Chapter one

He walked drearily between the trunks, his face empty of expression, 
and the blood was dry round his mouth and chin. 
Only sometimes as he lifted the ropes of creeper aside and 
chose his direction from the trend of the land, he mouthed words 
that did not reach the air. 
Presently the creepers festooned the trees less frequently and 
there was a scatter of pearly light from the sky down through the 
trees. This was the backbone of the island, the slightly higher land 
that lay beneath the mountain where the forest was no longer deep 
Jungle. Here there were wide spaces interspersed with thickets and 
huge trees and the trend of the ground led him up as the forest 
opened. He pushed on, staggering sometimes with his weariness but 
never stopping. The usual brightness was gone from his eyes and he 
walked with a sort of glum determination like an old man. 
A buffet of wind made him stagger and he saw that he was out 
in the open, on rock, under a brassy sky. He found his legs were 
weak and his tongue gave him pain all the time. When the wind 
reached the mountain-top he could see something happen, a 
flicker of blue stuff against brown clouds. He pushed himself 
forward and the wind came again, stronger now, cuffing the forest 
heads till they ducked and roared. Simon saw a humped thing 
suddenly sit up on the top and look down at him. He hid his face, and 
toiled on.
The flies had found the figure too. The life-like movement 
would scare them off for a moment so that they made a dark cloud 
round the head. Then as the blue material of the parachute 
collapsed the corpulent figure would bow forward, sighing, and the 
flies settle once more. 

Simon felt his knees smack the rock. He crawled forward and 
soon he understood. The tangle of lines showed him the 
mechanics of this parody; he examined the white nasal bones, the 
teeth, the colors of corruption. He saw how pitilessly the layers of 
rubber and canvas held together the poor body that should be rotting 
away. Then the wind blew again and the figure lifted, bowed, and 
breathed foully at him. Simon knelt on all fours and was sick till his 
stomach was empty. Then he took the lines in his hands; he freed 
them from the rocks and the figure from the wind's indignity. 
At last he turned away and looked down at the beaches. The 
fire by the platform appeared to be out, or at least making no 
smoke. Further along the beach, beyond the little river and near a 
great slab of rock, a thin trickle of smoke was climbing into the sky. 
Simon, forgetful of the lies, shaded his eyes with both hands and 
peered at the smoke. Even at that distance it was possible to see 
most of the boys—perhaps all the boys—were there. So they had 
shifted camp then, away from the beast. As Simon thought this, he 
turned to the poor broken thing that sat stinking by his side. The 
beast was harmless and horrible; and the news must reach the 
others as soon as possible. He started down the mountain and his 
legs gave beneath him. Even with great care the best he could do 
was a stagger. 
"Bathing," said Ralph, "that's the only thing to do." 
Piggy was inspecting the looming sky through his glass. 
"I don't like them clouds. Remember how it rained just after we 
landed?" 
"Going to rain again." 

Ralph dived into the pool. A couple of littluns were playing at the 
edge, trying to extract comfort from a wetness warmer than blood. 
Piggy took off his glasses, stepped primly into the water and then put 
them on again. Ralph came to the surface and squirted a jet of water 
at him. 
"Mind my specs," said Piggy. "If I get water on the glass I got to 
get out and clean 'em." 
Ralph squirted again and missed. He laughed at Piggys expecting 
him to retire meekly as usual and in pained silence. Instead, Piggy 
beat the water with his hands. 
"Stop it!" he shouted. "D`you hear?" 
Furiously he drove the water into Ralph's face. 
"All right, all right," said Ralph. "Keep your hair on." 
Piggy stopped beating the water. 
"I got a pain in my head. I wish the air was cooler." 
"I wish the rain would come." 
"I wish we could go home." 
Piggy lay back against the sloping sand side of the pool. His 
stomach protruded and the water dried on it Ralph squirted up at the 
sky. One could guess at the movement of the sun by the progress of a 
light patch among the clouds. He knelt in the water and looked round. 
"Where's everybody?" 
Piggy sat up. 
"P`raps they're lying in the shelter." 
"Where's Samneric?" 
"And Bill?" 
Piggy pointed beyond the platform. 
"That's where they've gone. Jack's parry." 

"Let them go," said Ralph, uneasily, "I don't care." 
"Just for some meat—" 
"And for hunting," said Ralph, wisely, "and for pretending to be a 
tribe, and putting on war-paint." 
Piggy stirred the sand under water and did not look at Ralph. 
"P'raps we ought to go too." Ralph looked at him quickly and 
Piggy blushed, "I mean—to make sure nothing happens." 
Ralph squirted water again. 
Long before Ralph and Piggy came up with Jack's lot, they 
could hear the party. There was a stretch of grass in a place where 
the palms left a wide band of turf between the forest and the snore. 
Just one step down from the edge of the turf was the white, blown 
sand of above high water, warm, dry, trodden. Below that again 
was a rock that stretched away toward the lagoon. Beyond was a 
short stretch of sand and then the edge of the water. A fire burned 
on the rock and fat dripped from the roasting pig-meat into the 
invisible flames. All the boys of the island, except Piggy, Ralph, 
Simon, and the two tending the pig, were grouped on the turf. They 
were laughing, singing, lying, squatting, or standing on the grass, 
holding food in their hands. But to judge by the greasy faces, the 
meat eating was almost done; and some held coconut shells in 
their hands and were drinking from them. Before the party had 
started a great log had been dragged into the center of the lawn and 
Jack, painted and garlanded, sat there like an idol. There were piles of 
meat on green leaves near him, and fruit, and coconut shells full of 
drink. 
Piggy and Ralph came to the edge of the grassy platform; and 
the boys, as they noticed them, fell silent one by one till only the boy 

