Grim was a year old when her scales began to grow.
In her early youth, when she could only eat small creatures, she had
lived exclusively upon water-insects and larvae; but from now onwards
she had no respect for any flesh but that which clothed her own ribs.
She attacked any fish that was not big enough to swallow _her_, and
devoured bleak and small roach with peculiar satisfaction. Now she took
her revenge on the voracious small fry that had offended her when she
was still in an embryo state.
She had not been hatched artificially, or come into the world in a
wooden box with running water passing through it. No, the whole thing
had taken place in the most natural manner.
In the flickering sunshine of a March day, her mother, surrounded by
three equally ardent wooers, had spawned, and the eggs had dropped and
attached themselves to some tufts of grass at the edge of the lake. The
very next day, however, little fish had begun to gather about those
tufts; one day more, and there were swarms of them. Eagerly they
searched the tufts and devoured all the eggs they could find; and so
thoroughly did they go about their business, that of the thousands upon
thousands of the mother’s eggs, only two that had fallen into the heart
of a grass-stalk were left.
Out of one of these Grim had come. The sun had looked after her,
hatched her out, and taught her to seize whatever came in her way. Now
she was avenging the injuries to her tribe.
She possessed a remarkable power of placing herself, and knew how to
choose her position so as to disappear, as it were, in the water. The
stalks of the reeds threw their shadows across her body in all
directions; water-grass and drifting duck-weed veiled her; the silly
roach and other restless little fish flitted about her, sometimes so
close to her mouth that she could feel the waves made by their
tail-fins. Some would almost run right into her; but when they saw her,
then how the water flashed with starry gleams, and how quickly they all
made off!
She liked best to hide where the water-lilies floated in islands of
green, for there the treacherous shadows--her best friends--fell
clearly through the water; absorbed her, as it were, and made capture
easy for her. If she found herself discovered, she would retreat with
as little haste as possible; for that sort of thing aroused too much
attention, and created widespread disturbance in the fishy world.
If she lay on the surface, for instance, and suspected that she was
being watched from above, she became, as it were, more and more
indistinct and one with the dark water, letting herself sink
imperceptibly, at the same time beginning to work all her fins. In
ample folds they softly crept round the long stick that her body now
resembled, fringed and veiled it and bore it away.
And just as she knew how to place herself, so did she know how to
move--cautiously and discreetly.
Formerly she had measured only a finger’s length, and now she was
already about a foot long; her voraciousness had increased in a
corresponding degree. She could eat every hour of the day. She would
fill herself right up to the neck, and even have half a fish sticking
out beyond. It was quite a common sight to see a little flapping
fish-tail for which her digestive organs had not room as yet, sticking
out of her mouth like a lively tongue. She would swim about
delightedly, sucking it as a boy would suck a stick of candy.
One day she was gliding slowly through a clump of rushes, as lifeless
and dead as any stick. Her eyes seemed to be on stalks and spied
eagerly round, but her body exhibited the least possible movement and
eagerness.
She turned, but even then holding herself stiff, and playing her new
part of a drifting stick in a masterly manner. As she did so she
discovered her brother, as promising a specimen of a young pike as
herself, with all the distinguishing marks of the race.
Although cold-blooded, she was of a fiery temperament, and as she was
also hungry, she stared greedily and with cannibal feelings at the
apparition. Her appetite grew in immeasurable units of time. The food
was at hand, it stared her in the face; she forgot relationship and
resemblance, and bending in the middle so that head and tail met, she
seized her brother with a lightning movement.
He was quite as big as she, struggled until he was unable to move a
fin; but the stroke was successful.
She began to understand things, and grew ever fiercer and more violent
and voracious. Her teeth were doubled, and as they grew they were
sharpened by the continual suction of the water through the gills. It
was as if she understood their value, too, for she would often take up
her position on the bottom and stir up grains of fine, hard sand, thus
improving the grinding process considerably.
It was mostly in the half-light that she now went hunting, in the early
dawn or at dusk. Her sharp eyes could see in the dark like those of the
owl and the cat. When the shadows lengthened, and the red glow from the
sky spread over the water, she felt how favourable her surroundings
were, and she became one with the power in her mighty nature.
But in the daytime, she lay peacefully drowsing.
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The creek in which she lived had low-lying banks.
Among the short, thick grass, orchids and marsh marigolds bloomed side
by side, and the ragged robin unfolded its frayed, deep pink flowers
upon a stiff, dark brown stalk, that always had a mass of frothy
wetness about its head.
Farther out, the muddy water and horsetails began, and beyond them the
tall, waving reeds, which stretched away in great clumps as far as it
was possible for them to reach the bottom.
