We had a strong gale for a considerable time, and eventually dropped
Hooja's fleet so far astern that we could no longer discern them. And
then--ah, I shall never forget that moment--Dian sprang to her feet
with a cry of "Land!"
Sure enough, dead ahead, a long, low coast stretched across our bow.
It was still a long way off, and we couldn't make out whether it was
island or mainland; but at least it was land. If ever shipwrecked
mariners were grateful, we were then. Raja and Ranee were commencing
to suffer for lack of food, and I could swear that the latter often
cast hungry glances upon us, though I am equally sure that no such
hideous thoughts ever entered the head of her mate. We watched them
both most closely, however. Once while stroking Ranee I managed to get
a rope around her neck and make her fast to the side of the boat. Then
I felt a bit safer for Dian. It was pretty close quarters in that
little dugout for three human beings and two practically wild,
man-eating dogs; but we had to make the best of it, since I would not
listen to Juag's suggestion that we kill and eat Raja and Ranee.
We made good time to within a few miles of the shore. Then the wind
died suddenly out. We were all of us keyed up to such a pitch of
anticipation that the blow was doubly hard to bear. And it was a blow,
too, since we could not tell in what quarter the wind might rise again;
but Juag and I set to work to paddle the remaining distance.
Almost immediately the wind rose again from precisely the opposite
direction from which it had formerly blown, so that it was mighty hard
work making progress against it. Next it veered again so that we had
to turn and run with it parallel to the coast to keep from being
swamped in the trough of the seas.
And while we were suffering all these disappointments Hooja's fleet
appeared in the distance!
They evidently had gone far to the left of our course, for they were
now almost behind us as we ran parallel to the coast; but we were not
much afraid of being overtaken in the wind that was blowing. The gale
kept on increasing, but it was fitful, swooping down upon us in great
gusts and then going almost calm for an instant. It was after one of
The Land that Time Forgot By Edgar Rice Burroughs Chapter 1 It must have been a little after three o'clock in the afternoon that it happened--the afternoon of June 3rd, 1916.Page 5
"I--I--" I stammered, moving away and stumbling over the next thwart.Page 7
Chapter 2 Toward morning, I must have dozed, though it.Page 8
A lump came into my throat--for her sake rather than for mine.Page 9
Our momentum had carried us a little beyond the enemy craft, but we were turning now on the arc of a circle that would bring us alongside her.Page 12
I fell heavily upon him, but was upon my feet in the instant.Page 13
I was to learn for myself that this slender and seemingly delicate creature possessed the heart and courage of a warrior.Page 17
The night before the repairs were completed, the sentry came to my room and awoke me.Page 19
"You slept well last night?" I asked.Page 22
" I told him to do so; and then I set to work improvising a crude sextant with which we finally took our bearings in a rough and most unsatisfactory manner; for when the work was done, we did not know how far from the truth the result might be.Page 23
With Olson and a couple of the Englishmen I boarded the ship, and from her cargo selected what we needed--oil, provisions and water.Page 36
A little later he sat down upon his haunches, raised his muzzle to the heavens and bayed forth a most dismal howl.Page 41
nerves strained to the snapping-point every instant.Page 50
Our first concern was to fill the water tanks of the U-33 with fresh water, and that having been accomplished, we set.Page 60
She has learned to speak it, and so have I, to some extent.Page 64
I may never see her again; she may not know how I love her--she may question, she may doubt; but always true and steady, and warm with the fires of love my heart beats for the girl who said that night: "I love you beyond all conception.Page 65
Though I knew she could not be in camp, I searched every square inch of the compound and all the buildings, yet without avail.Page 71
Take Tsa's hole, which lies above you.Page 85
It was Kho of the tribe of Tsa, the hatchet-men.Page 86
It recalled me from the forgotten eon to which my brain had flown and left me once again a modern man battling with a clumsy, unskilled brute.