Life on other planets -- Fiction; Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Science fiction
How much longer my ship would remain afloat it was difficult to say,
and, having no means of making such repairs as would be necessary to
conserve the remaining contents of the punctured buoyancy tank, the
best that I could do was to increase my speed so that I might cover as
much distance as possible before I was forced down. The construction of
my ship was such that at high speed it tended to maintain itself in the
air with a minimum of the Eight Ray in its buoyancy tanks; yet I knew
that the time was not far distant when I should have to make a landing
in this dreary, desolate wasteland.
I had covered something in the neighborhood of two thousand haads
since I had been fired upon above Torquas, crossing what had been a
large gulf when the waters of the ocean rolled over the vast plains
that now lay moss covered and arid beneath me. Far ahead I could see
the outlines of low hills that must have marked the southwestern shore
line of the gulf. Toward the northwest the dead sea bottom extended as
far as the eye could reach, but this was not the direction I wished to
take, and so I sped on toward the hills hoping that I might maintain
sufficient altitude to cross them, but as they swiftly loomed closer
this hope died in my breast and I realized that the end of my flight
was now but a matter of moments. At the same time I discerned the ruins
of a deserted city nestling at the foot of the hills; nor was this an
unwelcome sight since water is almost always to be found in the wells
of these ancient cities, which have been kept in repair by the green
nomads of the wasteland.
By now I was skimming but a few ads above the surface of the ground.
(_Note: An ad is about 9.75 earth feet._) I had greatly diminished my
speed to avoid a serious accident in landing and because of this the
end was hastened so that presently I came gently to rest upon the ocher
vegetation scarcely a haad from the water-front of the deserted city.
III
CORNERED
My landing was most unfortunate in that it left me in plain sight of
the city without any place of concealment in the event that the ruins
happened to be occupied by one of the numerous tribes of green men who
infest the dead sea bottoms of Barsoom, often making their headquarters
in one or another of the deserted cities that line the ancient shore.
The fact that they usually choose to inhabit the largest and most
magnificent of the ancient palaces and that these ordinarily stand back
some little distance from the water-front rendered it quite possible
that even in the event that there were green men in the city I might
reach the concealing safety of one of the nearer buildings before I was
discovered by them.
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