Mars (Planet) -- Fiction; Martians -- Fiction; Science fiction
But the man was a big fellow, and with nostrils plugged, and eyes
averted from the deadly glamour, he seized me by the collar and threw
me back. Three times I tried, three times he hurled me down, far too
faint and absorbed to heed the personal violence. Then standing
between us, "Look," he said, "look and learn."
He had killed a small ape that morning, meaning later on to take its
fur for clothing, and this he now unslung from his shoulder, and
hitching the handle of his axe into the loose skin at the back of its
neck, cautiously advanced to the witch plant, and gently hoisted the
monkey over the blue palings. The moment its limp, dead feet touched
the golden pool a shudder passed through the plant, and a bird
somewhere far back in the forest cried out in horror. Quick as
thought, a spasm of life shot up the tendrils, and like tongues of blue
flame they closed round the victim, lapping his miserable body in their
embrace. At the same time the petals began to rise, showing as they
did so hard, leathery, unlovely outer rinds, and by the time the
woodman was back at my side the flower was closed.
Closer and closer wound the blue tendrils; tighter and tighter closed
the cruel petals with their iron grip, until at last we heard the ape's
bones crackling like dry firewood; then next his head burst, his brains
came oozing through the crevices, while blood and entrails followed
them through every cranny, and the horrible mess with the overflow of
the chalice curled down the stem in a hundred steaming rills, till at
last the petals locked with an ugly snap upon their ghastly meal, and I
turned away from the sight in dread and loathing.
That was plant Number One.
Plant Number Two was of milder disposition, and won a hearty laugh for
my friendly woodman. In fact, being of a childlike nature, his success
as a professor of botany quite pleased him, and not content with
answering my questions, he set to work to find new vegetable surprises,
greatly enjoying my wonder and the sense of importance it gave him.
In this way we came, later on in the day, to a spot where herbage was
somewhat scantier, the grass coarse, and soil shallow. Here I espied a
tree of small size, apparently withered, but still bearing a few
parched leaves on its uppermost twigs.
"Now that," quoth the professor, "is a highly curious tree, and I
should like you to make a close acquaintance with it. It grows from a
seed in the course of a single springtime, perishes in the summer; but
a few specimens stand throughout the winter, provided the situation is
sheltered, as this one has done. If you will kindly go down and shake
its stem I believe you will learn something interesting."
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