A Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper Cylinder — John Shaqi
A Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper CylinderDe Mille, James
Philosophy
A Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper Cylinder
De Mille, James
Science fiction
My eager desire now was to learn her language, and I resolved at once
to acquire as many words and phrases as possible. I began by asking
the names of things, such as "seat," "table," "mat," "coat," "hat,"
"shoe," "lamp," "floor," "wall," and all the common objects around.
She gave all the names, and soon became so deeply interested that her
sadness departed, and the smile came back once more. For my own part,
I was always rather quick at learning languages. I had a correct ear
and a retentive memory; in my wanderings round the world I had picked
up a smattering of many languages, such as French, Italian, Spanish,
Arabic, German, Hindoostanee, and a few others. The words which I
learned from Almah had a remote resemblance to Arabic; and, in fact,
my knowledge of Arabic was actually of some assistance, though how it
was that these people should have a language with that resemblance
was certainly a mystery, and I did not try to solve it. The beautiful
Almah soon grew immensely interested in my efforts to learn, and also
in the English words which I gave when I pointed to any object.
Thus I pointed to myself, and said "Man," then pointing to her, I
said, "Woman." She laughed, and pointing to me said "Iz," and pointing
to herself said, "Izza." Then I pointed to the row of lights, and
said "Light;" she did the same, and said, "Or." Then her face grew
mournful, and she pointed to me, saying "Atam-or." It struck me then
that there was some chance resemblance between "or," the word meaning
"light," and one of the syllables of my name as she pronounced it, and
that this might cause her sadness; but as I could make out nothing of
this, I dismissed the thought, and went on with my questions. This
took up the time, until at length someone appeared who looked like a
servant. He said something, whereupon Almah arose and beckoned to me
to follow. I did so, and we went to a neighboring apartment, where
there was spread a bounteous repast. Here we sat and ate, and Almah
told me the names of all the dishes. After dinner we returned to the
room.
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