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She was anchored to earth in a good-sized field. Woods horizoned the / field on three of its edges and a sunken road bounded it on the fourth. / She measured, I should say at an offhand guess, seventy-five feet from / tip to tip lengthwise, and she was perhaps twenty feet in diameter / through her middle. She was a bright yellow in color -- a varnished, / oily-looking yellow -- and in shape suggestive of a frankfurter.
At the end of her near the ground and on the side that was underneath / -- for she swung, you understand, at an angle -- a swollen protuberance / showed, as though an air bubble had got under the skin of the sausage / during the packing and made a big blister. She drooped weakly / amidships, bending and swaying this way and that; and, as we came under / her and looked up, we saw that the skin of the belly kept shrinking in / and wrinkling up, in the unmistakable pangs of acute cramp colic.