In huge natural cave,
In which the sea monsters had eyi.
IDENTIFY been at work. for the interior
was coated with mud, hardened In
some peculiar manner to resist the
water. And yet Donald had the same
impression Of a beehive. There was
something Of sameness everywhere,
the same sense Of automatism.
1t was quite bare, except at one
end, where arose mud mound, deco
rated with seashells, and upon this
was what looked like the upright
skeleton Of small mammal.
Look" exclaimed Donald.
'It came from-from behind the
curtain!" said Davies 10 awe. Don.
Md. the air was thicker some.
| INNS AetpS Ioiiiuk uuCh
They looked at each other, still un.
convinced that they were awake and
alive. Then they went toward the OBJ.
ject at the end.
Sam Clouts, who had preceded
them, fell back with an exclamation
of horror.
"Yes, Cloutsf said Donald.
II beg your pardon. sir. but don't
you see that It's meant to be q per-
son. sirr'
He spoke the truth. The figure was
rough pile Of bones, but high above
them grinning human face. made Of
the same plastered mud. looked down.
1t was the first sign Of conscious
process among the monsters, and
some devil craftsman had contrived
TO catch, not so much the form as the
hnmanness o. II.
II was upon larger scale, precisely
such a figure as a child or a savage
might have made In Its first efforts to
reproduce the human figure. There
were even the dawnings Of art In the
shape Of whales ear-bones, strung,
braceletwise, across the breast.
The mound beneath the figure con.
sisted Of innumerable bones, a sort Of
kitchen hidden such as Neollthlc man
left behind him as testimony to bis
oyster feasts.
Davies picked up one Of the bones
and looked at 1t lntently.
Donald" he said softly, not to at.
tract the attention Of Ida, who seated
on the floor against the mound, seemed
on the point Of falling asleep from
WEAKNESS. He held out the bone.
Both looked at II. II was the bone
Of filpper heel. The monsters were
cannibal, beyond any doubt.
"Davles" cried Donald. a moment
later. Don't you see what that figure
is? It's an idol. And the bones are
those Of creatures Of their own spe-
cies, and others, sacrificed to 1t by the
monsters In their abominable, feasts.
It's the first dawnings OF self-con.
sciousness, the awakening Of the re-
ligious perceptions!"
There could be no other interpre-
tation. They looked at each other In
horror and something OF awe.
The thing had been fashioned per-
haps, after an ideal never seen, or per-
chance some forgotten ancestor. cast
up on an inhabited shore. had seen
man and returned, to embody him In
his remembered guise.
So these half.blind and voiceless
devils Of the sea were cropping slowly
upward, as our ancestors had done
many hundred thousand years ago,
toward hope and endeavor. The Spirit
Of God stirred In the dull souls Of
these cannibal monsters. as every
where.
Donald felt somehow immensely
elated at the thought. Even here they
were not cut of from the sheltering
hand OF Providence.
Look. sir" Clouts exclaimed sud.
denly.
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