Where _they_ left off, the round-stalked olive-green bog rushes began,
wading farther and farther out, until in midstream they gathered in low
clumps and groves, inhabited by an abundant insect life.
Beautiful butterflies danced their bridal dance out there, some bright
yellow with black borders, others with the sunset glow upon their
wings. Dragon-flies and water-nymphs by the score refracted the sun’s
rays as they turned with a flash of all the colours of the rainbow.
Black whirligigs lay in clusters and slept; and on the india
rubber-like leaves of the water-lily, flies and wasps crawled about
dry-shop, and refreshed themselves with the water.
In the still, early morning the reeds sigh and tremble. The little
yellowish grey sedge-warbler comes out suddenly from its hiding place,
seizes the largest of the butterflies by the body, and as suddenly
disappears again. A little later it begins its soft little sawing song,
which blends so well with the perpetual, monotonous whispering of the
reeds.
Grim, down among the vegetation, only faintly catches the subdued
tones; she is occupied with an event that is developing with great
rapidity.
A moth has fallen suddenly into the clear water. It tries to rise, but
cannot, so darts rapidly across the surface of the water, dragging its
tawny wings behind it. It puts forth its greatest speed, making in a
straight line for the shore.
But the whirligigs have seen the shipwreck, and dart out on their
water-ski to tear the thing to pieces. They advance with the speed of a
torpedo-boat, and in peculiar spiral windings. A wedge-shaped furrow
stands out from the bow of each little pirate, and a tiny cascade in
his wake.
The poor moth becomes wetter and wetter, and less and less of his body
remains visible as he exerts himself to reach the safety of the reeds,
where he can climb up into a horse-tail and escape, just as a cat
climbs into a tree to escape from a dog.
Unfortunately he does not succeed; he is in a sinking condition, and
one of the whirligigs fastens voraciously upon his hind quarters.
The successful captor, however, is given no peace in which to devour
his prey. He has to let it go, and seize it, and let it go again; and
now a little fish--a bleak--begins to take a part in the play.
The fluttering chase continues noiselessly across the surface of the
water, and urged on by the whirligigs above and the bleak beneath, the
moth approaches the reeds.
With muscles relaxed and dorsal fin laid flat, Grim lies motionless at
its edge, whence again and again she catches a glimpse of the little
silvery fish.
Its delicate body is fat outside and in, plump and well nourished, and
to the eyes of the fratricide is an irresistible temptation, making her
hunger creep out to the very tips of her teeth.
Her dorsal fin opens out and is cautiously raised, while her eyes
greedily watch the movements of the nimble little fish.
Flash follows flash, each bigger and brighter than the other.
Grim feels the excitement and ecstasy of the spoiler rush over her--all
that immediately precedes possession of the spoil--and delights in the
sensation. She begins to change from her stick-like attitude, and
imperceptibly to bend in the middle.
The plump little fish is too much engrossed in its moth-hunt.
Unconcernedly it lets its back display a vivid, bright green lake-hue,
while with its silvery belly it reflects all the rainbow colours of the
water.
Another couple of seconds and the prey is near.
Then Grim makes her first real leap. It is successful. Ever since she
was the length of a darning-needle, she had dreamt of this leap, dreamt
that it would be successful.
The sedge-warbler in the reedy island heard the splash, and the closing
snap of the jaws. They closed with such firmness that the bird could
feel, as it were, the helpless sigh of the victim, and the grateful
satisfaction of the promising young pirate.
She was the tiger of the water. She would take her prey by cunning and
by craft, and by treacherous attack. She was seldom able to swim
straight up to her food. How could she chase the nimble antelopes of
the lake when, timid and easily startled, they were grazing on the
plains of the deep waters; they discovered her before she got near them
and could begin her leap!
Huge herds were there for her pleasure. She had no need to exert
herself, but could choose her quarry in ease and comfort. The larger
its size, and the greater the hunger and lust for murder that she felt
within her, the more violence and energy did she put into the leap. But
just as the falcon may miss its aim, so might she, and it made her
ashamed, like any other beast of prey; she did not repeat the leap, but
only hastened away.
But when her prey was struggling in her hundred-toothed jaws and
slapping her on the mouth with its quivering tail-fin, then slowly, and
with a peculiar, lingering enjoyment, she straightened herself out from
her bent leaping posture. If she was hungry, she immediately swallowed
her captive, but if not, she was fond, like the cat, of playing with
her victim, swimming about with it in her mouth, twisting and turning
it over, and chewing it for hours before she could make up her mind to
swallow it.
She ate, she stuffed herself; and with much eating she waxed great.