They do excessively stupid and obvious things. So intent was the Cossack on his stalking that he was upon the thing Rainsford had made before he saw it. "I had to invent a new animal to hunt," he said. See you at breakfast.". "Tonight," said the general, "we will hunt--you and I. "Hunting tigers ceased to interest me some years ago. He was in a picture with a frame of water, and his operations, clearly, must take place within that frame.
Didn't you notice that the crew's nerves seemed a bit jumpy today? Rainsford declines Zaroff’s invitation to join in the hunt that night and goes to bed.
The fellow lost his head. ", For a moment the general did not reply; he was smiling his curious red-lipped smile. "Watch! Rainsford hesitated. That story is still part of the English curriculum. He slid down from the tree, and struck off again into the woods. flight, that carried him on for some hours.
The Most Dangerous Game is a short story written by Richard Connell. As the yacht sails through the darkness, the two men discuss whether their prey actually feels fear.
Then he straightened up and took from his case one of his black cigarettes; its pungent incenselike smoke floated up to Rainsford's nostrils.
But may I not venture to suggest that you will find my idea of sport more diverting than Ivan's?". "No," he said. "Don't be alarmed," said Rainsford, with a smile which he hoped was disarming. I give him a supply of food and an excellent hunting knife. Now, mine is an analytical mind, Mr. Rainsford.
He’d beaten up a few escorts and prostitutes before he began his killing spree.
Many of them afford only the most elementary sort of problem. Ivan had reappeared, and the general spoke to him with lips that moved but gave forth no sound. A big tree with a thick trunk and outspread branches was near by, and, taking care to leave not the slightest mark, he climbed up into the crotch, and, stretching out on one of the broad limbs, after a fashion, rested. I always got my quarry.
he panted, as he dashed along. "Rainsford!" A man, who had been hiding in the curtains of the bed, was standing there. He was almost on the rocks before he saw them; on a night less calm he would have been shattered against them. ", The general smiled. The general was saving him for another day's sport!
You're joking." "There was no breeze. (That’s why I keep coming back.) Then he said slowly, "No. You are much younger than I am, Mr. Rainsford, and have not hunted as much, but you perhaps can guess the answer. Something was coming through the bush, coming slowly, carefully, coming by the same winding way Rainsford had come. I wouldn’t doubt he had read this book since he was a hunter and had a cabin. .
But the sharp eyes of the hunter stopped before they reached the limb where Rainsford lay; a smile spread over his brown face. Some wounded thing--by the evidence, a large animal--had thrashed about in the underbrush; the jungle weeds were crushed down and the moss was lacerated; one patch of weeds was stained crimson. Where there are men, there is food," he thought. "How extraordinarily droll you are!"
The island is perfect for my purposes--there are jungles with a maze of traits in them, hills, swamps--", "Oh," said the general, "it supplies me with the most exciting hunting in the world. As the story unfolds, however, their roles change.
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For a seemingly endless time he fought the sea. Then he said slowly, "No. .
Awesome work by the smart detective who wouldn’t give up! As the two men eat borscht, a red Russian soup made of beets, Rainsford praises his host’s specimens, remarking on how dangerous it can be to hunt Cape buffalo. I am hungry.". "And now," said the general, "I want to show you my new collection of heads. He sought to throw open the door; it would not open. After the failed attempt at eluding Zaroff, Rainsford builds a Malay man-catcher, a weighted log attached to a trigger. The story is inspired by the big-game hunting safaris in Africa and South America that were particularly fashionable among wealthy Americans in the 1920s. Death Swamp and its quicksand. No other hunting compares with it for an instant. A lot of women owe their lives to her, and to the detective who decided to believe her. "You'll have a cocktail, Mr. Rainsford," he suggested. The last shot was when he trailed it here and finished it.".
I agree, Sara. "OFF THERE to the right--somewhere--is a large island," said Whitney." His hands were tight closed as if his nerve were something tangible that someone in the darkness was trying to tear from his grip. Rainsford went to the window and looked out toward the sea. "The Most Dangerous Game", also published as "The Hounds of Zaroff", is a short story by Richard Connell, first published in Collier's on January 19, 1924. Then a businesslike air animated him. Yes, Nicholas Cage was the cop in “The Frozen Ground,” which was based on Hansen’s story. You are proving interesting, Mr. Rainsford.
Sometimes I think evil is a tangible thing--with wave lengths, just as sound and light have. Occasionally I strike a tartar.
"I'm no robber. His cries for help go unanswered, and the yacht quickly disappears into the night. Realizing that Hansen’s trouble with the law was more serious than he’d thought, Hansen’s friend admitted that the hunter hadn’t been with him at all when Cindy was kidnapped and tortured–he’d lied for his friend because he believed he was saving him from simple embarrassment. But I think I can show you that your scruples are quite ill founded. I shall not follow till dusk. You can imagine my feelings, Mr. Rainsford.
He did not recognize the animal that made the sound; he did not try to; with fresh vitality he swam toward the sound.
