 Chapter 1. A Strange Manuscript Found at a Copper Cylinder Chapter 1. The Finding of the Copper Cylinder It occurred as far back as February 15, 1850. It happened on that day that the yacht Falcon lay becalmed upon the ocean between the Canaries and the Madriera Islands. This yacht Falcon was the property of Lord Featherstone, who, being weary of life in England, had taken a few congenial friends for a winter's cruise in the southern latitudes. They had visited the Azores, the Canaries, and the Madriera Islands, and were now on their way to the Mediterranean. The wind had failed, a deep calm had succeeded, and everywhere as far as the eye could reach, the water was smooth and glassy. The yacht rose and fell at the impulse of the long ocean undulations, and the creaking of the spars sounded out a lazy accompaniment to the motion of the vessel. All around was a watery horizon, except in the one place only toward the south, where far in the distance the peak of Teneriff rose into the air. The profound calm, the warm atmosphere, the slow pitching of the yacht, and the dull creaking of the spars all combined to lull into a state of indolent repose the people on board. Forward were the crew, some asleep, others smoking, others playing cards. At the stern were Oxenden, the intimate friend of Dr. Featherstone, and Dr. Congrief, who had come in the double capacity of friend and medical attendant. These two, like the crew, were in a state of dull and languid repose, suspended between the two masts in an Indian hammock lay Featherstone, with a cigar in his mouth and a novel in his hand which he was pretending to read. The fourth member of the party, Melick, was seated near the main mast, folding some papers in a peculiar way. His occupation at length attracted the roving eyes of Featherstone, who poked forth his head from his hammock and said in a sleepy voice, I say, Melick, you're the most energetic fella I ever saw. By Jove, you're the only one aboard that's busy. What are you doing? Paper boats, said Melick, in a business-like tone. Paper boats, by Jove, said Featherstone, what for? I'm going to have a regatta, said Melick, anything to kill time, you know. By Jove exclaimed Featherstone again, raising himself higher in his hammock, that's not a bad idea. A regatta! By Jove! Glorious, glorious! I say, Oxenden, did you hear that? What do you mean by a regatta, asked Oxenden lazily? Oh, I mean a race with these paper boats. We can bet on them, you know. At this Featherstone set upright, with his legs dangling out of the hammock. By Jove, he exclaimed again, betting so we can. Do you know, Melick, old champ, I think that's a regular piece of inspiration, a regatta, and we can bet on the best boat. But there isn't any wind, said Oxenden. Well, you know, that's the fun of it, said Melick, who went solemnly on as he spoke, folding his paper boats. That's the fun of it. For you see, if there was a wind, we should be going on ourselves, and the regatta couldn't come off. But, as it is, the water is just right. You pick out your boat, and lay your bet on her to race to some given point. A given point, but how can we find any? Oh, easily enough, something or anything, a bubble will do, or we can pitch out a bit of wood. Upon this, Featherstone descended from his perch, and came near to examine their proceedings, while the other two, eager to take advantage of the new excitement, soon joined him. By this time, Melick had finished his paper boats. There were four of them, and they were made of different colors, namely red, green, yellow, and white. I'll put these in the water, said Melick, and then we can lay our bets on them as we choose. But first, let us see if there is anything that can be taken as a point of arrival. If there isn't anything, I can pitch out a bit of wood in any direction which may seem best. Saying this, he went to the side, followed by the others, and all looked out carefully over the water. There's a black speck out there, said Oxenden. So there is, said Featherstone. That'll do. I wonder what it is. Oh, a bit of timber, said Melick. Probably the spar of some ship. Don't look like a spar, said the doctor. It's only a round spot, like the float of some net. Oh, it's a spar, said Melick. It's one end of it. The rest is under water. The spot, thus chosen, was a dark circular object, about a hundred yards away, and certainly did look very much like the extremity of some spar, the rest of which was under water. Whatever it was, however, it served well enough for their present purpose, and no one took any further interest in it except as the point toward which the paper boats should run their eventful race. Melick now let himself down over the side, and placed the paper boats on the water as carefully as possible. After this, the four stood watching the little fleet in silence. The water was perfectly still, and there was no perceptible wind, but there were drafts of air caused by the rise and fall of the yacht, and these affected the tiny boats. Gradually they drew apart, the green wind drifting astern, the yellow one remaining under the vessel, while the red and the white were carried out in the direction where they were expected to go, with about a foot of space between them. Two to one on the red cried Featherstone, betting on the one which had gained the lead. Dunn, said Melick, promptly taking his offer. Oxen did made the same bet, which was taken by Melick and the doctor. Other bets were now made, as to the direction which they would take, as to the distance which the red would beat the white, as to the time which would be occupied by the race, and as to fifty other things which need not be mentioned. All took part in this. The excitement rose high, and the betting went on merrily. At length it was noticed that the white was overhauling the red. The excitement grew intense. The betting changed its form, but was still kept up, until at last the two paper boats seemed blended together in one dim spot which gradually faded out of sight. It was now necessary to determine the state of the race, so Featherstone ordered out the boat. The four were soon embarked, and the men rode out toward the point which had been chosen as the end of the race. On coming near, they found the paper boat stuck together, saturated with water, and floating limp on the surface. An animated discussion arose about this. Some of the bets were off, but others remained an open question, and each side insisted upon a different view of the case. In the midst of this, Featherstone's attention was drawn to the dark spot already mentioned as the goal of the race. That's a queer-looking thing, he said suddenly. Pull up lads a little. Let's see what it is. It doesn't look to me like a spar. The others, always on the lookout for some new object of interest, were attracted by these words, and looked closely at the thing in question. The men pulled. The boat drew nearer. It's some sort of floating vessel, said Oxenden. It's not a spar, said Mellick, who was at the bow. And as he said this, he reached out and grasped at it. He failed to get it, and did no more than touch it. It moved easily and sank, but soon came up again. A second time he grasped at it, and with both hands. This time he caught it, and then lifted it out of the water into the boat. These proceedings had been watched with the deepest interest, and now, as this curious floating thing made its appearance among them, they all crowded around it in eager excitement. It looks like a can of preserved meat, said the doctor. It certainly is a can, said Mellick, for it's made of metal. But as to preserved meat, I have my doubts. The article in question was made of metal and was cylindrical in shape. It was soldered tight and evidently contained something. It was about 18 inches long and 8 wide. The nature of the metal was not easily perceptible, for it was coated with slime and covered over about half its surface with barnacles and seaweed. It was not heavy and would have floated higher out of the water had it not been for these encumbrances. It's some kind of preserved meat, said the doctor. Perhaps something good. Game, I dare say. Yes, Yorkshire game pie. They pot all sorts of things now. If it's game, said Oxenden, it'll be rather high by this time. Man alive. Look at those weeds and shells. Man floating for ages. It's my belief, said Featherstone, that it's part of the provisions laid in by Noah for his long voyage in the Ark. So come, let's open it and see what sort of diet the anti-Diluvians had. Maybe liquor, said Oxenden. Mellick shook his head. No, he said. There's something inside, but whatever it is, it isn't liquor. It's odd, too. The thing is a foreign make, evidently. I never saw anything like it before. It may be Chinese. Bye, Joe, cried Featherstone. This is getting exciting. Let's go back to the yacht and open it. The men rode back to the yacht. It's meat of some sort, continued the doctor. I'm certain of that. It has come in good time. We can have it for dinner. You may have my share, then, said Oxenden. I hereby give and bequeath to you all my right title and interest in and to anything in the shape of meat that may be inside. Meat can, said Mellick, are never so large as that. Well, I don't know about that, said the doctor. They make up pretty large packages of pemicin for the Arctic expeditions. But they never pack up pemicin in copper cylinders, said Mellick, who had been using his knife to scrape off the crust from the vessel. Copper, exclaimed Oxenden. Is it copper? Look for yourself, said Mellick quietly. They all looked and could see where the knife had cut into the vessel that it was, as he said. It was copper. It's foreign work, said Mellick. In England we make tin cans for everything. It may be something that's drifted out from Magador or some port in Morocco. In that case, said Oxenden, it may contain the mangled remains of one of the wives of some Moorish Pasha. By this time they had reached the yacht and hurried aboard. All were eager to satisfy their curiosity. Search was made for a cold chisel, but to no purpose. Then Featherstone produced a knife, which was used to open sardine boxes, but after a faithful trial this proved useless. At length, Mellick, who had gone off in search of something more effective, made his appearance armed with an axe. With this he attacked the copper cylinder, and by means of a few dexterous blows, succeeded in cutting it open. Then he looked in. What do you see, asked Featherstone. Something, said Mellick, but I can't quite make it out. If you can't make it out, then shake it out, said Oxenden. Upon this Mellick took the cylinder, turned it upside down, shook it smartly, and then lifted it and pounded it against the deck. This served to loosen the contents, which seemed tightly packed, but came gradually down until at length they could be seen and drawn forth. Mellick drew them forth, and the contents of the mysterious copper cylinder resolved themselves into two packages. The sight of these packages only served to intensify their curiosity. If it had been some species of food, it would have once have revealed itself, but these packages suggested something more important. What could they be? Were there strange treasures inside, jewels, or golden ornaments from some more ceraglio, or strange coin from Far Cathay? One of the packages was very much larger than the other. It was enclosed in wrappers, made of some coarse kind of felt, bound tight with strong cords. The other was much smaller, and was folded in the same material without being bound. This Mellick seized and began to open. Wait a minute, said Featherstone. Let's make a bet on it. Five guineas that it's some sort of jewels. Done, said Oxenden. Mellick opened the package, and it was seen that Featherstone had lost. There were no jewels, but one or two sheets was something that looked like paper. It was not paper, however, but some vegetable product which was used for the same purpose. The surface was smooth, but the color was dingy, and the lines of the vegetable fibers were plainly discernible. These sheets were covered with writing. Hello, cried Mellick! Why, this is English! At this the others crowded around to look on, and Featherstone and his excitement forgot that he had lost his bet. There were three sheets, all covered with writing. One in English, another in French, and a third in German. It was the same message written in these three different languages. But at that moment they scarcely noticed this. All they saw was the message itself with its mysterious meaning. It was as follows. To the finder of this. Sir, I am an Englishman, and have been carried by a series of incredible events to a land from which escape is as impossible as from the grave. I have written this, and committed it to the sea, in the hope that the ocean currents may bear it within the reach of civilized man. O unknown friend, whoever you are, I entreat you to let this message be made known in some way to my father, Henry Moore, Kesswick, Cumberland, England, so that he may learn the fate of his son. The manuscript accompanying this contains an account of my adventures which I should like to have forwarded to him. Do this for the sake of that mercy which you may one day wish to have shown to yourself. Adam Moore. My jove, cried Featherstine, as he read the above. This is really getting to be something tremendous. This other package must be the manuscript, said Oxenden, and it'll tell all about it. Such a manuscript will be better than meat, said the doctor sententiously. Melick said nothing, but, opening his knife, he cut the cords and unfolded the wrapper. He saw a great collection of leaves, just like those of the letter, of some vegetable substance smooth as paper and covered with writing. It looks like Egyptian papyrus, said the doctor. That was the common paper of antiquity. Never mind the Egyptian papyrus, said Featherstine, in feverish curiosity. Let's have the contents of the manuscript. You, Melick, read. You're the most energetic of the lot, and when you're tired, the rest of us will take turns. Read. Why, it'll take a month to read all this, said Melick. All the better, said fellowstone. This column will probably last a month, and we shall have nothing to interest us. Melick made no further objection. He was as excited as the rest, and so he began the reading of the manuscript. End of Chapter 1 Chapter 2 A strange manuscript found in a copper cylinder. