kept coming closer, dim figures of horror in the green moonlight, huge and impregnable, towering over the little group of humans who shouted and cursed and fired impotently.
One man, half maddened, even ran forward, waving his bayonet, and was gathered gently up by two of those big arms as a child might be picked up by its parent.
A thrill of wavering ran down the line; one or two threw away their rifles, when suddenly, right at their feet, one of the monsters collapsed. There was a chorus of whistling and they moved backward, apparently without turning, as rapidly and silently as they had come. . .
A feeble cheer rose from the Senegalese, a cheer that was silenced instantly, for a glance revealed that half the hastily formed line was missing, the men gone as completely as though they had never been.
Weyl was aware that he had been clicking an empty pistol, that his throat was dry, that Duperret sat at his feet, his face in his hands, seemingly without power of motion. Senegalese
A surprisingly enjoyable mindless novella of a mysterious creature in the jungles of Madagascar that seems to be grabbing and eating people. Some nice national stereotypes behave stereotypically. The monsters are pleasingly impossible and the ending implausible.
The author creates a good atmosphere of turn-of-the-last-century can-do imperialism.
Imagine if you will, an infestation of flying jungle Octopi. If you can, you have a better imagination than me.
(1928) Sci-fi (Monster) / Short story / Adventure
R: * * *
Fans of 1950's B-movies such as "Tarantula" and "Them!" will
get a kick out of this pulp adventure story. The island of Madagascar is being attacked by giant killer octopi that have the ability to walk on land for short periods of time. Will the heroes be able to defeat them before they take over the world? Mindless fun.