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He also babbled incoherently of his mother, of sunny Southern California, and a home among the orange groves and flowers. HE ALSO BABBLED INCOHERENTLY OF HIS MOTHER OF SUNNY SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA AND A HOME AMONG THE ORANGE GROVES AND FLOWERS
an was aware of a warm trickle in his throat. It was not pleasant. It was like molten lead being forced into his stomach, and it was forced by his will alone. Later the man rolled over on his back and slept. * * * * * There were some members of a scientific expedition on the whale-ship _Bedford_. From the deck they remarked a strange object on the shore. It was moving down the beach toward the water. They were unable to classify it, and, being scientific men, they climbed into the whale-boat alongside and went ashore to see. And they saw something that was alive but which could hardly be called a man. It was blind, unconscious. It squirmed along the ground like some monstrous worm. Most of its efforts were ineffectual, but it was persistent, and it writhed and twisted and went ahead perhaps a score of feet an hour. * * * * * Three weeks afterward the man lay in a bunk on the whale-ship _Bedford_, and with tears streaming down his wasted cheeks told who he was and what he had undergone. WAS FULL OF HAIR AT THE END OF HALF AN HOUR THE MAN WAS AWARE OF A WARM TRICKLE IN HIS THROAT IT WAS NOT PLEASANT IT WAS LIKE MOLTEN LEAD BEING FORCED INTO HIS STOMACH AND IT WAS FORCED BY WILL ALONE LATER THE MAN ROLLED OVER ON HIS BACK AND SLEPT THERE WERE SOME MEMBERS OF A SCIENTIFIC EXPEDITION ON THE WHALE SHIP BEDFORD FROM THE DECK THEY REMARKED A STRANGE OBJECT ON THE SHORE IT WAS MOVING DOWN THE BEACH TOWARD THE WATER THEY WERE UNABLE TO CLASSIFY IT AND BEING SCIENTIFIC MEN THEY CLIMBED INTO THE WHALE BOAT ALONGSIDE AND WENT ASHORE TO SEE AND THEY SAW SOMETHING THAT WAS ALIVE BUT WHICH COULD HARDLY BE CALLED A MAN IT WAS BLIND UNCONSCIOUS IT SQUIRMED ALONG THE GROUND LIKE SOME MONSTROUS WORM MOST OF ITS EFFORTS WERE INEFFECTUAL BUT IT WAS PERSISTENT AND IT WRITHED AND TWISTED AND WENT AHEAD PERHAPS A SCORE OF FEET AN HOUR THREE WEEKS AFTERWARD THE MAN LAY IN A BUNK ON THE WHALE SHIP BEDFORD AND WITH TEARS STREAMING DOWN HIS WASTED CHEEKS TOLD WHO HE WAS AND WHAT HE HAD UNDERGONE
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