I had come in, casting a dead fawn down from my shoulder....

Hildreth came forward ... it was plainly she ... though with fine red

hair like down on her legs....

"But your name is Naa ... my name is Kaa, the hunter, the slayer of

good, red meat."

"Johnnie, do you really see that,--_all_ that!"

She was enthralled like a child, as I described the landscape that lay,

spread immense, beneath us ... and the wide ocean, great and blue, that

tossed to the east.

Though I was genuinely possessed by this strange vision, though it was

no make-believe, I could not help injecting a little Kansas horse-play

into it....

I sank my teeth in "Naa's" shoulder, till she cried aloud. I seized her

by the hair and dragged her till she lay prone on the floor.

I stood over her, making guttural noises, which I did so realistically

that it made shivers run up and down my back while doing it....

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