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit www.librivox.org. A strange manuscript found in a copper cylinder, by James DeMille. Chapter 2 A Drift in the Antarctic Ocean My name is Adam Moore. I am the son of Henry Moore, apothecary, Kesswick, Cumberland. I was made of the ship Trevalion, Bennett, Master, which was chartered by the British government to convey convicts to Van Demon's land. This was in 1843. The voyage without any casualty landed our convicts in Hobart Town and then set forth on our return home. It was the 17th of December when we left. From the first adverse winds prevailed, and in order to make any progress, we were obliged to keep well to the south. At length, on the 6th of January, we sighted Desolation Island. We found it indeed a desolate spot. In its vicinity, we saw a multitude of smaller islands, perhaps a thousand in number, which made navigation difficult and forced us to hurry away as fast as possible. But the aspect of this dreary spot was of itself enough to repel us. There were no trees, and the multitude of islands seemed like moss-covered rocks, while the temperature, though in the middle of the Antarctic summer, was from 38 to 58 degrees Fahrenheit. In order to get rid of these dangerous islands, we stood south and west, and at length found ourselves in south latitude 65 degrees, longitude 60 degrees east. We were fortunate enough not to find any ice, although we were within 1500 miles of the south pole, and far within that impenetrable icy barrier, which in 1773 had arrested the progress of Captain Cook. Here the wind failed us, and we lay becalmed and drifting. The sea was open all around us except to the southeast, where there was a low line along the horizon, terminating in a lofty promenatory, but though it looked like land, we took it for ice. All around us, whales and grampuses were gambling and spouting in vast numbers. The weather was remarkably fine and clear. For two or three days the calm continued, and we drifted along helplessly, until at length we found ourselves within a few miles of the promenatory above mentioned. It looked like land and seemed to be a rocky island rising from the depths of the sea. It was, however, all covered with ice and snow, and from this there extended eastward as far as the eye could reach an interminable line of ice, but toward the southwest the sea seemed open to navigation. The promenatory was very singular in shape, rising up to a peak which was at least a thousand feet in height and forming a striking object easily discovered and readily identified by any future explorer. We named it after our ship, Travalion Peak, and then felt anxious to lose sight of it forever. But the calm continued, and at length we drifted in close enough to see immense flocks of seals dotting the ice at the foot of the peak. Upon this I proposed to Agnew, the second mate, that we should go ashore, shoot some seals, and bring them back. This was partly for the excitement of the hunt, and partly for the honor of landing in a place never before trodden by the foot of man. Captain Bennett made some objections, but he was old and cautious, and we were young and adventuresome, so we laughed away his scruples and set forth. We did not take any of the crew owing to the captain's objections. He said that if we chose to throw away our own limes he could not help it, but that he would positively refuse to allow a single man to go with us. We thought this refusal and excess of caution amounting to positive cowardice, but we were unable to change his mind. The distance was not great, the adventure was attractive, and so the captain's gig was lowered, and in this Agnew and I rode ashore. We took with us a double-barreled rifle apiece and also a pistol. Agnew took a glass. We rode for about three miles and reached the edge of the ice which extended far out from the promenatory. Here we landed and secured the boat by means of a small grappling iron which we thrust into the ice. We then walked toward the promenatory for about a mile, and here we found a multitude of seals. These animals were so fearless that they made not the slightest movement as we came up, but stared at us in an indifferent way. We killed two or three and then debated whether to go to the promenatory or not. Agnew was eager to go so as to touch the actual rock, but I was satisfied with what we had done and was now desirous of returning. In the midst of this I felt a flake of snow on my cheek. I started and looked up. To my great surprise I saw that the sky had changed since I had last noticed it. When we left the ship it was clear and blue, but now it was overspread with dark leaden colored clouds and the snowflakes that had fallen were of ominous of evil. A snowstorm here in the vicinity of the ice was too serious a thing to be disregarded. But one course now remained and that was an immediate return to the ship. Each of us seized a seal and dragged it after us to the boat. We reached it and flung them in. Just at that moment a gun sounded over the water. It was from the ship, the signal of alarm, the summons from our captain to return. We saw now that she had been drifting since we had left her and had moved southwest several miles. The rollback promised to be far harder than the pull of shore and what was worse the wind was coming up, the sea was rising and the snow was thickening. Neither of us said a word. We saw that our situation was very serious and that we had been very foolhardy, but the words were useless now. The only thing to be done was to pull for the ship with all our strength and that is what we did. So we pushed off and rode as we had never rode before. Our progress was difficult. The sea grew steadily rougher, the wind increased, the snow thickened, and worst of all the day was drawing to a close. We had miscalculated both as to distance and time. Even if it had continued calm we should have had to roll back in the dark, but now the sun was setting and with the darkness we had to encounter the gathering storm and the blinding snow. We rode in silence. At every stroke our situation grew more serious. The wind was from the south and therefore favored us to some extent and also made less of a sea than would have been produced by a wind from any other quarter. But then the south wind brought dangers of its own, which we were soon to feel, new dangers and worse ones. For this south wind drove the ship farther from us and at the same time broke up the vast fields of ice and impelled the fractured masses northward. But this was a danger we did not know just then. At that time we were rowing for the ship and amid the darkness and the blinding snow and the dashing waves we heard from time to time the report of the signal guns fired from the ship to guide us back. These were our only guide for the darkness and the snow had drawn the ship from our sight and we had to be guided by our hearing only. We were rowing for our lives and we knew it, but every moment our situation grew more desperate. Each new report of the gun seemed to sound farther away. We always seemed to be rowing in the wrong direction. At each report we had to shift the boat's course somewhat and pull toward the last point from which the gun seemed to sound. With all this the wind was increasing rapidly to a gale. The sea was rising and breaking over the boat. The snow was blinding us with its ever-thickening sleet. The darkness deepened and at length had grown so intense that nothing whatever could be seen, neither sea nor sky, not even the boat itself. Yet we dared not stop. We had to row. Our lives depended on our efforts. We had to row guided by the sound of the ship's guns which the ever-varying wind incessantly changed till our minds grew all confused and we rowed blindly and mechanically. So we labored for hours at the oars and the storm continually increased and the sea continually rose while the snow fell thicker and the darkness grew intenser. The reports of the gun now grew fainter. What was worse they were heard at longer intervals and this showed us that Captain Bennet was losing heart that he was giving us up, that he'd aspired of finding us and was now firing only an occasional gun out of a mournful sense of duty. This thought reduced us to despair. It seemed as if all our efforts had only served to take us farther away from the ship and deprived us of all motive for rowing any harder than was barely necessary to keep the boat steady. After a time Agnew dropped his oar and began to bail out the boat. A work which was needed for in spite of our care she had shipped many seas and was one-third full of water. He worked away at this while I managed the boat and then we took turns at bailing and this way we passed the dreary night. Morning came at last. The wind was not so violent but the snow was so thick that we could only see for a little distance around us. The ship was nowhere visible nor were there any signs of her. The last gun had been fired during the night. All that we could see was the outline of a gaunt iceberg and ominous spectacle. Not knowing what else to do we rode on as before keeping in what seemed to be our best course though this was merely conjecture and we knew all the time that we might be going wrong. There was no compass in the boat nor could we tell the sun's position through the thick snow. We rode with the wind thinking that it was blowing toward the north and would carry us in that direction. We still hoped to come within sound of the ship's gun and kept straining our ears incessantly to hear the wished for report but no such sound ever came again and we heard nothing except the plash of the waves and the crash of breaking ice. Thus all that day we rode along resting at intervals when exhausted and then resuming our labors until at length night came and again to the snow and ice and waves was added the horror of great darkness. We passed that night in deep misery. We had eaten nothing since we left the ship but though exhausted by long-fasting and severe labor the despair of our hearts took away all desire for food. We were worn out with hard work yet the cold was too great to allow us to take rest and we were compelled to row so as to keep ourselves from perishing. But fatigue and drowsiness overcame us and we often sank into sleep even while rowing and then after a brief slumber we would awaken with benumbed limbs to wrestle again with the oars and this way we passed that night. Another morning came and we found to our great joy that the snow had ceased. We looked eagerly around to see if there were any signs of the ship. Nothing could be seen of her. Far away on one side rose a peak which looked like the place where we had landed. Judging from the wind which we still supposed to be southerly the peak lay toward the northeast in which case we had been carried steadily in spite of all our efforts toward the south about a mile on one side of us the ice began and extended far away while on the other side at the distance of some ten miles there was another line of ice. We seemed to have been carried in a southwesternly direction along a broad straight that ran into the vast ice fields. This