It was flight now, a desperate, hopeless flight, that carried him on for some hours. He finds an empty rifle cartridge nearby. ", "No animal had a chance with me any more. Nothing’s stranger or more horrifying than fiction unless it’s non-fiction, so I can see why a novelist would go to true crime stories for his characters and what they did. Your strength and stamina against mine.
But the hope that was in Rainsford's brain when he climbed died, for he saw in the shallow valley that General Zaroff was still on his feet.
Laughter shook the general. He knew his pursuer was coming; he heard the padding sound of feet on the soft earth, and the night breeze brought him the perfume of the general's cigarette.
"I'll agree to nothing of the kind," said Rainsford. "I must keep my nerve. After hours of rape and torture, he flew his victims to a remote cabin in the wilderness, where he set them free. Then it was that Rainsford knew the full meaning of terror. "Rainsford," called the general, "if you are within sound of my voice, as I suppose you are, let me congratulate you. There was a problem previewing The Most Dangerous Game Short Story .pdf. Rains. The bed was good, and the pajamas of the softest silk, and he was tired in every fiber of his being, but nevertheless Rainsford could not quiet his brain with the opiate of sleep. At daybreak, Rainsford hears the baying of the hounds and spots Zaroff and Ivan with a small pack of hunting dogs in the distance. I'll wait for you. He heard it again; then it was cut short by another noise, crisp, staccato.
For some minutes he stood regarding the blue-green expanse of water.
At the very beginning of story, Rainsford and Zaroff are presented as equals. It seemed to Rainsford that the general was coming with unusual swiftness; he was not feeling his way along, foot by foot. It was a distant sound, faint and wavering, but he knew it. That would be barbarous. If I wish to hunt, why should I not? It was the shore of the sea. I exhausted their possibilities, you see.
You see, I read all books on hunting published in English, French, and Russian. He lunged for it; a short, hoarse cry came from his lips as he realized he had reached too far and had lost his balance. "Hunting tigers ceased to interest me some years ago. The general smiled the quiet smile of one who has faced an obstacle and surmounted it with success.
", "After the debacle in Russia I left the country, for it was imprudent for an officer of the Czar to stay there. "`What are the attributes of an ideal quarry?' I live for danger, Mr. You shall see for yourself tomorrow.". I suggest, too, that you avoid the big swamp in the southeast corner of the island. And the stake is not without value, eh?". He regarded Rainsford quizzically. My first thought is of his family and how his wife must have felt knowing what he had done. ", "I've always thought," said Rainsford, "that the Cape buffalo is the most dangerous of all big game. Eish! Sleep had given him new vigor; a sharp hunger was picking at him.  The story features a big-game hunter from New York City who falls off a yacht and swims to what seems to be an abandoned and isolated island in the Caribbean, where he is hunted by a Russian aristocrat. The cry was pinched off short as the blood-warm waters of the Caribbean Sea dosed over his head. On the strength of the profile and Cindy’s testimony, the police got a warrant to search Hansen’s home, where they discovered some of the dead women’s jewelry and an aerial map with little Xs that marked locations where bodies had been found. A certain coolheadedness had come to him; it was not the first time he had been in a tight place. How do you go back to your wife after you raped and murdered someone and act as though nothing happened? The lights of the chateau were out now, and it was dark and silent; but there was a fragment of. It was General Zaroff. "Ugh!
It was bizarre. He laments that the sailors he lures to the island present less and less of a challenge. One of us is to furnish a repast for the hounds. There was no sound in the night as Rainsford sat there but the muffled throb of the engine that drove the yacht swiftly through the darkness, and the swish and ripple of the wash of the propeller. I suspect it was part of his perversion, or “signature.” He got something out of dressing the women after death, but I doubt it was out of grief or respect. So I bought this island built this house, and here I do my hunting.
Last night I detected traces of my old complaint. That Cape buffalo is the largest I ever saw. This Web site is dedicated to the wonderful world of the short story and to all who enjoy reading shorts stories as I do. I shall not follow till dusk.
You shall see for yourself tomorrow. I am to follow, armed only with a pistol of the smallest caliber and range.
Good question, Roland. "We should make it in a few days. ", "Oh," said the general, "I give him his option, of course. No thrill left in tigers, no real danger. Retrying. What perils that tangle of trees and underbrush might hold for him did not concern Rainsford just then. "I expect rather fair sport--a big, strong, black.
Rainsford remembered the shots. For a moment the general did not reply; he was smiling his curious red-lipped smile. Then Rainsford saw the man's free hand go to his forehead in a military salute, and he saw him click his heels together and stand at attention. In his hand the man held a long-barreled revolver, and he was pointing it straight at Rainsford's heart.
You've had no hunting--". Or are the similarities merely a coincidence? ", To Rainsford's questioning glance the general said, ", "General," said Rainsford firmly, "I wish to leave this island at once.
You'll want to start, no doubt. You shall have them. ", "Why should I not be serious? Rainsford denounces the hunt as barbarism, but Zaroff replies by claiming that "life is for the strong." Then he said slowly, "No.