Of odors and scents there were plenty—most of them very delightful
flower perfumes which the wind brought to us from the other side of the
mountain ranges ahead. Occasionally a very disagreeable one would come,
mixed up with the pleasant scents. But none of them, except that of the
moon-bells the moth had brought with us, could we recognize.
On and on we went for miles, crossing ridge after ridge and still no
glimpse did we get of the Doctor’s tree. Of course crossing the ranges
was not nearly as hard traveling as it would have been on Earth. Jumping
and bounding both upward and downward was extraordinarily easy. Still we
had brought a good deal of baggage with us and all of us were pretty
heavy-laden; and after two and a half hours of travel we began to feel a
little discouraged. Polynesia then volunteered to fly ahead and
reconnoiter but this the Doctor was loath to have her do. For some
reason he wanted us all to stick together for the present.
[Illustration: “_Jumping was extraordinarily easy_”]
However, after another half hour of going he consented to let her fly
straight up so long as she remained in sight, to see if she could spy
out the tree’s position from a greater height.
THE THIRD CHAPTER
Thirst!
So we rested on our bundles a spell while Polynesia gave an imitation of
a soaring vulture and straight above our heads climbed and climbed. At
about a thousand feet she paused and circled. Then slowly came down
again. The Doctor, watching her, grew impatient at her speed. I could
not quite make out why he was so unwilling to have her away from his
side but I asked no questions.
Yes, she had seen the tree, she told us, but it still seemed a long way
off. The Doctor wanted to know why she had taken so long in coming down
and she said she had been making sure of her bearings so that she would
be able to act as guide. Indeed, with the usual accuracy of birds, she
had a very clear idea of the direction we should take. And we set off
again, feeling more at ease and confident.
The truth of it was of course that seen from a great height, as the tree
had first appeared to us, the distance had seemed much less than it
actually was. Two more things helped to mislead us. One, that the Moon
air, as we now discovered, made everything look nearer than it actually
was in spite of the soft dim light. And the other was that we had
supposed the tree to be one of ordinary earthly size and had made an
unconscious guess at its distance in keeping with a fair-sized oak or
elm. Whereas when we did actually reach it we found it to be
unimaginably huge.
[Illustration: “_It was different from any tree I have ever seen_”]
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