discovery showed how utterly useless our labors had been for in spite of all even with the wind in our favor we had been drawn steadily in the opposite direction. It was evident that there was some current here stronger than all our strength which had brought us to this place. We now determined to land on the ice and try to cook a portion of our seals. On approaching it we noticed that there was a current which tended to draw us past the ice in what I supposed to be a southwesternly direction. This confirmed my worst fears. But now the labor of landing and building a fire on the ice served to interest us for a time and divert our thoughts. We brushed away the snow and then broke up a box which was in the boat and also the stern seats. This we used very sparingly reserving the rest for another occasion. Then we cut portions from one of the seals and laid them in thin strips on the flames. The cooking was but slight for the meat was merely singed but we were ravenous and the contact of the fire was enough to give it an attractive flavor. With this food we were greatly refreshed and asked for drink we had all around us an endless extent of ice and snow. Then taking our precious fragments of cooked meat we returned to the boat and put off. We could scarcely tell what to do next and while debating on this point we fell asleep. We slept far into the night and then awoke benumbed with cold then took to the oars till we were weary then fell asleep again to be awakened by the cold and again to pull at the oars. So the night passed and another day came. The snow still held off but the sky was overcast with dark leaden colored clouds and looked threatening. Ice was all around us as before and the open water had diminished now from ten miles to five miles of width. The ice on one side was low but on the opposite side it arose to the height of one hundred feet. We saw here as we watched the shore that the current which had already borne us thus far was now stronger than ever and was carrying us along at a rate which made all efforts of ours against it utterly useless. And now a debate arose between us as to the direction of the current. Agnew suddenly declared his belief that it was running north while I was firm in the conviction that it ran south. There's no use rowing any more said Agnew. If it runs south we can't resist it. It's too strong. But I always like to look on the bright side and so I believe it runs north. In that case there is no use rowing for it would carry us along fast enough. Then I proposed that we should go ashore on the ice. To this Agnew objected but afterward consented at my earnest request. So we tried to get ashore but this time found it impossible for the ice consisted of a vast sheet of floating lumps which looked like the ruins of birds that had been broken up in some storm. After this I had nothing to say nor was there anything left for us but to drift wherever the current might carry us. So we drifted for some days. Agnew all the time maintaining that we were going north while I was sure that we were going south. The sky remained cloudy as ever. The wind varied incessantly and there was nothing by which we could conjecture the points of the compass. We lived in our seal and for drink we chewed ice and snow. One thing was certain, the climate was no colder. Agnew laid great stress on this. You see, he said, we must be going north. If we were going south we should be frozen stiff by this time. Yes, but if we were going north, said I, we ought to find it growing warmer. No, said he, not with all this ice around us. It's the ice that keeps the temperature in this cold state. Argument could do no good so we each remain true to our belief his leading him to hope and mine dragging me down to despair. At length we finished the last fragment of the seal that we had cooked and finding ourselves near some firm ice we went ashore and cooked all that was left using the remainder of our wood for fuel and all that we dared to remove from the boat. Reembarking with this we drifted on as before. Several more days passed. At last one night I was aroused by Agnew. He pointed far away to the distant horizon where I saw a deep red glow as a fire. We were both filled with wonder at the sight and were utterly unable to account for it. We knew that it could not be caused by the sun or the moon for it was midnight and the cause lay on the earth and not on the skies. It was a deep, lurid glow extending along the horizon and seemed to be caused by some vast conflagration. End of Chapter 2 Chapter 3 A strange manuscript found in a copper cylinder. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit www.librivox.org. A strange manuscript found in a copper cylinder by James DeMille. Chapter 3 A World of Fire and Desolation At the sight of that deep red glow various feelings arose within us. In May there was new dejection in Agnew there was stronger hope. I could not think but that it was our ship that was on fire and was burning before our eyes. Agnew thought that it was some burning forest and that it showed our approach to some habitable and inhabited land. For hour after hour we watched and all the time the current drew us nearer and the glow grew brighter and more intense. At last we were too weak to watch any longer and we fell asleep. On waking our first thoughts were about the fire and we looked eagerly around. It was day but the sky was as gloomy as ever and the fire was there before our eyes bright and terrible. We could now see it plainly and discern the cause also. The fire came from two points at some distance apart. Two peaks rising above the horizon from which there burst forth flames and smoke with incessant explosions. All was now manifest. It was no burning ship, no blazing forest, no land inhabited by man. Those blazing peaks were two volcanoes in a state of active eruption and at that site I knew the worst. I know where we are now, I said despairingly. Where, asked Agnew. That, said I, is the Antarctic continent. The Antarctic fiddle stick, he said contemptuously. It is far more likely to be some volcanic island than that sea. There's a tremendous volcano in the Sandwich Islands and these are something like it. I believe, said I, that these are the very volcanoes that Sir James Ross discovered last year. Do you happen to know where he found them, asked Agnew? I do not, I answered. Well I do, said he, and they're thousands of miles away from this. They are south latitude 77 degrees, east longitude 167 degrees. While we, as I guess, are about south latitude 40 degrees, east longitude 60 degrees. At any rate, said I, we're drifting straight toward them. So I see, said Agnew, dryly. At any rate, the current will take us somewhere. We shall find ourselves carried past these volcanic islands or through them and then west to the Cape of Good Hope. Besides, even here we may find land with animals and vegetation, who knows? What, amid all this ice I cried? Are you mad? Mad, said he. I should certainly go mad if I hadn't hope. Hope, I repeated. I have long since given up hope. Oh well, said he. Enjoy your despair and don't try to deprive me of my consolation. My hope sustains me and helps me to cheer you up. It would never do well, fellow, for both of us to knock under. I said nothing more, nor did Agnew. We drifted on and all our thoughts were taken up with the two volcanoes toward which we were every moment drawing nearer. As we approached, they grew larger and larger, towering up to a tremendous height. I had seen Vesuvius and Stromboli and Etna and Cotapaxi, but these appeared far larger than any of them, not accepting the last. They rose, like the peak of Teneriff, abruptly from the sea, with no intervening hills to dwarf or diminish their proportions. They were ten or twelve miles apart and the channel of water in which we were drifting flowed between them. Here the ice and snow ended. We thus came at last to land, but it was a land that seemed more terrible than even the bleak expanse of ice and snow that lay behind, for nothing could be seen except a vast and drear accumulation of lava blocks of every imaginable shape without a trace of vegetation, uninhabitable and unpassable to man. But just where the ice ended and the rocks began, there was a long, low reef, which projected for more than a quarter of a mile into the water, affording the only possible landing place within sight. Here we decided to land so as to rest and to consider what was best to be done. Here we landed and walked up to where rugged lava blocks prevented any further progress. But at this spot our attention was suddenly arrested by a sight of horror. It was a human figure lying prostrate face downward. At this sight there came over us a terrible sensation. Even Agnew's buoyant soul shrank back and we stared at each other with quivering lips. It was some time before we could recover ourselves and then we went to the figure and stooped down to examine it. The clothes were those of a European and a sailor. The frame was emancipated and dried up till it looked like a skeleton. The face was blackened and all withered and the bony hands were clinched tight. It was evidently some sailor who had suffered shipwreck in these frightful solitudes and had drifted here to starve to death in this appalling wilderness. It was a sight which seemed ominous of our own fate and Agnew's boasted hope which had so long upheld him now sank down into a despair as deep as my own. What room was there now for hope or how could we expect any other fate than this? At length I began to search the pockets of the deceased. What are you doing asked Agnew in a hoarse voice. I'm trying to find out who he is I said. Perhaps there may be papers. As I said this I felt something in the first pocket of his jacket and drew it forth. It was a leather pocketbook, moldy and rotting like the clothing. On opening it it fell to pieces. There was nothing in it but a piece of paper also moldy and rotten. This I unfolded with great care and saw writing there which though faded was still legible. It was a letter and there were still signs of long and frequent perusals and marks too which looked as though made by tears. Perhaps of the writer, perhaps of the reader who can tell. I have preserved this letter ever since and I now fasten it here upon the sheet of my manuscript. The letter. Bristol, April 20th, 1820. My darling Tom, I writ you these few lines in haste. I don't like you are going away in the South Sea. Don't go darling Tom or maybe I'll never see you again. My darling Tom and I'm afraid. So don't go my darling Tom but come back and take another ship for America. Baby is as well as ever but misses his paw and has got a new tooth and I think you ought to go away and know darling Tom. See as the wage is wide in New York and better go there and I'd like to go there for good for they give good wages in America. Oh come back my darling Tom and take me to America and the baby and die together. Your loving wife Polly read. I began to read this but there came a lump in my throat and I had to stop. Agnew leaned on my shoulder and we both read it in silence. He rubbed the back of his hand over his eyes and drew a long breath. Then he walked away for a little distance and I put the letter carefully away in my own pocketbook. After a while Agnew came back. More he said, I understood his meaning at once. Yes I said some of it. A good deal of it I think. That's good said he. Let's put the poor fellow underground. It would be hard to do that I said. We'll have to bury him in the snow. At this Agnew went off for a little distance and climbed over the rocks. He was not gone long. When he returned he said I found some crumbled pumice stone. We can scoop a grave for him there. We then raised the body and carried it to the place which Agnew had found. So emanciated was the poor dead sailor that his remains were no heavier than a small boy. On reaching the spot we found the crumbled pumice stone. We placed the body in a crevice among the lava rocks. And then I said what I could remember of the burial service. After this we carried in our hands the crumbled pumice stone until we had covered the body and thus gave the poor fellow a Christian burial. We then returned to the shore. More old fellow said Agnew. I feel the better for this. This service has done me good. And me too said I. It has reminded me of what I had forgotten. This world is only a part of life. We may lose it and yet live on. There is another world and if we can only keep that in our minds we shan't be so ready to sink into despair. That is, I shan't. Despair is my weakness. You are more hopeful. Yes said Agnew Solomon I referred only to the safety of my skin. After this I shall try to think more of my soul and cultivate not the hope of escape but the hope full of immortality. Yes