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The Most Dangerous Game
The Most Dangerous Game
The Most Dangerous Game
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A big-game hunter from New York is shipwrecked on an isolated island in the Caribbean, and is hunted by a Russian aristocrat. The story is an inversion of the big-game hunting safaris in Africa and South America that were fashionable among wealthy Americans in the 1920s.
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Release dateMar 26, 2014
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Richard Connell

Richard Connell (1893-1949) was an American author and journalist who is considered one of the most popular short-story writers of his time. His works appeared in The Saturday Evening Post and Collier's magazine.

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The Most Dangerous Game - Richard Connell

The Most Dangerous Game

By Richard Connell

Start Publishing LLC

Copyright © 2012 by Start Publishing LLC

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OFF THERE to the right—somewhere—is a large island, said Whitney. It’s rather a mystery—

What island is it? Rainsford asked.

The old charts call it `Ship-Trap Island,’ Whitney replied. A suggestive name, isn’t it? Sailors have a curious dread of the place. I don’t know why. Some superstition—

Can’t see it, remarked Rainsford, trying to peer through the dank tropical night that was palpable as it pressed its thick warm blackness in upon the yacht.

You’ve good eyes, said Whitney, with a laugh, and I’ve seen you pick off a moose moving in the brown fall bush at four hundred yards, but even you can’t see four miles or so through a moonless Caribbean night.

Nor four yards, admitted Rainsford. Ugh! It’s like moist black velvet.

It will be light enough in Rio, promised Whitney. We should make it in a few days. I hope the jaguar guns have come from Purdey’s. We should have some good hunting up the Amazon. Great sport, hunting.

The best sport in the world, agreed Rainsford.

For the hunter, amended Whitney. Not for the jaguar.

Don’t talk rot, Whitney, said Rainsford. You’re a big-game hunter, not a philosopher. Who cares how a jaguar feels?

Perhaps the jaguar does, observed Whitney.

Bah! They’ve no understanding.

Even so, I rather think they understand one thing—fear. The fear of pain and the fear of death.

Nonsense, laughed Rainsford. This hot weather is making you soft, Whitney. Be a realist. The world is made up of two classes—the hunters and the huntees. Luckily, you and I are hunters. Do you think we’ve passed that island yet?

I can’t tell in the dark. I hope so.

Why? asked Rainsford.

The place has a reputation—a bad one.

Cannibals? suggested Rainsford.

"Hardly. Even cannibals wouldn’t live in such a God-forsaken place. But it’s gotten into sailor lore, somehow.

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