Adrift in the Unknown; or, Queer Adventures in a Queer RealmCook, William Wallace
Science
Adrift in the Unknown; or, Queer Adventures in a Queer Realm
Cook, William Wallace
Science fiction
"How is it, professor," said I, "that your anti-gravity compound remains
in a liquid state in an open cask? I should think its inherent energy
would cause it to fly upward _en masse_."
"I can demonstrate that by means of an algebraic formula," said he.
"Are you acquainted with algebra?"
"No," I answered humbly.
"Then," he went on disappointedly, "I fear you will have to remain in
ignorance. You must rest content with the evidence of your senses,
since an explanation in terms you can understand is impossible."
And thus the matter rested. When we were so far recovered as to be able
to rise, we made an attempt to step over the ring that hemmed us in, but
were shocked by the same unseen power I had already encountered, and
driven back.
"See with what weapons nature has provided these people!" murmured the
professor. "Throughout the universe everywhere you will find, Mr. Munn,
that Nature takes care of her own. Ah, here comes Captain Goldman!
Retainers follow, and they are bringing—now, what are they bringing?
Why, as I live, they have manufactured a couple of large word-boxes.
Evidently we are to be taught the use of them."
The professor was right. Ever since our disastrous attempt to regain
the surface we had been tabooed by the inhabitants of the country.
"Captain Goldman," as my companion referred to the little man who had
used his mysterious baton with such telling effect, was crossing the
fields toward us, followed by six of his countrymen bearing the talking
machines. As a precautionary measure, the captain carried his weapon.
Arriving at the ring, Captain Goldman reversed the baton and with the
black tip of it cut an imaginary doorway for himself in the air. He then
stepped through and joined us, without shock or resistance.
Thus, by means to us inexplicable, he broke the power of the circle at a
given point. The others followed him through the entrance he had
cleared.
Wielding the baton with two of his hands, Captain Goldman began
manipulating his word-box with the other two. He was not addressing us,
however, but those who had come with him.
Three of his followers advanced to me with one of the machines, while
the remaining three conveyed a machine to the professor. At once our
instruction in the art of mechanical speech began.
It is not my intention to burden the readers with the details of our
lessons, although a few remarks under this head may not be out of place.
As to the word-box itself, it had seven keys. This made it somewhat
difficult for a five-fingered creature to operate with any great degree
of fluency, although the professor did get so he could peg out his ideas
at a remarkable rate.
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