more. After all we shall live. If not in England then let us hope in heaven. There was a long silence after this. The kind of silence which one may preserve who is at the point of death. I wonder how he got here. said Agnew at last. The letter mentions a whaler. He is too far south. It is foundered. He has escaped in a boat either alone or with others. He has been carried along this channel and has landed here afraid to go any farther. But his boat. What has become of that? His boat. That must have gone long ago. The letter was written in 1820. At any rate let's look around. We did so. After some search we found fragments of a rotted rope attached to a piece of rock. That, said Agnew must have been fastened to the boat. And as for the boat herself, she has long ago been swept away from this. What shall we do now? I said after a long silence. There is only one thing, said Agnew. We must go on. Go on, I asked in wonder. Certainly, he said confidently. Will you stay here? No. Will you go back? You can't. We must therefore go on. That is our only hope. Hope, I cried. Do you still talk of hope? Hope, said Agnew. Of course. Why not? There are no limits to hope, are there? One can hope anything, anywhere. It is better to die while struggling like a man, full of hope and energy than to perish in inaction and despair. It is better to die in the storm in furious waters than to waste away in this awful place. So come along. Let's drift as before. Let's see where this channel will take us. It will certainly take us somewhere. Such a stream as this must have some outlet. This stream, said I, will take us to death and death only. The current grows swifter every hour. I've heard some old yarn of a vast opening at each of the poles, or one of them, into which the waters of the oceans pour. They fall into one and some say they go through and come out the other. Agnew laughed. That said, he has a madman's dream. In the first place, I don't believe we are approaching the south, but the north. The warmth of the climate here shows that. Yes, we are drawing north. We shall soon emerge into warm waters and bright skies. So come along and let us lose no more time. I made no further objection. There was nothing else to be done. And at the very worst, we could not be in greater danger while drifting on than in remaining behind. Soon, therefore, we were again in the boat, and the current swept us on as before. The channel was now about four miles wide. On either side arose the lofty volcanoes, vomiting forth flames and smoke with furious explosions. Vast stones were hurled up into the air from the craters. Streams of molten lava rolled down, and in intervals there fell great showers of ashes. The shores on either side were precipitous and rugged beyond all description, looking like fiery lava streams which had been arrested by the flood and cooled into gloomy overhanging cliffs. The lava rock was of a deep, dull slate color which at a distance looked black, and the blackness which thus succeeded to the whiteness of the snow behind us seemed like the funeral pall of nature. Through scenes like these we drifted on, and the volcanoes on either side of the channel towered on high with their fiery floods of lava, their incessant explosions, their fierce outbursts of flames, and overhead there rolled a dense black canopy of smoke, altogether forming a terrific approach to that unknown and awful pathway upon which we were going. So we passed this dread portal, and then there lay before us what? Was it a land of life or a land of death? Who could say? It was evening when we passed through. Night came on, and the darkness was illuminated by the fiery glow of the volcanic flames. Worn out with fatigue, we fell asleep. So the night passed, and the current bore us on until at length the morning came. We awoke, and now for the first time in many days we saw the face of the sun. The clouds had at last broken. The sky was clear, and behind us the sun was shining. That sight told us all. It showed us where we were going. I pointed to the sun. Look there, I said. There is the sun in the northern sky. Behind us. We have been drifting steadily toward the south. At this Agnew was silent, and sat looking back for a long time. There we could still see the glow of the volcanic fires, though they were now many miles away. While the sun, but lately risen, was lying on a course closer to the horizon than we had ever seen it before. We are going south, said I, to the south pole. This swift current can have but one ending. There may be an opening at the south pole, or a whirlpool like the Maelstrom. Agnew looked around with a smile. All these notions said he are dreams or theories or guesses. There is no evidence to prove them. Why trouble yourself about a guess? You and I can guess, and with better reason. For we have now, it seems, come farther south than any human being who has ever lived. Do not imagine that the surface of the earth is different at the poles from what it is anywhere else. If we get to the south pole, we shall see there what we have always seen. The open view of land or water and the boundary of the horizon. As for this current, it is a rough stream, and it evidently does an important work in the movement of the ocean waters. It pours on through vast fields of ice on its way to other oceans, where it will probably become united with new currents. Theories about openings at the poles or whirlpools must be given up. Since the Maelstrom has been found to be a fiction, no one need believe in any other whirlpool. For my own part, I now believe that this current will bear us on due south, to find ourselves in the south Pacific Ocean. So cheer up, don't be downhearted, there's still hope. We have left the ice and snow behind, and already the air is warmer. Cheer up, we may find our luck turn at any moment. To this I had no reply to make. Agnew's confidence seemed to me to be assumed and certainly did not alleviate my own deep gloom. Nor was the scene around calculated to rouse me in the slightest degree out of my despair. The channel had now lessened to a width of not more than two miles. The shores on either side were precipitous cliffs broken by occasional declivities, but all of solid rock so dark is to be almost black and evidently of volcanic origin. At times there arose rugged eminences, scarred and riven, indescribably dismal and appalling. There was not only an utter absence of life here in these abhorrent regions, but an actual impossibility of life which was enough to make the stoutest heart quail. The rocks looked like iron. It seemed a land of iron penetrated by this ocean stream which had made for itself a channel and now bore us onward to a destination which was beyond all conjecture. Through such scenes we drifted all that day. Night came and in these skies overhead there arose a brilliant display of the Aurora Australis over the north of volcanic fires glowed with intense luster. That night we slept. On awakening we noticed a change in the scene. The shores, though still black and forbidding, were no longer precipitous, but sloped down gradually to the water. The climate was sensibly milder and far away before us there arose a line of giant mountains whose summits were covered with ice and snow that gleamed white and purple in the rays of the sun. And the agno gave a cry and pointed to the opposite shore. Look, he cried, do you see? They are men! I looked and there I saw plainly some moving figures that were beyond doubt human beings. End of Chapter 3 Chapter 4 A strange manuscript found in a copper cylinder. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit www.librivox.org A strange manuscript found in a copper cylinder by James DeMille. Chapter 4 The sight of human beings thus unexpectedly found filled us with strange feelings feelings which I cannot explain. The country was still iron bound and dark and forbidding, and the stream ran on a strong current, deep, black as ink, and resistless as fate. The sky behind was lighted up by volcanic glare which still shone from afar, and in front the view was bounded by the icy heights of a mountain chain. Here was, indeed, a strange country for human habitation, and strange, indeed, were the human beings whom we saw. Shall we land, said Agnu? Oh no, said I, don't be hasty. The elements are sometimes kinder than men, and I feel safer here even in this river of death than ashore with such creatures as those. Agnu made no reply. We watched the figures on the shore. We saw them coming down, staring and gesticulating. We drew on nearer to them till we were able to see them better. A nearer view did not improve them. They were human beings, certainly, but of such an appalling aspect that they could only be likened to animated mummies. They were small, thin, shriveled, black with long-mannered hair and hideous faces. They all had long spears and wore about the waist short skirts that seemed to be made of some sea fowl. We could not imagine how these creatures lived or where. There were no signs of vegetation of any kind, not a tree or a shrub. There were no animals, but there were great flocks of birds, some of which seemed different from anything that we had ever seen before. The long spears which the natives carried might possibly be used for catching these or for fishing purposes. This thought made them seem less formidable since they would thus be instruments of food rather than weapons of war. Meanwhile, we drifted on as before and the natives watched us running along the shore abreast of us so as to keep up with the boat. There seemed over a hundred of them. We could see no signs of any habitation, no huts, however, humble, but we concluded that their abodes were further inland. As for the natives themselves, the longer we looked at them, the more abhorrent they grew. Even the wretched aborigines of Van Diemen's land, who have been classed lowest in the scale of humanity, compared to these, and the land looked worse than Tierra del Fuego. It looked like a land of iron and its inhabitants like fiends. Agnew again proposed to land, but I refused. No, said I. I'd rather starve for a week and live on hope. Let us drift on. If we go on, we may have hope if we choose, but if we land here we shall lose even that. Can we hope for anything from such things as these? Even if they prove friendly, can we live among them? To stay here is worse than death. Our only hope is to go on. Agnew made no reply and we drifted on for two hours, still followed by the natives. They made no hostile demonstrations. They merely watched us, apparently for motives of curiosity. All this time we were drawing steadily nearer to the line of lofty mountains, which with their icy crests had an impassable barrier, apparently closing up all the farther progress, nor was there any indication of any pass or any opening, however narrow, through which the great stream might run. Nothing was there but one great unbroken wall of iron cliffs and icy summits. At last we saw that the sloping shores grew steeper until, about a mile or two before us, they changed to towering cliffs that rose up on each side about a thousand feet above the water. Here the stream ran and became lost to view, as completely as though swallowed up by the earth. We can go no farther, said Agnew. See, this stream seems to make a plunge there into the mountains. There must be some deep canyon there with cataracts. To go on a certain death we must stop here if only to deliberate. Say, shall we risk it among these natives? After all, there is not perhaps any danger among them. They are little creatures and seem harmless. They are certainly not very good looking, but then, you know, appearance is often deceived and the devil is not so black as he is painted. What do you say? I suppose we can do nothing else, said I. In fact, I can see that we had reached a crisis in our fate. To go on seems certain death. To stop was our only alternative and as we were armed we should not be altogether at the mercy of these creatures. Having made this decision we acted upon it at once, for in such a current there was no time for delay. And so, seizing the oars, we brought the boat ashore. As we approached, the crowd of natives stood awaiting for us and looked more repulsive than ever. We could see the emanciation of their bony frames, their toes and fingers were like birds claws. Their eyes were small and dull and weak and sunken in cavernous hollow from which they looked at us like corpses. A horrible sight. They stood quietly, however, and without any hostile demonstration holding their spears carelessly resting upon the ground. I don't like the looks of them, said I. I think I had better fire a gun. Why, cried Agnew, for heaven's sake, man, don't hurt any of them. Oh, no, said I. I only mean to inspire a little