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"...The children grow weak, from hunger. There us but one recourse left us. That is to hunt Crawlers."
Carter was dismayed and stared at Kur-saa in horror.
"Hunt Crawlers? Kur-saa, you know that's suicide. If you go into those marshes and try that - "
"There is no other way." The old man shrugged hopelessly. "Some of our young men are scouting the marshes now. If they find - "
A shrill, agonized cry interrupted the old man's words...
Carter's heart sank at what he saw... from the direction of the great reed-marsh eastward, came a small group of young tribesmen carrying two limp burdens.
They put them down. A chorus of heart-broken wails came from the women. Carter stepped forward and took a look and then turned away, a little sick.
He'd seen men before who had been caught by the Crawlers and pulped. But it was still a stomach-churning sight. The two corpses were just skeletons with skin round them. When a Crawler caught a man and pulped him, every bit of blood and tissue was sucked out of him...
>> Edmond Hamilton, Trouble on Triton (Startling Stories, Fall 1945)