Symzonia: Voyage of DiscoverySeaborn, Adam, Captain
Science
Symzonia: Voyage of Discovery
Seaborn, Adam, Captain
Science fiction; Voyages, Imaginary
We spoke to each other in vain: he walked round, and surveyed my person
with eager curiosity. I did the like by him, and had abundant cause;
for the sootiest African does not differ more from us in darkness of
skin and grossness of features, than this man did from me in fairness
of complexion and delicacy of form. His arms were bare; his body was
covered with a white garment, fitted to his shape, and hanging down
to his knees. Upon his head he wore a tuft of feathers, curiously
woven with his hair, which afforded shade to his forehead and was a
guard for his head against the rain. There was no appearance of any
weapon about either him or any of the others.
Having both satisfied our eyes, I again endeavoured to make myself
intelligible to him; and, by the aid of signs, succeeded so far as to
convince him that I came in peace, and meant no harm to any one. He
pointed to the building, which I took as an invitation to go in,
and walked towards the portico, with the Internal by my side.
The fair skinned people by whom I was now surrounded, kept at a
respectful distance from me. They formed a circle, and sat down
upon their feet, with their bodies perfectly upright, and invited
me to do the same. I admired the firmness of knee and strength of
muscle which enabled them to make such a posture easy and pleasant,
but took my seat on the floor cross-legged, like a Turk. Several of
the principal men of the party seated themselves near me, and moved
nearer and further off, as occasion required, with great facility,
and without changing their sitting posture.
An amusing scene now occurred, while we endeavoured to communicate our
thoughts and wishes to one another. I shoved up the sleeve of my coat,
to show them, by the inside of my arm, (which was always excluded from
the sun,) that I was a white man. I am considered fair for an American,
and my skin was always in my own country thought to be one of the
finest and whitest. But when one of the internals placed his arm,
always exposed to the weather, by the side of mine, the difference
was truly mortifying. I was not a white man, compared with him.
I gave them to understand that I wanted food and drink, and immediately
some delicious fruits, and a large bowl of excellent milk, were placed
before me, which I ate with much satisfaction and an eager appetite,
to the great amusement of the spectators, who seemed astonished at
the enormous quantity I took. I afterwards learnt, that what they
set before me was sufficient for ten of these temperate beings.
The result of this interview was an understanding between us, that
learning each others languages would be the first essential step
towards an intercourse between us; and for that purpose two persons
were promptly singled out from the crowd, who took their seats by
my side, with a writing apparatus, composed of some very delicate
white leaves, more like sheets of very white ivory than like paper,
and pencils which made a deep green mark.
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