It seemed to me rather a pretty little creature; and as Montgomery stated that it never destroyed the turf by burrowing, and was very cleanly in its habits, I should imagine it might prove a convenient substitute for the common rabbit in gentlemen’s parks.

We also saw on our way the trunk of a tree barked in long strips and splintered deeply. Montgomery called my attention to this. “Not to claw bark of trees, that is the law,” he said. “Much some of them care for it!” It was after this, I think, that we met the satyr and the ape-man. The satyr was a gleam of classical memory on the part of Moreau⁠—his face ovine in expression, like the coarser Hebrew type; his voice a harsh bleat, his nether extremities Satanic. He was gnawing the husk of a pod-like fruit as he passed us. Both of them saluted Montgomery.

“Hail,” said they, “to the other with the whip!”

“There’s a third with a whip now,” said Montgomery. “So you’d better mind!”