The Devolutionist and the EmancipatrixFlint, Homer Eon
Science
The Devolutionist and the Emancipatrix
Flint, Homer Eon
Life on other planets -- Fiction; Science fiction
In an hour or two she reached the head of a small stream. Hurrying
down its banks as rapidly as its undergrowth would permit, Rolla
followed its course as it bent, winding and twisting, in the
direction which had always been north to her, but which the sun
plainly labeled "south." Certainly the sun mounted steadily toward
the zenith, passing successively through the positions corresponding
to four, three and two o'clock, in a manner absolutely baffling.
About noon she came out of the canon into the foothills. Another
brief rest, and from the top of a knoll she found herself looking
upon a valley about the size of the one she called "home."
Otherwise, it was very different. For one thing, it was far better
watered; nowhere could she see the half-dried brownishness so
characteristic of her own land. The whole surface was heavily grown
with all manner of vegetation; and so far as she could see it was
all absolutely wild. There was not a sign of cultivation.
Keeping to the left bank of the river, a much broader affair than
any she had seen before, Rolla made her way for several miles with
little difficulty. Twice she made wide detours through the thicket,
and once it was necessary to swim a short distance; the stream was
too deep to wade. The doctor watched the whole affair, purely as a
matter of professional interest.
"She is a magnificent specimen physically," he said in his
impersonal way, "and she shows none of the defects of the African
savages."
And such was his manner, in speaking of his distant "patient," that
Billie took it entirely as a matter of course, without the slightest
self-consciousness because of Van Emmon and Smith.
All this while Rolla had been intent, as before, upon finding some
of the coveted crystals. She had no luck; but presently she
discovered something decidedly worth while--a fallen tree trunk, not
too large, and near enough to the bank to be handled without help. A
few minutes later she was floating at ease, and making decidedly
better time.
A half-hour of this-during which she caught glimpses of many
animals, large and small, all of which fled precipitately--and she
rounded a sharp bend in the stream, to be confronted with a sight
which must have been strange indeed to her. Stretching across the
river was--a network of rusty wire, THE REMAINS OF A REINFORCED
CONCRETE BRIDGE.
There was no doubt of this. On each bank was a large, moss-grown
block of stone, which the doctor knew could be nothing else than the
old abutments. Seemingly there had been only a single span.
The woman brought the log to the shore, and examined the bridge
closely. Instinctively she felt that the structure argued a high
degree of intelligence, very likely human. A little hesitation, and
then she beached her log, ascended the bank, and looked upon the
bridge from above.
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