next to Jack was talking. Then the silence intruded even there and 
Jack turned where he sat For a time he looked at them and the 
crackle of the fire was the loudest noise over the droning of the reef, 
Ralph looked away; and Sam, thinking that Ralph had turned to him 
accusingly, put down his gnawed bone with a nervous giggle. Ralph 
took an uncertain step, pointed to a palm tree, and whispered 
something inaudible to Piggy; and they both giggled like Sam. Lifting 
his feet high out of the sand, Ralph started to stroll past. Piggy tried to 
whistle. 
At this moment the boys who were cooking at the fire suddenly 
hauled off a great chunk of meat and ran with it toward the grass. 
They bumped Piggy, who was burnt, and yelled and danced. 
Immediately, Ralph and the crowd of boys were united and relieved 
by a storm of laughter. Piggy once more was the center of social 
derision so that everyone felt cheerful and normal. 
Jack stood up and waved his spear. 
"Take them some meat." 
The boys with the spit gave Ralph and Piggy each a succulent 
chunk. They took the gift, dribbling. So they stood and ate beneath a 
sky of thunderous brass that rang with the storm-coming. 
Jack waved his spear again. 
“Has everybody eaten as much as they want?" 
There was still food left, sizzling on the wooden spits, heaped on 
the green platters. Betrayed by his stomach, Piggy threw a picked 
bone down on the beach and stooped for more. 
Jack spoke again, impatiently. 
“Has everybody eaten as much as they want?" 

His tone conveyed a warning, given out of the pride of 
ownership, and the boys ate faster while there was still time. Seeing 
there was no immediate likelihood of a pause. Jack rose from the log 
that was his throne and sauntered to the edge of the grass. He looked 
down from behind his paint at Ralph and Piggy. They moved a little 
farther off over the sand and Ralph watched the fire as he ate. He 
noticed, without understanding, how the flames were visible now 
against the dull light. Evening was come, not with calm beauty but 
with the threat of violence. 
Jack spoke. 
"Give me a drink." 
Henry brought him a shell and he drank, watching Piggy and 
Ralph over the jagged rim.. Power lay in the brown swell of his 
forearms: authority sat on his shoulder and chattered in his ear like an 
ape. 
"All sit down." 
The boys ranged themselves in rows on the grass before him but 
Ralph and Piggy stayed a foot lower, standing on the soft sand. Jack 
ignored them for the moment, turned his mask down to the seated 
boys and pointed at them with the spear. 
"Who is going to join my tribe?" 
Ralph made a sudden movement that became a stumble. Some 
of the boys turned toward him. 
"I gave you food," said Jack, "and my hunters will protect you from 
the beast. Who will join my tribe?" 
"I’m chief," said Ralph, "because you chose me. And we were 
going to keep the fire going. Now you run after food—" 

"You ran yourself !" shouted Jack. "Look at that bone in your 
hands!" 
Ralph went crimson. 
"I said you were hunters. That was your job." 
Jack ignored him again. 
"Who’ll join my tribe and have fun?" 
I'm chief," said Ralph tremulously. "And what about the fire? And 
I've got the conch—" 
"You haven't got it with you," said Jack, sneering. "You left it 
behind. See, clever? And the conch doesn't count at this end of he 
island—" 
All at once the thunder struck. Instead of the dull boom there was 
a point of impact in the explosion. 
"The conch counts here too," said Ralph, "and all over the island." 
"What are you going to do about it then?" 
Ralph examined the ranks of boys. There was no help in them 
and he looked away, confused and sweating. Piggy whispered. 
"The fire—rescue." 
"Who'll join my tribe?" 
"I will." 
"Me." 
"I will." 
"I’ll blow the conch," said Ralph breathlessly, "and call an 
assembly." 
"We shan't hear it." 
"Come away. There's going to be trouble. And we've had our 
meat." 

