A Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper CylinderDe Mille, James
Philosophy
A Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper Cylinder
De Mille, James
Science fiction
On and on we sped. At length we grew perfectly accustomed to the
situation, the motion was so easy and our seats were so secure. There
were no obstacles in our way, no roughness along our path; for that
pathway was the smooth air, and in such a path there could be no
interruption, no jerk or jar. After the first terror had passed there
remained no longer any necessity for holding on--we could sit and look
around with perfect freedom; and at length I rose to my feet, and
Almah stood beside me, and thus we stood for a long time, with all
our souls kindled into glowing enthusiasm by the excitement of that
adventurous flight, and the splendors of that unequalled scene.
At length the aurora light grew dim. Then came forth the stars,
glowing and burning in the black sky. Beneath there was nothing
visible but the darkness of the water, spotted with phosphorescent
points, while all around a wall of gloom arose which shut out from
view the distant shores.
Suddenly I was aware of a noise like the beat of vast wings, and these
wings were not those of our athaleb. At first I thought it was the
fluttering of a sail, but it was too regular and too long continued
for that. At length I saw through the gloom a vast shadowy form in the
air behind us, and at once the knowledge of the truth flashed upon me.
It was another monster flying in pursuit!
Were we pursued? Were there men on his back? Should I resist? I held
my rifle poised, and was resolved to resist at all hazards. Almah saw
it all, and said nothing. She perceived the danger, and in her eyes I
saw that she, like me, would prefer death to surrender. The monster
came nearer and nearer, until at last I could see that he was alone,
and that none were on his back. But now another fear arose. He might
attack our athaleb, and in that way endanger us. He must be prevented
from coming nearer; yet to fire the rifle was a serious matter. I had
once before I learned the danger of firing under such circumstances,
when my opmahera had fled in terror at the report, and did not wish to
experience the danger which might arise from a panic-stricken athaleb;
and so as I stood there I waved my arms and gesticulated violently.
The pursuing athaleb seemed frightened at such an unusual occurrence,
for he veered off, and soon was lost in the darkness.
CHAPTER XXIII
THE ISLAND OF FIRE
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