So it seemed that the creature, whatever it was to which the eyes belonged, was, after all, but small.  Why I did not obey the frantic longing which I had to flee from it, I cannot tell; I only know, I could not.  I take it that the stress and privations which I had lately undergone, and which I was, even then, still undergoing, had much to do with my conduct at that moment, and with the part I played in all that followed.  Ordinarily I believe that I have as high a spirit as the average man, and as solid a resolution; but when one has been dragged through the Valley of Humiliation, and plunged, again and again, into the Waters of Bitterness and Privation, a man can be constrained to a course of action of which, in his happier moments, he would have deemed himself incapable.  I know this of my own knowledge.

Slowly the eyes came on, with a strange slowness, and as they came they moved from side to side as if their owner walked unevenly.  Nothing could have exceeded the horror with which I awaited their approach,—­except my incapacity to escape them.  Not for an instant did my glance pass from them,—­I could not have shut my eyes for all the gold the world contains!—­so that as they came closer I had to look right down to what seemed to be almost the level of my feet.  And, at last, they reached my feet.  They never paused.  On a sudden I felt something on my boot, and, with a sense of shrinking, horror, nausea, rendering me momentarily more helpless, I realised that the creature was beginning to ascend my legs, to climb my body.  Even then what it was I could not tell,—­it mounted me, apparently, with as much ease as if I had been horizontal instead of perpendicular.  It was as though it were some gigantic spider,—­a spider of the nightmares; a monstrous conception of some dreadful vision.  It pressed lightly against my clothing with what might, for all the world, have been spider’s legs.  There was an amazing host of them,—­I felt the pressure of each separate one.  They embraced me softly, stickily, as if the creature glued and unglued them, each time it moved.

Higher and higher!  It had gained my loins.  It was moving towards the pit of my stomach.  The helplessness with which I suffered its invasion was not the least part of my agony,—­it was that helplessness which we know in dreadful dreams.  I understood, quite well, that if I did but give myself a hearty shake, the creature would fall off; but I had not a muscle at my command.

As the creature mounted its eyes began to play the part of two small lamps; they positively emitted rays of light.  By their rays I began to perceive faint outlines of its body.  It seemed larger than I had supposed.  Either the body itself was slightly phosphorescent, or it was of a peculiar yellow hue.  It gleamed in the darkness.  What it was there was still nothing to positively show, but the impression grew upon me that it was some member of the spider family, some monstrous member, of the like of which