It was about twelve feet long, and as thick round the body as a man's thigh.
"There," said Bill, his lip curling with contempt, "what do you think of that for a god, Ralph?
This is one o' their gods, and it has been fed with dozens o' livin' babies already.

How many more it'll get afore it dies is hard to say." "Babies ?" said I, with an incredulous look "Ay, babies," returned Bill.

"Your soft-hearted folk at home would say, 'Oh, horrible! impossible!' to that, and then go away as comfortable and unconcerned as if their sayin' 'horrible! impossible!' had made it a lie.
But I tell you, Ralph, it's a _fact_.

I've seed it with my own eyes the last time I was here, an' mayhap if you stop a while at this accursed place, and keep a sharp look out, you'll see it too.

They don't feed it regularly with livin' babies, but they give it one now and then as a treat.