wholesome respect. Saying this, I fired in the air. The report rang out with long echoes, and as the smoke swept away, it showed us all the natives on the ground. They had seeded themselves with their hands crossed in their laps, and they sat looking at us as before, but with no manifestation of fear or even surprise. I had expected to see them run, but there was nothing of the kind. This puzzled us. Still, there was no time now for any further hesitation. The current was sweeping us toward the chasm between the cliffs, and we had to land without delay. This we did, and as I had another barrel still loaded and a pistol, I felt that with these arms and those of Agnew we should be able to defend ourselves. It was in this state of mind that we landed, and secured the boat by means of the grappling iron. The natives now all crowded around us, making many strange gestures to understand. Some of them bowed low, others prostrated themselves. On the whole, these seemed like marks of respect, and it occurred to me that they regarded us as superior beings of some sort. It was evident that there was nothing like hostility in their minds. At the same time the closer survey which I now made of them filled me with renewed horror. Their meager frames, small watery lackluster eyes, hollow cavernous sockets, sunken cheeks, protruding teeth, claw-like fingers, and withered skins all made them look more than ever like animated mummies, and I shrank from them involuntarily as one shrinks from contact with a corpse. Agnew, however, was very different, and it was evident that he felt no repugnance whatsoever. He bowed and smiled at them and shook hands with half a dozen of them in succession. The handshaking was a new thing to them, a proper spirit, and renewed their bowels and prostrations. After this they all offered us their lances. This certainly seemed like an act of peace and goodwill. I shook my head and declined to touch them, but Agnew accepted one of them and offered his rifle in return. The one to whom he offered it refused to take it. He seemed immensely gratified because Agnew had taken his lance and the others seemed disappointed at his refusal to take theirs, but I felt my heart quake as I saw him offer his rifle and still more when he offered it to one or two others, and only regained my composure as I perceived that his offer was refused by all. They now made motions for us to follow, and we all set forth. My dear, more Agnew said cheerily, they're not a bad lot, they mean well. They can't help their looks. You're too suspicious and reserved. Let's make friends with them do as I do. I tried to, but found it impossible for my repugnance was immovable. It was like the horror which one feels toward rats, cockroaches, earwigs, or serpents. It was something that defied reason. These creatures seemed like human vermin. We marched inland for about half a mile, crossed a ridge and came to a valley, or rather a kind of hollow, at the other side of which we found a cave covering fire in front. The fire was made of coal which must exist here somewhere. It was highly bituminous and burned with a great blaze. The day was now drying to a close. Far away I could see the lurid glow of the volcanoes which grew brighter as the day declined. Above the skies twinkled with innumerable stars, and the air was filled with the moan of rushing waters. We entered the cave. As we did so, the natives heaped coal upon the fire, and the flames arose, lighting up the interior. We found here a number of women and children who looked at us without either fear or curiosity. The children looked like little dwarfs. The women were hags, hideous beyond description. One old woman in particular, who seemed to be an authority, was actually terrible in her awful and repugnive ugliness. The nightmare dream never furnished forth a more frightful object. This nightmare hagg prostrated herself before each of us with such an air of self-immolation that she looked as though she wished us to kill her at once. The rough cave, the red light of the fire all made the scene more awful, and a wild thought came to me that we had actually reached, while yet living, the infernal world, and that this was the abode of devils. Yet their actions, it must be confessed, were far from devilish. Everyone seemed eager to serve us. Some spread out couches formed of the skins of birds for us to sit on. Others attended the fire. Others offered us gifts of large and beautiful feathers, together with numerous trinkets of rare and curious workmanship. This kind of tension on their part was a great puzzle to me, and I could not help suspecting that beneath all this there must be some sinister design. Resolving to be prepared for the worst, I quietly reloaded the empty barrel of my rifle, and watched with utmost vigilance. As for Agnew, he took it all in the most unsuspicious manner. He made signs to them, shook hands with them, accepted their gifts, and even tried to do the agreeable to the formidable hags and the child fiends around him. He soon attracted the cheap attention, and while all looked admiringly upon him, I was left to languish in comparative neglect. At length a savory odor came through the cave, and a rip was spread before us. It consisted of some large foul that looked like a goose, but was twice as large as the largest turkey I had ever seen. The taste was like that of a wild goose, but rather fishy. Still, to us it seemed delicious, for our prolonged diet of raw seal had made us ready to welcome any other food whatever. And this foul, whatever it was, would not have been unwelcome to any hungry man. It was evident that these people lived on the flesh of birds of various color. All around us we saw the skins of birds dried with the feathers on and used for clothing, for mats, and for ornaments. The repast being finished, we both felt greatly strengthened and refreshed. Agnew continued to cultivate his new acquaintances, and seeing me holding back, he said, More old fellow, these good people give me to understand that there is another place better than this, and want me to go with them. Will you go? At this a great fear seized me. Don't go, I cried. Don't go. We are close by the boat here, and if anything happens we can easily get to it. Agnew laughed in my face. Why, you don't mean to tell me, said he, that you are still suspicious, and after all that dinner? Why, man, if they wanted to harm us, would they feast us in this style? Nonsense, man. Drop your suspicions and come along. I shook my head obstinately. Well, said he, if I thought there was anything in your suspicions I am confident they mean nothing but kindness, so I am going off to see the place. You'll be back again, said I. Oh, yes, said he. Of course I'll come back and sleep here. With this words he left, and nearly all the people accompanied him. I was left behind with the women and children, and about a dozen men. These men busied themselves with some work over bird skins. The women were occupied with some other work over feathers. No one took any notice of me. There did not seem to be any restraint upon me, nor was I watched in any way. Once the nightmare hag came and offered me a small roasted fowl about the size of a woodcock. I declined it, but at the same time this delicate attention certainly surprised me. I was now beginning to struggle with some success against my feelings and abhorrence, when suddenly I caught sight of something which chased away every other thought in my veins. It was something outside. At the mouth of the cave, by the fire which was still blazing bright and lighting up the scene, I saw four men who had just come to the cave. They were carrying something which I first supposed to be a sick or wounded companion. On reaching the fire they put it down, and I saw with the thrill of dismay that their burden was neither sick nor wounded, but then I saw the nightmare hag approaching it with a knife. An awful thought came to me, the crowning horror. The thought soon proved to be but too well founded. The nightmare hag began to cut, and in an instant had detached the arm of the corpse which she thrust among the coals in the very place where lately she had cooked the fowl. Then she went back for more. For a moment my brain reeled and I gasped for breath. Now I know not how. No one tried to stop me nor did anyone follow me, and for my part I was ready to blow out the brains of the first who dared to approach me. In this way I reached the open air and passed by the hag and the four men as they were busy at their awful work. But at this point I was observed and followed. A number of men and women came after me jabbering at their uncouth language and gesticulating. I warned them off angrily. They persisted and though none of them were armed yet I saw that they were unwilling to have me leave the cave and I supposed that they would try to prevent me by force. The absence of Agnew made my position a difficult one. Had it not been for this I would have burst through them and fled to the boat but as long as he was away I felt bound to wait, and though I longed to fly I could not for his sake. The boat seemed to be a haven of rest. I longed to be in her once more and drift away, even if it should be to my death. Nature was here less terrible than man and it seemed better to drown in these waters, to perish amid rocks and whirlpools than to linger here amid such horrors as these. These people were not like human beings. The vilest and lowest savages that I had ever seen were not so odious as these. A herd of monkeys would be far more congenial, a flock of wolves less abhorrent. They had the caricature of the human form. They were the lowest of humanity. Their speech was a mockery of language, their faces devilish, their kindness a cunning pretense, and most hideous of all was the nightmare hag that had prepared the cannibal repast. I could not begin hostilities for I had to wait for Agnew so I stood and looked and then walked away for a little distance. They followed me closely with eager words and gesticulations though as yet no one touched me or threatened me. Their tone seemed rather one of persuasion. After a few paces I stood still with all of them around me. The horrible repast showed plainly all that was in store for us. They received us kindly and fed us well only to devote us to the most abhorrent of deaths. Agnew in his mad confidence was only ensuring his own doom. He was putting himself completely in the power of devils who were incapable of pity and strangers to humanity. To make friends with such fiends was impossible and I felt that our only plan was to rule by terror, to seize, to slay, to conquer. But still I had to wait for him and did not dare to resort to violence while he was absent. So I waited while the savages gathered round me, contending themselves with guarding me and neither touching me nor threatening me. By the time the hag went on intend on her preparation of the horrible repast. While standing there looking, listening, waiting for Agnew I noticed many things. Far away the volcanoes blazed and the northern sky was red with a lurid light. There, too, higher up the moon was shining overhead. The sky was gleaming with stars and all over the heavens there shone the luster of the Aurora Australias brighter than I had ever seen passing the moon and illuminating all. It lighted up the haggard faces of the devils around me and it again seemed to me as though I had died and gone to the land of woe, an iron land, a land of despair, with lurid fires all aglow and faces of fear. Suddenly there burst upon my ears the report of a gun which sounded like a thunder pearl and echoed in long reverberations. At once I understood it. My fears had proved true. These savages had enticed Agnew away to destroy him. In an instant I burst through the crowd around me and ran wildly in the direction of that sound calling his name as I ran at the top of my voice. I heard a loud cry, then another report. I hurried on shouting his name in a kind of frenzy. The strange courage of these savages had already impressed me deeply. They did not fear our guns. They were all attacking him and he was alone fighting for his life. Then there was another report. It was his pistol. I still ran on, still shouted to him. At last I received an answer. He had perhaps heard me and was answering, or at any rate he was warning me. More he cried, fly, fly, fly to the boat, save yourself. Where are you? I cried as I still rushed on. Fly more, fly, save yourself. You can't save me. I'm lost. Fly for your life. Judging from his cries he did not seem far away. I hurried on. I could see nothing of him. All the time the savages followed me. None were armed, but it seemed to me that they were preparing to fling themselves upon me and overpower me with their numbers. They