““Prince," says I, "it will go down the easier if you Chew." He did not respond; so I repeated my Instructions. Said he, "We take in the Flesh of other Beasts. We pack ourselves full of them. We are their Burial Ground." The Rest of us- his Mess- gaped. He reached into his Mouth, & removed the Gobbet; and placed the Gobbet on his Plate. He regarded the Plate balanced upon his skinny Knees; & all the life left him as he beheld that Mound of Flesh. Poor, unspeaking, tormented Creature.””