There was a blink of bright light beyond the forest and the 
thunder exploded again so that a littlun started to whine. Big rops of 
rain fell among them making individual sounds when they struck. 
"Going to be a storm," said Ralph, "and you'll have rain like 
when we dropped here. Who's clever now? Where are your 
helters? What are you going to do about that?" 
The hunters were looking uneasily at the sky, flinching from the 
stroke of the drops. A wave of restlessness set the boys waying 
and moving aimlessly. The flickering light became brighter and the 
blows of the thunder were only just bearable. The ittluns began to run 
about, screaming. 
Jack leapt on to the sand. 
"Do our dance! Come on! Dance!" 
He ran stumbling through the thick sand to the open space of 
rock beyond the fire. Between the flashes of lightning the air was 
dark and terrible; and the boys followed him, clamorously. Roger 
became the pig, grunting and charging at Jack, who side-stepped. 
The hunters took their spears, the cooks took spits, and the rest clubs 
of firewood, A circling movement developed and a chant While Roger 
mimed the terror of the pig, the littluns ran and jumped OB the 
outside of the circle. Piggy and Ralph, under the threat of the sky, 
found themselves eager to take a place in this demented but partly 
secure society. They were glad to touch the brown backs of the fence 
that hemmed in the terror and made it governable. 
"Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!" 
The movement became regular while the chant lost its first 
superficial excitement and began to beat like a steady pulse. 

Roger ceased to be a pig and became a hunter, so that the 
center of the ring yawned emptily. Some of the littluns started a ring 
on their own; and the complementary circles went round and round 
as though repetition would achieve safety of itself. There was tie 
throb and stamp of a single organism. 
The dark sky was shattered by a blue-white scar. An instant later 
the noise was on them like the blow of a gigantic whip. The chant rose 
a tone in agony. 
"Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood! 
Now out of the terror rose another desire, thick, urgent, blind. 
"Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!" 
Again the blue-white scar Jagged above them and the 
sulphurous explosion beat down. The littluns screamed and 
blundered about, fleeing from the edge of the forest, and one of them 
broke the ring of biguns in his terror. 
"Him! Him!" 
The circle became a horseshoe. A thing was crawling out of the 
forest. It came darkly, uncertainly. The shrill screaming that rose 
before the beast was like a pain. The beast stumbled into the 
horseshoe. 
"Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!" 
The blue-white scar was constant, the noise unendurable. Simon 
was crying out something about a dead man on a hill. 
"Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood! Do him in!" 
The sticks fell and the mouth of the new circle crunched and 
screamed. The beast was on its knees in the center, it’s arms folded 
over its face. It was crying out against the abominable noise 
something about a body on the hill. The beast struggled forward, 

broke the ring and fell over the steep edge of the rock to the sand 
by the water. At once the crowd surged after it, poured down the 
rock, leapt on to the beast, screamed, struck, bit, tore. There were 
no words, and no movements but the tearing of teeth and claws. 
Then the clouds opened and let down the rain like a waterfall. 
The water bounded from the mountain-top, tore leaves and 
branches from the trees, poured like a cold shower over the 
straggling heap on the sand. Presently the heap broke up and 
figures staggered away. Only the beast lay still, a few yards from the 
sea. Even in the rain they could see how small a beast it was; and 
already its blood was stain-log the sand. 
Now a great wind blew the rain sideways, cascading the water 
from the forest trees. On the mountain-top the parachute filled and 
moved; the figure slid, rose to its feet, spun, swayed down through 
a vastness of wet air and trod with ungainly feet the tops of the high 
trees; falling, still falling, it sank toward the beach and the boys 
rushed screaming into the darkness. The parachute took the figure 
forward, furrowing the lagoon, and bumped it over the reef and out to 
sea. 
Toward midnight the rain ceased and the clouds drifted away, 
so that the sky was scattered once more with the incredible lamps 
of stars. Then the breeze died too and there was no noise save the 
drip and trickle of water that ran out of clefts and spilled down, leaf 
by leaf, to the brown earth of the island. The air was cool, moist, and 
clear; and presently even the sound of the water was still. The beast 
lay huddled on the pale beach and the stains spread, inch by inch. 
The edge of the lagoon became a streak of phosphorescence 
which advanced minutely, as the great wave of the tide flowed. The 

clear water mirrored the clear sky and the angular bright 
constellations. The line of phosphorescence bulged about the sand 
grains and little pebbles; it held them each in a dimple of tension, 
then suddenly accepted them with an inaudible syllable and moved 
on. 
Along the shoreward edge of the shallows the advancing 
clearness was full of strange, moonbeam-bodied creatures with 
fiery eyes. Here and there a larger pebble clung to its own air and 
was covered with a coat of pearls. The tide swelled in over the rain-
pitted sand and smoothed everything with a layer of silver. Now it 
touched the first of the stains that seeped from the broken body and 
the creatures made a moving patch of light as they gathered at the 
edge. The water rose farther and dressed Simon's coarse hair with 
brightness. The line of his cheek silvered and the turn of his shoulder 
became sculptured marble. The strange attendant creatures, with 
their fiery eyes and trailing vapors, busied themselves round his 
head. The body lifted a fraction of an inch from the sand and a 
bubble of air escaped from the mouth with a wet plop. Then it 
turned gently in the water. 
Somewhere over the darkened curve of the world the sun and 
moon were pulling, and the film of water on the earth planet was 
held, bulging slightly on one side while the solid core turned. The 
great wave of the tide moved farther along the island and the water 
lifted. Softly, surrounded by a fringe of inquisitive bright creatures, 
itself a silver shape beneath the steadfast constellations, Simon's 
dead body moved out toward the open sea. 

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