would capture me alive, I thought, bind me and carry me back, reserving me for a future time. I turned and waved them back. They took no notice of my gesture. Then I ran on once more. They followed. They could not run so fast as I did and so I gained on them rapidly, still shouting to Agnew. But there was no response. I ran backwards and forwards, crossing and recrossing, doubling and turning, pursued all the time by the savages. At last, enraged and in despair, I fired upon them and one of them fell. But to my dismay the others did not seem to care one wit. They did not stop for a moment, just before. My situation was now plain in all its truth. They had enticed Agnew away. They had attacked him. He had fought and had been overpowered. He had tried to give me warning. His last words had been for me to fly, to fly. Yes, for he knew well that it was better far for me to go to death through the raging torrent than to meet the fate which had fallen upon himself. For him there was now no more hope. That he was lost was plain. If he were still alive he would call to me. But his voice had been silenced for some time. All was over and that noble heart that it was stood so bravely and cheerily the rigors of the storm and the horrors of our desperate voyage had been stilled in death by the violence of miscreants. I paused for a moment. Even though Agnew was dead I could not bear to leave him. But felt as though I ought to share his fate. The savages came nearer. At their approach I hesitated no longer. That fate was too terrible. I must fly. But before I fled I turned in fury to wreak vengeance upon them for their crimes. Full of rage and despair I discharged my remaining rifle barrel into the midst of the crowd. Then I fled toward the boat. On the way I had a frightful thought that she might have been set adrift. But on approaching the place I found her just there as I had left her. The savages with her usual fearlessness still pursued. For a moment I stood on the shore with the grapple in my hand and the boat close by. And as they came near I discharged my pistol into the midst of them. Then I sprang into the boat. The swift current bore me away. And in a few minutes the crowd of pursuing demons disappeared from view. End of Chapter 4 Chapter 5 A strange manuscript found in a copper cylinder. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer please visit www.librivox.org A strange manuscript found in a copper cylinder by James DeMille. Chapter 5 The torrent sweeping under the mountains The boat drifted on. The light given by the Aurora of the low moon seemed to grow fainter. And as I looked behind I saw that the distant glow from the volcanic fires had become more brilliant in the increasing darkness. The sides of the channel grew steeper until at last they became rocky precipices rising to an unknown height. The channel itself grew narrower. Till from a width of two miles it had contracted to a tenth of those dimensions. But with this lessening width I had rushed far more swiftly. Here I drifted helplessly and saw the gloomy rocky cliffs sweep past me as I was hurled onward on the breast of the tremendous flood. I was in despair. The fate of Agnew had prepared me for my own and I was only thankful that my fate since it was inevitable would be less appalling. Death seemed certain and my chief thought now was as to the moment when it would come. I was prepared. I felt that I could meet it calmly, sternly, even thankfully. Far better was a death here amidst the roar of the waters than at the hands of those abhorrent beings by whose treachery my friend had fallen. As I went on the precipices rose higher and seemed to overhang. The channel grew narrower. The light grew fainter until at last all around me grew dark. I was floating at the bottom of a vast chasm where the sides seemed to rise precipitously for thousands of feet where neither watery flood nor rocky wall was visible and where far above I could see the line of sky between the summits of the cliffs and watch the glowing stars and as I watched them there came to me the thought that this was my last sight on earth and I could only hope that the life which was so swiftly approaching its end might live again somewhere among the glittering orbs. So I thought and with these thoughts I drifted on I cannot tell how long until at length there appeared a vast black mass where the open sky above me terminated and where the luster of the stars and the light of the heavens were all swallowed up in utter darkness. This then I thought is the end. Here amid this darkness I must make the awful plunge and find my death. I fell upon my knees in the bottom of the boat and prayed. When out there the boat drew nearer the black mass grew blacker. The current swept me on. There were no breakers. There was no phosphorescent sparkle and seething waters and no whiteness of foam. I thought that I was on the brink of some tremendous cataract a thousand times deeper than Niagara. Some fall where the waters plunged into the depths of the earth and where, gathering for the terrific descent all other movements all dashings and writhings and twistings were obliterated and lost in the one overwhelming onward rush. Suddenly all grew dark dark beyond all expression the sky above was in a moment snatched from view. I had been flung into some tremendous cavern and there on my knees with terror in my heart I waited for death. The moments passed and death delayed to come. The awful plunge was stiff put off and though I remained on my knees and waited long still the end came not. The waters seemed still the boat motionless. It was born upon the service of a vast stream a smooth as glass but who could tell how deep that stream was or how wide. At length I rose from my knees and sank down upon the seat of the boat and tried to peer through the gloom in vain. Nothing was visible. It was the very blackness of darkness. I listened but heard nothing save a deep dull droning sound which seemed to fill all the air and make it all tremulous with its vibrations. I tried to collect my thoughts. I recalled that old story which had been in my mind before this in which I had mentioned to Agnew. This was the notion that at each pole there is a vast opening that into one of them all the waters of the oceans pour themselves and after passing through the earth and out at the other pole to pass about its surface in innumerable streams it was a wild fancy which I had laughed at under other circumstances but which now occurred to me once more when I was overwhelmed with despair and my mind was weakened by the horrors which I had experienced and I had a vague fear that I had been drawn into the very channel through which the ocean waters flowed in their course to that terrific unparalleled abyss. Still there was as yet whatever of anything like a descent for the boat was on an even keel and perfectly level as before and it was impossible for me to tell whether I was moving swiftly or slowly or standing perfectly still for in that darkness there were no visible objects by which I could find out the rate of my progress and as those who go up in balloons are utterly insensible of motion so was I on the calm but swift waters. At length there came into view something which arrested my attention and grossed all my thoughts. It was faint glow that it first caught my gaze and I'm turning to see it better I saw a round red spot glowing like fire I had not seen this before. It looked like the moon when it rises from behind clouds and glows red and lurid from the horizon and so this glowed but not with the steady light of the moon for the light was fitful and sometimes flashed into a baleful brightness which soon subsided into a dimmer luster new alarm arose within me for this new sight suggested something more terrible than anything that I had thus far thought of this then I thought was to be the end of my voyage this was my goal a pit of fire into which I should be hurled would it be well I thought to wait for such a fate and experience such a death agony would it not be better for me to take my own life before I should know the worst I took my pistol and loaded it so as to be prepared but hesitated to use it until my fate should be more apparent so I sat holding my pistol prepared to use it watching the light and awaiting the time when the glowing fire should make all further hope impossible but time passed and the light grew no brighter on the contrary it seemed to grow fainter there was also another change instead of shining before me it appeared more on my left from this it went on changing its position until at length it was a stern all the time it continued to grow fainter and it seemed certain that I was moving away from it rather than toward it in the midst of this there occurred a new thought which seemed to account for this light this was that it arose from the same volcanoes which had illuminated the northern sky when I was ashore and followed me still with their glare I had been carried into this darkness through some vast opening which now lay behind me disclosing the red volcano glow and this it was that caused the roundness and resemblance of the moon I saw that I was still moving on away from that light as before and that its changing position was due to the turning of the boat as the water drifted it along now stern foremost now sideways and again bow foremost from this it seemed plainly evident that the waters had bored me into some vast cavern of unknown extent which went under the mountains a subterranean channel whose issue I could not conjecture was this the beginning of that course which should ultimately become a plunge deep down into some unutterable abyss or might I even hope to emerge again into the light of day perhaps in some other ocean some land of ice and frost in eternal night but the old theory of the flow of water through the earth had taken hold of me and could not be shaken off I knew some scientific men held the opinion that the earth's interior is a mass of molten rock and pent up fire and that the earth itself had once been a burning orb which had cooled down at the surface yet after all this was only a theory and there were other theories which were totally different as a boy I had read wild works of fiction about lands in the interior of the earth with a sun at the center which gave them the light of a perpetual day these I knew were only the creations of fiction yet after all it seemed possible that the earth might contain vast hollow spaces in its interior realms of eternal darkness caverns in comparison with which the hugest caves on the surface were but the tiniest cells I was now being born onto these in that case there might be no sudden plunge after all the stream might run on for many thousand miles through the terrific cavern gloom in accordance with natural laws and I might thus live and drift out in this darkness until I should die a lingering death of horror and despair there was no possible way of forming any estimate as to speed all was dark and even the glow behind was fading away nor could I make any conjecture whatever as to the size of the channel at the opening it had been attracted and narrow but here it might have expanded itself to miles and its vaulted top might reach almost to the summit of the lofty mountains while sight thus failed me sound was equally unavailing for it was always the same a sustained and unintermittent roar a low droning sound deep and terrible with no variations of dashing breakers or rushing rapids or falling cataracts vague thoughts of final escape came and went but in such a situation hope could not be sustained the thick darkness oppressed the soul and at length even the glow of the distant volcanoes which had been gradually diminishing grew dimmer and fainter and finally faded all together that seemed to me to be my last sight of earthly things after this nothing was left there was no longer for me such a thing as sight there was nothing but darkness perpetual and eternal night I was buried in a cavern of rushing waters to which there would be no end where I should be born onward helplessly by the resistless tide to a mysterious and appalling doom the darkness grew so intolerable that I longed for something to dispel it if only for a moment I struck a match the air was still and the flame flashed out lighting up the boat and showing the black water around me this made me eager to see more I loaded both barrels of the rifle keeping my pistol for another purpose and then fired one of them there was a tremendous report that rang in my ears like a hundred thunder volleys and rolled and reverberated far along and died away in endless echoes the flash lighted up the scene for an instant and for an instant only like the sudden lightning it revealed all around I saw a wide expanse of