East and West -- Fiction; Giants -- Fiction; Science fiction
We were perhaps two thirds of the way up when the moon appeared. Its
light didn't penetrate very far into the dense foliage, but it did
enable us to make out the top of the mountain, which took the form of a
vine covered outcrop of lava. We altered our course slightly, and at
9:50 P.M. the forest fell away and we faced a rough wall of rock some
two hundred feet in height.
Before tackling this last obstacle, we paused for a rest and some hot
coffee from the thermos which was included in our equipment. Then, at
five minutes past ten, we started the final ascent.
The cliff proved to be more of a climb than we had anticipated, and the
time was close to eleven before we pulled ourselves up over the last
boulder and could look across the crater to the other rim.
The last few feet we negotiated with the greatest caution. Martin, I
think, was first, and he pulled himself on his belly across to the
beginning of the inner slope. He lay quietly for a half minute, then
muttered something under his breath which sounded vaguely like "I'll be
damned", and made way for Baker, who was next. I squeezed in beside him,
and so we got a look into the crater at the same time. Baker, being a
very self-contained man, made no audible comment, but I must have, for
the sight which met our eyes was certainly the last thing I had expected
to see.
The crater of Mount Kosan was filled with steel and concrete structures
of gargantuan size, and of the most amazing shapes I had ever seen. I
say amazing, but I do not mean in the sense of unfamiliar, on the
contrary these incredible objects had the commonest shapes. Had it not
been for trees and normal buildings to give the scene a scale, I would
have sworn that we were looking into a picnic grounds a hundred feet
across instead of a two mile diameter plain ringed by mountains 2,000
feet high. The buildings seen in the aerial photo occupied only a small
part of the crater--all of the other structures must have been concealed
by clouds.
* * * * *
Directly below our perch the rim dropped vertically into deep
shadows, as the moonlight reached but half the crater. A thousand yards
west of us, where the light first touched the floor, we could make out
several clumps of brush or small trees, among which was set a
rectangular concrete surface measuring perhaps four hundred feet square,
and resting on hundred foot steel columns. Near this, and partly
supported by the side of the mountain was what appeared to be a great
table, of roughly the same area, but standing on trussed columns the
height of a thirty story building. In front of this was a chair, if by
chair you understand me to mean a boxlike building twenty stories high,
with a braced back rising as far again. A half mile along the rim was an
even larger structure whose dimensions could only be measured in
fractions of miles, which resembled nothing more than a vast shed built
against the cliff.
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