Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider), 1856-1925. She -- Parodies, imitations, etc.
How to escape from our perilous position on the banks of a pestilential
stream, haunted by catawampodes and other fell birds of prey, now
became a subject for consideration. Our object, of course, was to reach
the people of the Lo-grollas, through whose region, according to the
prophecy, we must pass before finding the Magician that should guide us
to the mummy. Our perplexity was only increased by the discovery that
we were surrounded on every side by the walls and houses of a gigantic
city. Stealing out by the canal as we had entered, we found to our
comfort that this must be the very city mentioned by Theodolitê. As the
seeress had declared, a deep and noisome night always prevailed, only
broken here and there as a wanderer scratched one of Bryant & May's
matches and painfully endeavoured to decipher the number on the door of
his house. The streets, moreover, were strewn and interwoven with long
strings of iron fallen from the sky.
'_The people who wire themselves with wires_,' whispered Leonora; 'what
do you think of my interpretation _now_?'
'I shall inquire,' I answered, and I _did_ inquire for the land of the
Lo-grollas, but in vain.
Happily we chanced to meet an old man, clothed in a whitish robe of
some unknown substance, not unlike paper. This fluttering vesture was
marked with strange characters, in black and red, which Leonora was
able to interpret. She read them thus. They were but fragmentary.
[Illustration:
+-----------------------+
| SP" "AL |
| |
| VORCE C"SE. |
| |
| WAR "" "URKEY. |
| |
| P"L ""LL ""ZETTE. |
+-----------------------+
]
On the fragments the words, 'Tragedy,' 'Awful Revelations,' 'Purity,'
and other apparently inconsistent hieroglyphics might be deciphered.
He had a large and ragged staff; on his back he carried a vast Budget,
and he was always asking everybody, 'Won't you put something in the
Budget?'
'Father,' said Leonora, in a respectful tone, 'canst thou tell us the
way to the land of the people called Lo-grolla, and the place of the
Rolling of Logs.'
He stroked his beautiful white beard, and smiled faintly.
'Indeed, child, we not only know it, but ourselves discovered it and
wrote it up--we mean, sent our representative,' he answered.
It was a peculiarity of this man that he always spoke, like royalty, in
the first person plural.
'And if a daughter may ask,' said Leonora, 'what is the name of my
father?'
Stedfastly regarding her, he answered, 'Our name is Pellmelli.'
'And whither go we, my father?'
'That you shall see--as soon, that is, as the fog lifts, or as our
representative has made interest with a gas company.'
With these words he furnished an unequalled supply of litter, which
came, he said, 'from the office,' where there was plenty, and we were
borne rapidly in a westward direction.
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