The Germ Growers: An Australian story of adventure and mysteryPotter, Robert
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The Germ Growers: An Australian story of adventure and mystery
Potter, Robert
Science fiction, Australian
We made for this particular spot not only because it was the shadiest
but because it seemed to have a fresher and greener look than the rest
of the hill; and our delight was great when upon reaching it, and
after poking about a little while, we found a large basin or pond of
water surrounded and shut off by rocks. It was nearly elliptical in
shape but rather elongated: about thirty feet by ten. The water seemed
at first as if it issued from the earth, but on closer inspection we
had little doubt that it was due altogether to the rainfall
percolating through the cliffs from the heights above.
Here we sat and refreshed ourselves for an hour or so before
consulting as to our further progress.
It was later than we had reckoned on, for the journey to the hill had
taken a longer time than we thought it would take; so we resolved to
decide nothing further until the morning.
We chose not to light a fire although we knew by experience that the
middle of the night would be very cold. We told ourselves that though
we had seen no sign of any more natives there were probably some
about, and therefore that it was better not to light a fire. Our
prevailing reason, however, was an indefinite sense of dread which had
come upon us and which we confessed to one another as we sat and ate.
We chose to attribute this dread to the strange and threatening shape
of the hill as we approached it. Yet as we looked about us now we
could not but acknowledge that we had seen many more awful cliffs and
precipices without any of the unreasonable feeling which we could not
but confess to now. A little while before sunset I noticed something
which I tried to tell myself was most likely nothing, but which,
nevertheless, increased this indefinite fear into a sense almost of
horror.
The sky was perfectly cloudless, but for all that the shadow of a
cloud fell on the ground quite near. The sun was very low and the
shadows were nearly at their longest, and yet about this there was a
shapeliness too definite for a cloud, a sort of shapeliness which
might have reminded me at once of those other shadows of which I have
told you, and yet it did not then remind me of them. It was the same
sort of shadow, only elongated by the setting sun. It passed away very
rapidly and I said nothing of it to my companion who was dozing.
Indeed, I felt the same unaccountable unwillingness to speak of it
that I felt when I had seen the like of it before.
Next morning we awoke early, and found to our great delight a second
well of water higher up the cliff. It was very much smaller—only a few
feet across, but it was purer; and we determined if we remained long
here to reserve it for drinking and to bathe in the larger one.
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