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than pain or death. And this forced me, I felt, one step nearer madness.
" These creatures weren't disguised men. I'd faced up to that shock-a nasty enough one, in all conscience. And then there was another one, right on-as one might say-the other side of the jaw of my reason. For this shock was just the reverse of the first. I couldn't resist the evidence of my ears as I'd tried to hold out against that of my eyes. These creatures, these birds, were talking to each other-talking about me. Of course, I couldn't understand a word. But when halfa-dozen stout old gentlemen, standing around a man on his back, look at him, point fat, flipperish hands at him, and then turn and quack at each other and then look at him and quack again-Well, then I say it's no use; the game's up: they are birds-which is bad enough-and they are discussing his disposal.
" Of course, you see what is coming, don't you? Why, after a few fell-considered-yes, I know they were-remarks, the senior and gravest of all the company turned to me again and requested-requested my co-operation. There couldn't be a doubt about that. Well, I did what you'd have done. I nodded, coughed, cleared my throat. And, believe me, after that exhibition of myself, of my superior human readiness and address, I felt I was the dumb bird. They weren't dumb by any means.
" Again they considered. Finally I felt that queer paw on my back and smelled that queer musky bird-smell, and then I was assisted to my feet. Of course, I felt extremely odd-odd beyond words. I think the air itself is odd there; through the bird-smell I could catch quite strong whiffs of sulphur and

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