When I thought of this it was a tragic moment for me, I can tell you. Toward morning when a dingy gray was varnishing the sky, the cry of some startled bird focused Rainsford's attention in that direction. I'm really not feeling well. He was a tall man past middle age, for his hair was a vivid white; but his thick eyebrows and pointed military mustache were as black as the night from which Rainsford had come. He filled Rainsford's glass with venerable Chablis from a dusty bottle. When I was only five years old he gave me a little gun, specially made in Moscow for me, to shoot sparrows with.
Sometimes I think evil is a tangible thing--with wave lengths, just as sound and light have. Rainsford had fought his way through the bush for two hours. Rainsford, invariably they choose the hunt. Dusk came, then darkness, and still he pressed on. Great Guns, General Zaroff, what you speak of is murder. After a brief moment of panic, Rainsford rallies and decides to swim toward the source of the gunshots. My name is Sanger Rainsford of New York City.
The lights from the windows sent a flickering illumination that made grotesque patterns on the courtyard below, and Rainsford could see moving about there a dozen or so huge black shapes; as they turned toward him, their eyes glittered greenly. I loved Lazarus; he was the finest hound in my pack. Sometimes, when Providence is not so kind, I help Providence a bit. Didn't you notice that the crew's nerves seemed a bit jumpy today? Hunting at night is so much more exciting than by day, don't you think? They had come from the right, and doggedly he swam in that direction, swimming with slow, deliberate strokes, conserving his strength. They discuss the ability of an animal to understand a hunt.
I suppose the first three shots I heard was when the hunter flushed his quarry and wounded it. Why had he turned back? He wrestled himself out of his clothes and shouted with all his power. Following the trail with the sureness of a bloodhound came General Zaroff. He is greeted at the door by a large man wielding a gun. The animal had nothing but his legs and his instinct. He was a very rich man with a quarter of a million acres in the Crimea, and he was an ardent sportsman.
It's clear that the brute put up a fight. He elects to follow them. Rainsford froze there, every muscle tensed for a spring. This is a most-restful spot. Rainsford's eyes saw only blackness, and then, as the general pressed a button, far out to sea Rainsford saw the flash of lights. Another man was coming down the broad marble steps, an erect, slender man in evening clothes.
The deplorable part of it was that Lazarus followed him. He could stay where he was and wait. They get plenty of good food and exercise. You see, I read all books on hunting published in English, French, and Russian. We were drawing near the island then. Rainsford did not want to believe what his reason told him was true, but the truth was as evident as the sun that had by now pushed through the morning mists.
Then he switched on the light. Even so zealous a hunter as General Zaroff could not trace him there, he told himself; only the devil himself could follow that complicated trail through the jungle after dark. Hunting was beginning to bore me! It's like moist black velvet. I am going now to have my wound dressed; it's only a slight one. GradeSaver, 30 April 2012 Web.
Once he thought he heard stealthy steps in the corridor outside his room. Rainsford panics and is subject to a few other encounters with Zaroff. If my quarry eludes me for three whole days, he wins the game. The Cape buffalo is not the most dangerous big game. Will you come with me to the library? For a seemingly endless time he fought the sea. He had not been entirely clearheaded when the chateau gates snapped shut behind him.