The Monster of Lake Lametrie | Page 4

night, and I daresay will be completely healed
within a week or so, such is the rapidity with which these reptilian
organisms repair damages to themselves. Collecting three or four
bushels of mussels, I shelled them and poured them down the
elasmosaurus's throat. With a convulsive gasp, they passed down and
the great mouth slowly closed.
"How long do you expect to keep the reptile alive?" asked
Framingham.
"Until I have gotten word to a number of scientific friends, and they
have come here to examine it. I shall take you to the nearest settlement
and write letters from there. Returning, I shall feed the elasmosaurus
regularly until my friends come, and we decide what final disposition
to make of it. We shall probably stuff it."
"But you will have trouble in killing it, unless you hack it to pieces, and
that won't do. Oh, if I only had the vitality of that animal. There is a
monster whose vitality is so splendid that the removal of its brain does
not disturb it. I should feel very happy if someone would remove my
body. If I only had some of that beast's useless strength."
"In your case, the possession of a too active brain has injured the

body," said I. "Too much brain exercise and too little bodily exercise
are the causes of your trouble. It would be a pleasant thing if you had
the robust health of the elasmosaurus, but what a wonderful thing it
would be if that mighty engine had your intelligence."
I turned away to examine the reptile's wounds, for I had brought my
surgical instruments with me, and intended to dress them. I was
interrupted by a burst of groans from Framingham and turning, beheld
him rolling on the sand in an agony. I hastened to him, but before I
could reach him, he seized my case of instruments, and taking the
largest and sharpest knife, cut his throat from ear to ear.
"Framingham, Framingham," I shouted and, to my astonishment, he
looked at me intelligently. I recalled the case of the French doctor who,
for some minutes after being guillotined, answered his friends by
winking.
"If you hear me, wink," I cried. The right eye closed and opened with a
snap. Ah, here the body was dead and the brain lived. I glanced at the
elasmosaurus. Its mouth, half closed over its gleaming teeth, seemed to
smile an invitation. The intelligence of the man and the strength of the
brain. The living body and the living brain. The curious resemblance of
the reptile's brain-pan to that of a man flashed across my mind.
"Are you still alive, Framingham?"
The right eye winked. I seized my machete, for there was no time for
delicate instruments. I might destroy all by haste and roughness, I was
sure to destroy all by delay. I opened the skull and disclosed the brain. I
had not injured it, and breaking the wound of the elasmosaurus's head,
placed the brain within. I dressed the wound and, hurrying to the house,
brought all my store of stimulants and administered them.
For years the medical fraternity has been predicting that brain-grafting
will some time be successfully accomplished. Why has it never been
successfully accomplished? Because it has not been tried. Obviously, a
brain from a dead body cannot be used and what living man would
submit to the horrible process of having his head opened, and portions

of his brain taken for the use of others?
The brains of men are frequently examined when injured and parts of
the brain removed, but parts of the brains of other men have never been
substituted for the parts removed. No uninjured man has ever been
found who would give any portion of his brain for the use of another.
Until criminals under sentence of death are handed over to science for
experimentation, we shall not know what can be done in the way of
brain-grafting. But public opinion would never allow it.
Conditions are favourable for a fair and thorough trial of my
experiment. The weather is cool and even, and the wound in the head of
the elasmosaurus has every chance for healing. The animal possesses a
vitality superior to any of our later day animals, and if any organism
can successfully become the host of a foreign brain, nourishing and
cherishing it, the elasmosaurus with its abundant vital forces can do it.
It may be that a new era in the history of the world will begin here.
MAY 6TH, NOON.
I think I will allow my experiment a little more time.
MAY 7TH, NOON.
It cannot be imagination. I am sure that as I looked into the
elasmosaurus's eyes this morning there was expression in them. Dim, it
is true, a sort of