That was a lot for Duare to say, and it was like a ray of sunshine in
the gloom of my despondency. That is a simile entirely earthly, for
there is no sunshine upon Venus. The relative proximity of the sun
lights up the inner cloud envelope brilliantly, but it is a diffused
light that casts no well defined shadows nor produces contrasting
highlights. There is an all pervading glow from above that blends with
the perpetual light emanations from the soil, and the resultant scene
is that of a soft and beautiful pastel.
Our captors conducted us into the forest for a considerable distance;
we marched practically all day. They spoke but seldom and then usually
in monosyllables. They did not laugh again, and for that I was
thankful. One can scarcely imagine a more disagreeable sound.
We had an opportunity to study them during this long march, and there
is a question if either of us was quite sure in his own mind as to
whether they were beast-like men or man-like beasts. Their bodies were
entirely covered with hair; their feet were large and flat, and their
toes were armed, like the fingers, with thick, heavy, pointed nails
that resembled talons. They were large and heavy, with tremendous
shoulders and necks.
Their eyes were extremely close set in a baboon-like face; so that in
some respects their heads bore a more striking similarity to the heads
of dogs than of men. There was no remarkable dissimilarity between
the males and the females, several of which were in the party; and
the latter deported themselves the same as the bulls and appeared to
be upon a plane of equality with these, carrying bows and arrows and
slings for hurling rocks, a small supply of which they carried in skin
pouches slung across their shoulders.
At last we reached an open space beside a small river where there stood
a collection of the rudest and most primitive of shelters. These were
constructed of branches of all sizes and shapes thrown together without
symmetry and covered with a thatch of leaves and grasses. At the bottom
of each was a single aperture through which one might crawl on hands
and knees. They reminded me of the nests of pack rats built upon a
Gargantuan scale.
Here were other members of the tribe, including several young, and
at sight of us they rushed forward with excited cries. It was with
difficulty that the jong and other members of the returning party kept
them from tearing us to pieces.
The former hustled us into one of their evil smelling nests and placed
a guard before the entrance, more to protect us from his fellows, I
suspect, than to prevent our escape.
The hut in which we were was filthy beyond words, but in the dim light
of the interior I found a short stick with which I scraped aside the
foul litter that covered the floor until I had uncovered a space large
enough for us to lie down on the relatively clean earth.
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