water black as ink a stygian pool but no rocks were visible and it seemed as though I had been carried into a subterranean sea I loaded the empty barrel and waited the flash of light had revealed nothing yet it had distracted my thoughts and the work of reloading was an additional distraction anything was better than inaction I did not wish to waste my ammunition yet I thought that an occasional shot might serve some good purpose if it was only to afford me some relief from despair and now as I sat with the rifle in my hands I was aware of a sound new exciting different altogether from the murmur of innumerable waters that filled my ears and in sharp contrast with the droning echoes of the rushing flood it was a sound that spoke of life I heard quick heavy pantings as of some great living thing and with this there came the noise of regular movements in the water and the foaming and gurgling of waves it was as though some living breathing creature were here not far away moving through these midnight waters and with this discovery there came a new fear the fear of pursuit I thought that some sea monster had scented me in my boat and it started to attack me this new fear aroused me to action it was a danger quite unlike any other which I had ever known yet the fear which it inspired was a feeling that aroused me to action and prompted me even though the coming danger might be as sure as death to rise against it and resist it to the last so I stood up with my rifle and listened with all my soul in my sense of hearing the sounds arose more plainly they had come nearer they were immediately in front I raised my rifle and took aim then in quick succession two reports thundered out with tremendous uproar and inderminable echoes but the long reverberations were unheeded in the blaze of sudden light and the vision that was revealed for their full before me I saw though but for an instant a tremendous sight it was a vast monster moving in the waters against the stream and toward the boat its head was raised high its eyes were inflamed with a baleful light its jaws opened wide bristled with sharp teeth and it had a long neck joined to the body of enormous bulk with a tail that lashed all the water into foam it was but for an instant that I saw it and then with a sudden plunge the monster dived while at the same moment always dark as before full of terror and excitement I loaded my rifle again and waited listening for a renewal of the noise I felt sure that the monster balked of his prey would return with redoubled fury and that I should have to renew the conflict I felt that the dangers of the subterranean passage and of the Russian waters had passed away and that a new peril had arisen from the assault of this monster of the deep nor was it this one alone that was to be dreaded where one was others were sure to be and if this one should pass by me it would only leave me to be assailed by monsters of the same kind I could not increase in number as I advanced farther into this realm of darkness and yet in spite of these grizzly thoughts I felt less of horror than before for the fear which I had was now associated with action and as I stood waiting for the onset and listening for the approach of the enemy the excitement that ensued was a positive relief from the dull despair into which I had sunk but a moment before yet though I waited for a new attack I waited in vain the monster did not come back either the flash and the noise had terrified him or the bullets had hit him or else in his vastness he had been indifferent to so feeble a creature as myself but whatever may have been the cause he did not emerge again out of the darkness and silence into which he had sunk for a long time I stood waiting then I sat down still watchful still listening but without any result until at length I began to think that there was no chance of any new attack indeed it seemed now as though there had been no attack at all but that the monster had been swimming at random without any thought of me in which case my rifle flashes had terrified him more than his fearful form had terrified me on the whole this incident had greatly benefited me it had roused me from my despair I grew reckless and felt a disposition to acquiesce in whatever fate might have in store for me and now worn out with fatigue and exhausted from long watchfulness and anxiety I sank down in the bottom of the boat and fell into a deep sleep end of chapter 5 Chapter 6 of a strange manuscript found in a copper cylinder this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org recording by Jimmy Anderson a strange manuscript found in a copper cylinder by James DeMille Chapter 6 The New World How long I slept I do not know my sleep was profound yet disturbed by troubled dreams which I lived over again all the eventful scenes of the past and these were all intermingled in the wildest confusion the cannibals came to us from the peak and we landed between the two volcanoes there the body of the dead sailor received us and afterward chased us to the boat then came snow and volcanic eruptions and we drifted amid icebergs and molten lava until we entered an iron portal and plunged into darkness here there were vast swimming monsters and burning orbs of fire and thunderous cataracts falling from inconceivable heights and the sweep of measurable tides and the circling of infinite whirlpools while in my ears there rang the never-ending roar of remorseless waters that came after us with all their waves and billows rolling upon us it was a dream in which all the material terrors of the past were renewed but these were all as nothing when compared with a certain deep underlying feeling that possessed my soul a sense of loss irretrievable an expectation of being doomed a drear and immeasurable danger in the midst of this I awoke it was with a sudden start and I looked all around in speechless bewilderment the first thing of which I was conscious was a great blaze of light light so lately lost and supposed to be lost forever but now filling all the universe bright brilliant glowing bringing hope and joy and gladness with all the splendor of deep blue skies the altitudinous laughter of ocean waves that danced and sparkled in the sun I flung up my arms and laughed aloud then I burst into tears and falling on my knees I thanked the almighty ruler of the skies for this marvelous deliverance rising from my knees I looked around and once more amazement overwhelmed me I saw a long line of mountains towering up to immeasurable heights their summits covered with eternal ice and snow there the sun blaze low in the sky elevated but a few degrees above the mountain crest which gleamed in gold and purple under its fiery rays the sun seemed enlarged to unusual dimensions and the mountains ran away on every side like the segment of some infinite circle at the base of the mountains lay a land all green with vegetation where cultivated fields were visible and vineyards and orchards and groves together with forests of palm and all manner of trees of every variety of hue which ran up the sides of the mountains till they reached the limits of vegetation and the regions of snow and ice here in all directions there were unmistakable signs of human life the outlines of populous cities and busy towns and hamlets roads winding far away along the plain or up the mountain sides and mighty works of industry in the shape of massive structures terrace slopes long rows of arches ponderous pyramids and battle-mended walls from the land I turned to the sea I saw before me an expanse of water intensely blue an extent so vast that never before in all my ocean voyages had anything appeared at all comparable with it out at sea wherever I had been the water had always limited the view the horizon had never seemed far away ships soon sank below it and the visible surface of the earth was thus always contracted but here to my bewilderment the horizon appeared to be removed to an immeasurable distance and raised high in the air while the waters were prolonged endlessly starting from where I was they went away to inconceivable distances and the view before me seemed like a watery declivity reaching for a thousand miles until it approached the horizon far up in the sky nor was it any delusion of the senses that caused this unparalleled spectacle I was familiar with the phenomena of the mirage and knew well that there was nothing of that kind here for the mirage always shows great surfaces of stillness or a regular vibration glassy tides and indistinct distances but here everything was sharply defined in the clear atmosphere the sky overhung a deep blue vault the waves danced and sparkled in the sun the waters rolled and foamed on every side and the fresh breeze as it blew over the ocean brought with it such exhilarating influences that it acted upon me like some reviving cordial from the works of nature I turned to those of man these were visible everywhere on the land, in cities and cultivated fields and mighty constructions on the sea floating craft which appeared wherever I turned my eyes boats like those of fishermen ships long and low, some like galleys propelled by a hundred oars others provided with one huge square sail which enabled them to run before the wind they were unlike any ships which I had ever seen for neither in the Mediterranean nor in Chinese waters were there any craft like these and they reminded me rather of those ancient galleys which I had seen in pictures I was lost in wonder as to where I was and what land this could be to which I had been brought I had not plunged into the interior of the earth but I had been carried under the mountains and had emerged again into the glad light of the sun could it be possible I thought that Agnew's hope had been realized and that I had been carried into the warm regions of the South Pacific Ocean yet in the South Pacific there could be no place like this no immeasurable expanse of waters no horizon raised mountain high it seemed like a vast basin shaped world for all around me the surface appeared to rise and I was in what looked like a depression yet I knew that the basin and the depression were an illusion and that this appearance was due to the immense extent of level surface with the environment of lofty mountains I had crossed the Antarctic circle I had been born onward for an immense distance over all the known surface of the earth no one had ever seen anything like this there were but two places where such an immeasurable plane was possible and those were at the flattened poles where I was I now knew well I had reached the Antarctic pole here the earth was flat an immense level with no roundness to lessen the reach of the horizon but an almost even surface that gave an unimpeded view for hundreds of miles the subterranean channel had rushed through the mountains and had carried me here here came all the waters of the northern ocean pouring into this vast polar sea perhaps to issue forth from it by some similar passage here then was the south pole a world by itself and how different from that terrible that iron land on the other side of the mountains not a world of ice and frost but one of beauty and light with a climate that was almost tropical warmth and lands that were covered with the rank luxuriance of a teeming vegetable life I had passed from that outer world to this inner one and the passage was from death under life from agony and despair to sunlight and splendor and joy above all in all around me that which most impressed me now was the rich and super abundant life and a warmth of air which made me think of India it was an amazing and an unaccountable thing and I could only attribute it to the flattening of the poles which brought the surface nearer to the supposed central fires of the earth and therefore created a heat as great as that of the equatorial regions here I found a tropical climate a land warm not by the sun but from the earth itself or another cause might be found in the warm ocean currents whatever the true one might be I was utterly unable to form a conjecture but I had no time for such speculations as these after the first emotions of wonder and admiration had somewhat subsided I began to experience other sensations I began to remember that I had eaten nothing for a length of time that I had no means of calculating and to look around to see if there was any way of satisfying my hunger the question arose now what was to be done after my recent terrible experience I naturally shrank from again to the tender mercies of strange tribes yet further thought and examination showed me that the people of the strange land must be very different from those frightful savages on the other side of the mountains everywhere I beheld the manifest signs of cultivation and civilization still I knew that