I felt it would be better not to tell her how it had really happened; though, to be sure, I scarcely knew myself; but this I did know, that the thing I had seen run into the bushes was no wildcat.  It was much too big, and had, so far as I had observed, a skin like a hog’s, only of a dead, unhealthy white color.  And then—­it had run upright, or nearly so, upon its hind feet, with a motion somewhat resembling that of a human being.  This much I had noticed in my brief glimpse, and, truth to tell, I felt a good deal of uneasiness, besides curiosity as I turned the matter over in my mind.

It was in the morning that the above incident had occurred.

Then, it would be after dinner, as I sat reading, that, happening to look up suddenly, I saw something peering in over the window ledge the eyes and ears alone showing.

‘A pig, by Jove!’ I said, and rose to my feet.  Thus, I saw the thing more completely; but it was no pig—­God alone knows what it was.  It reminded me, vaguely, of the hideous Thing that had haunted the great arena.  It had a grotesquely human mouth and jaw; but with no chin of which to speak.  The nose was prolonged into a snout; thus it was that with the little eyes and queer ears, gave it such an extraordinarily swinelike appearance.  Of forehead there was little, and the whole face was of an unwholesome white color.

For perhaps a minute, I stood looking at the thing with an ever growing feeling of disgust, and some fear.  The mouth kept jabbering, inanely, and once emitted a half-swinish grunt.  I think it was the eyes that attracted me the most; they seemed to glow, at times, with a horribly human intelligence, and kept flickering away from my face, over the details of the room, as though my stare disturbed it.

It appeared to be supporting itself by two clawlike hands upon the windowsill.  These claws, unlike the face, were of a clayey brown hue, and bore an indistinct resemblance to human hands, in that they had four fingers and a thumb; though these were webbed up to the first joint, much as are a duck’s.  Nails it had also, but so long and powerful that they were more like the talons of an eagle than aught else.

As I have said, before, I felt some fear; though almost of an impersonal kind.  I may explain my feeling better by saying that it was more a sensation of abhorrence; such as one might expect to feel, if brought in contact with something superhumanly foul; something unholy—­belonging to some hitherto undreamt of state of existence.

I cannot say that I grasped these various details of the brute at the time.  I think they seemed to come back to me, afterward, as though imprinted upon my brain.  I imagined more than I saw as I looked at the thing, and the material details grew upon me later.

For perhaps a minute I stared at the creature; then as my nerves steadied a little I shook off the vague alarm that held me, and took a step toward the window.  Even as I did so, the thing ducked and vanished.  I rushed to the door and looked ’round hurriedly; but only the tangled bushes and shrubs met my gaze.