Imaginary wars and battles -- Fiction; Nuclear warfare -- Fiction; War stories
It must be remembered that at this time men had still to spread into
enormous areas of the land surface of the globe. There were vast
mountain wildernesses, forest wildernesses, sandy deserts, and frozen
lands. Men still clung closely to water and arable soil in temperate or
sub-tropical climates, they lived abundantly only in river valleys, and
all their great cities had grown upon large navigable rivers or close
to ports upon the sea. Over great areas even of this suitable land
flies and mosquitoes, armed with infection, had so far defeated human
invasion, and under their protection the virgin forests remained
untouched. Indeed, the whole world even in its most crowded districts
was filthy with flies and swarming with needless insect life to an
extent which is now almost incredible. A population map of the world in
1950 would have followed seashore and river course so closely in its
darker shading as to give an impression that _homo sapiens_ was an
amphibious animal. His roads and railways lay also along the lower
contours, only here and there to pierce some mountain barrier or reach
some holiday resort did they clamber above 3000 feet. And across the
ocean his traffic passed in definite lines; there were hundreds of
thousands of square miles of ocean no ship ever traversed except by
mischance.
Into the mysteries of the solid globe under his feet he had not yet
pierced for five miles, and it was still not forty years since, with a
tragic pertinacity, he had clambered to the poles of the earth. The
limitless mineral wealth of the Arctic and Antarctic circles was still
buried beneath vast accumulations of immemorial ice, and the secret
riches of the inner zones of the crust were untapped and indeed
unsuspected. The higher mountain regions were known only to a
sprinkling of guide-led climbers and the frequenters of a few gaunt
hotels, and the vast rainless belts of land that lay across the
continental masses, from Gobi to Sahara and along the backbone of
America, with their perfect air, their daily baths of blazing sunshine,
their nights of cool serenity and glowing stars, and their reservoirs
of deep-lying water, were as yet only desolations of fear and death to
the common imagination.
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