even civilized people would not necessarily be any kinder than savages and that I might be seized and flung into hopeless imprisonment or slavery so I hesitated yet what could I do my hunger was beginning to be insupportable I had reached a place where I had to choose between starvation on the one hand or a venture among these people on the other to go back was impossible who could breast those waters in the tremendous subterranean channel or force his way back through such appalling dangers or if that were possible who could ever hope to breast those mighty currents beyond or work his way amid everlasting ice and immeasurable seas no return was impossible I had been flung into this world of wonders and here would be my home for the remainder of my days though I could not now imagine whether those days would be past in peace or in bitter slavery and sorrow yet the decision must be made and the risk must be run it must be so I must land here venture among these people and trust in that providence which had hitherto sustained me having thus resolved at all hazards to try my fate I rode in toward the shore thus far I had seen galleys passing in small boats but they had taken no notice of me for the reason that they were too far away to perceive anything about me that differed from any other boat but now as I rode I noticed a galley coming down toward me she seemed to be going in toward the shore at the very point at which I was aiming and her course and mine must soon meet if I continued to row after some hesitation I concluded to make signals to her so as to attract attention for now that I had resolved to venture among the people here I was anxious to end my suspense as soon as possible so I continued rowing and gradually drew nearer the galley was propelled by oars of which there were 50 on either side the stem was raised and covered in like a cabin at length I ceased rowing and sat watching her I soon saw that I was noticed but this did not occur to the galley was close by me so close indeed that I thought they would pass without perceiving me I raised my hands waved them and gave a cry the galley at once stopped a boat was lowered and some men descended and rode toward me they were men of strange appearance very small in stature and slender in frame their hair was black and straight their features were quite regular and their general expression was one of great gentleness I was surprised to notice that they kept their eyes almost closed as though they were weak and troubled by the glare of the sun with their half closed eyes they blinked at me and then one who appeared to be their chief spoke to me I understood not a word and then I answered him in English which of course was equally unintelligible to him I then made signs pointing to the mountains and endeavoring to make known to him that I had come from beyond them that I had suffered shipwreck that I had drifted here and that I needed assistance of all this it was quite evident that they understood nothing except the fact that I needed help the moment that they comprehended this they took me in tow and rode me back to the galley I found the galley to be about 150 feet in length for about two thirds of this length forward it was open and filled with seats where there were about a hundred rowers who all look like those that I had first seen all being of small stature slender frames and moreover all being apparently distressed by the sunlight there was in all of them the same mild and gentle expression in complexion and general outline of features they were not unlike Arabs but they were entirely destitute of that hardness and austerity which the latter have they all had beards which were dressed in a peculiar way in plates their costume varied the rowers wore a coarse tunic with a girdle of rope the officers wore tunics of fine cloth and very elegant mantles richly embroidered and with borders of down they all were broad brimmed hats and the one who seemed to be chief had on his some golden ornaments here once more I tried to explain to them who I was they looked at me examining me all over inspecting my gun pistol coat trousers boots and hat and talking all the time among themselves they did not touch me but merely showed the natural curiosity which is felt at the side of a foreigner who has appeared unexpectedly there was a scrupulous delicacy and a careful and even ceremonious politeness in their attitude toward me which was at once amazing and delightful all fear and anxiety had now left me in the gentle manners and amiable faces of these people I saw enough to assure me of kind treatment and in my deep joy and gratitude for this even my hunger was for a time forgotten at length the chief motion to me to follow him he led the way to the cabin where opening the door he entered and I followed after which the others came in also and then the door was shut I could see nothing there were no windows whatever and only one or two slight crevices through which the light came after a time my eyes grew more accustomed to the darkness and I could see that the cabin was a spacious compartment adorned with rich hangings of some unknown material there was a large table in seats taking me by the hand the chief led me to this where I seated myself while the others remain standing then some of them went away and soon returned with food and drink the food was of different kinds some tasting like goose others like turkey others like partridge it was all the flesh of fouls though judging from the slices before me they must have been of great size I wondered much at the behavior of the officers of the ship who all and the chief himself more than all stood and waited upon me but it was a new world and I suppose that this must be the fashion so I made no objection but accepted the situation and ate with a thankful heart as the first keenness of my appetite was satisfied I had more leisure to make observations I noticed that the eyes of my new friends no longer blinked they were wide open and so far as I could make them out their faces were much improved weakness of eyes seemed common among these people and therefore the officers had their cabin darkened while the unfortunate officers had to labor in the blazing sun such was my conclusion and the fact reminded me of the miserable fellowhen of Egypt who had ophthalmia from the blazing sun and burning sand after the repass they brought me water in a basin and all stood around me one held the basin another a towel another a flask another took a sponge and proceeded to wash my face in hands this was all strange to me yet there was nothing left for me but me then the chief who had stood looking on with a smile on his face took off his rich furred mantle and handed it to me I was half inclined to refuse it but was afraid of giving offense so I accepted it and he himself faceted it around my shoulders the others seemed actually to envy the chief as though he had gained some uncommon good fortune then they offered me various drinks of which I tasted several kinds some were sweet waters of different flavors others tasted like mild wine one was a fermented drink light sweet and very agreeable to the palate I now wish to show my generous entertainers that I was grateful so I raised my cup bowed to all of them particularly the chief and drank their health they all watched the ceremony with very sober faces and I could not quite make out whether they took my meaning or not they certainly did not look pleased and it seemed to me as though they felt hurt at any expression of gratitude so I concluded for the future to abstain from all such demonstrations yet with every moment the manners of these people grew more bewildering it was strange indeed for me to find myself so suddenly the center of interest and of generous intentions for a moment the thought occurred to me that they regarded me as some wonderful being with superior powers and were trying to propitiate me by these yet I soon saw that these services were not at all acts of propitiation they looked rather like those loving and profuse attentions which a family showers down upon some dear one long absent and at last returned and with this my wonder grew greater than ever the galley had long since resumed her progress I heard the steady beat of the oars as they all moved in time and it linked the motion ceased the chief then signed to me and went out I followed and the rest came after and now as I emerged from the gloom of the cabin I found myself once more in the glorious light of day and saw that we had reached the land the galley was hauled up alongside a stone quay and on the shore there were buildings and walls and trees and people the chief went ashore at once and I accompanied him we walked for some distance along a road with stone walls on either side there arose trees that from a distance had looked like palms I now found them to be giant ferns arching overhead with their broad fan-like leaves and branches and dense masses making the roadway quite dark in the shadow astonished as I was at the sight of these trees I soon forgot them in a still more astonishing sight for after going onward about a hundred paces I stopped and found myself in a wide space where four crossroads met here there were three birds of gigantic stature they had vast bodies short legs short necks and seemed as large as an ordinary size ox their wings were short and evidently could not be used for flight their beaks were like that of a seagull each one had a man on his back and was harnessed to a car the chief motioned to me to enter one of these cars I did so he followed and there upon the driver started the bird which set forth with long rapid strides at a pace fast as that of a trotting horse so astonished was I that for some time I did not notice anything else but at length when my first feeling had subsided I began to regard other objects all the way the dense fern foliage arched overhead throwing down deep shadows they grew on either side in dense rows but between their stalks you could see the country beyond which lay all bright in the sunlight here were broad fields all green with verger farther away arose clumps of tree ferns at every step of the way new vistas opened amid the verger and the foliage were the roofs of structures that looked like pavilions and more massive edifices with pyramidal roofs our road constantly ascended and at length we came to a crossing this was a wide terrace at the slope of the mountain on the lower side was a row of massive stone edifices with pyramidal roofs while on the upper there were portals which seemed to open into excavated caverns here too on either side arose the giant ferns overarching and darkening the terrace with their deep shadow from this point I looked back and through the trunks of the tree ferns I could see fields and pavilions and the pyramidal roofs of massive and broad verdant slopes while in the distance there were peeps of the boundless sea we continued on our way without stopping and past several successive terraces like the first with the same caverns on the upper side and massive edifices on the lower until at last the ascent ended at the fifth terrace and here we turned to the left now the view became more varied the tree ferns arose on either side arching overhead on my right were the portals that opened into caverns on my left solid and massive houses built of great blocks of stone with pyramidal roofs as far as I could judge I was in a city built on the slope of a mountain with its streets formed thus of successive terraces and their connecting crossways one half its habitations consisting of caverns while the other half were pavilions and massive stone structures few people however were to be seen. Occasionally I saw one or two groping along with their eyes half shut seeking the darkest shadows and it seemed to me that this extraordinary race of men had some natural and universal peculiarity of eyesight which made them shun the sunlight and seek the darkness of caves and of dense overshadowing foliage. At length we came to a place where the terrace ran back till it formed a semi-circle against the mountain slope when several vast portals appeared. Here there was a large space where the tree ferns grew in long lines crossing each other and making a denser shade than usual. On the lower side were several stone edifices of a mint size and in the middle of the place there arose a singular structure shaped like a half pyramid with three sides sloping and the fourth perpendicular flat on the top which was approached by a flight of steps. We now went on until we reached the central portal of the range of caverns and here we stopped. The chief got out and beckoned to me. I followed. He then led the way into the cavern while I, full of wonder, walked behind him. End of Chapter 6 Recording