Through the crater's rimVerrill, A. Hyatt (Alpheus Hyatt)
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Through the crater's rim
Verrill, A. Hyatt (Alpheus Hyatt)
Central America -- Fiction; Explorers -- Fiction
Panting, unseeing, I reached the projection, ducked behind it, and to
my amazement and unspeakable delight, found myself in a narrow canyon
or defile, like a huge cleft in the face of the precipice.
Here was safety for a time. The terrible man-eating trees could not
enter, and striving only to put a greater distance between myself and
the vegetable demons I never slackened my pace as I turned and sped up
the canyon.
Narrower and narrower it became. Far above my head the rocky walls
leaned inward, shutting out the light until soon it was so dim and
shadowy that, through sheer necessity, I was forced to stop running
and to pick my way carefully over the masses of rock that strewed the
canyon’s floor. Presently only a narrow ribbon of sky was visible
between the towering walls of the pass. Then this was blotted out and
I found myself in the inky blackness of a tunnel—an ancient
watercourse—leading into the very bowels of the mountain.
But there was no use in hesitating. Anything was preferable to the
cannibal trees, and groping my way I pressed on. Winding and twisting,
turning sharply, the passageway led, ever ascending steeply and taxing
my exhausted muscles and overwrought system to the utmost. Then, far
ahead, I heard the faint sound of dripping, falling water and with joy
at thought of burying my aching head in the cold liquid, and of easing
my parched, dry throat, I hurried, stumbling, through the tunnel.
At last, I saw a glimmer of light in the distance and in it the
sparkle of the water. Before me was the end of the tunnel and sunlight
and with a final spurt of speed I rushed towards it. Then, just as I
gained the opening, and so suddenly and unexpectedly that he seemed to
materialize from thin air, a man rose before me.
Unable to check my speed, too thunderstruck at the apparition to halt,
I dashed full into him and together we rolled head over heels upon the
ground.
I have said he was a man. But even in that brief second that I
glimpsed him, before I bowled him over, I realized that he was unlike
any man I or anyone else had ever seen. Barely three feet in height,
squat, with enormous head and shoulders, he stood shakily upon the
tiniest of bandy legs and half supported his weight by his enormously
long muscular arms. Had it not been that he was partly clothed and
that his face was hairless, I should have thought him an ape. And now,
as I picked myself up and stared at him, my jaws gaped in utter
amazement. The fellow was running from me at top speed upon his hands,
his feet waving and swaying in the air!
So utterly dumbfounded was I at the sight that I stood there silently
gazing after the strange being until he vanished behind a clump of
bushes. Then as it dawned upon me that no doubt there were others
near, and, that as he had shown no sign of hostility, they were likely
peaceable, I hurried after him.
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