tired apathy born of long sorrow
and hopelessness, which even this cruel blow could scarcely awake to
My little son is crying for nourishment--O Alice, Alice, what shall I
And as John Clayton wrote the last words his hand was destined ever to
pen, he dropped his head wearily upon his outstretched arms where they
rested upon the table he had built for her who lay still and cold in
the bed beside him.
For a long time no sound broke the deathlike stillness of the jungle
midday save the piteous wailing of the tiny man-child.
In the forest of the table-land a mile back from the ocean old Kerchak
the Ape was on a rampage of rage among his people.
The younger and lighter members of his tribe scampered to the higher
branches of the great trees to escape his wrath; risking their lives
upon branches that scarce supported their weight rather than face old
Kerchak in one of his fits of uncontrolled anger.
The other males scattered in all directions, but not before the
infuriated brute had felt the vertebra of one snap between his great,
A luckless young female slipped from an insecure hold upon a high
branch and came crashing to the ground almost at Kerchak's feet.
With a wild scream he was upon her, tearing a great piece from her side
with his mighty teeth, and striking her viciously upon her head and
shoulders with a broken tree limb until her skull was crushed to a
And then he spied Kala, who, returning from a search for food with her
young babe, was ignorant of the state of the mighty male's temper until
suddenly the shrill warnings of her fellows caused her to scamper madly
But Kerchak was close upon her, so close that he had almost grasped her
ankle had she not made a furious leap far into space from one tree to
another--a perilous chance which apes seldom if ever take, unless so
closely pursued by danger that there is no alternative.
She made the leap successfully, but as she grasped the limb of the
further tree the sudden jar loosened the hold of the tiny babe where it
clung frantically to her neck, and she saw the little thing hurled,
turning and twisting, to the ground thirty feet below.
With a low cry of dismay Kala rushed headlong to its side, thoughtless
now of the danger from Kerchak; but when she gathered the wee, mangled
form to her bosom life had left it.
With low moans, she sat cuddling the body to her;
The inadequate boat finally arrived at a precarious landing, the natives, waist-deep in the surf, assisting.Page 1
We are ship-builders.Page 8
seemed to me at the time that I had lain awake for days, instead of hours.Page 11
I saw and realized these things even as I was leaping into the pilot-house and grasping the wheel, standing astride the dead body of the helmsman.Page 17
to submerge.Page 18
Benson's sorter slow in the head, an' he never puts two an' two together till some one else has made four out of it.Page 19
"We still have the compass and the sun," said Olson.Page 20
of evidencing guilty knowledge of the catastrophe.Page 22
We could not lie there in the middle of the Atlantic and starve to death if there was any way out of it.Page 31
I clung to the wireless mast, while the great waves surged sometimes completely over me.Page 33
"Peru!" snorted Olson.Page 38
This, he said, would account for its heat; but even as he spoke a bush, covered thickly with leaves and flowers, bubbled to the surface and floated off astern.Page 44
Olson was looking up, and seeing what was poking about in the tower, ran for an ax; nor did he hesitate a moment when he returned with one, but.Page 51
The creature appeared to be a great lizard at least ten feet high, with a huge, powerful tail as long as its torso, mighty hind legs and short forelegs.Page 54
There was one among the lot, evidently the leader of them, who bore a close resemblance to the so-called Neanderthal man of La Chapelle-aux-Saints.Page 68
I should say that they were a little higher in the scale of evolution than Ahm, possibly occupying a place of evolution between that of the Neanderthal man and what is known as the Grimaldi race.Page 77
In the instant that the others of the party stood in mute and inactive surprise, I unslung my rifle--which, carelessly, I had been carrying across my back; and when they charged, as I felt they would, I put a bullet in the forehead of one of them.Page 82
Strewn along the ground were a score of mute and horrible suggestions of what had taken place during my absence--bones picked clean of flesh, the bones of manlike creatures, the bones of many of the tribe of Sto-lu; nor in any cave was there sign of life.Page 83
The wind is off-shore; the tide is running out; perhaps it will be carried into one of those numerous ocean-currents which sweep perpetually from pole to pole and from continent to continent, to be deposited at last upon some inhabited shore.Page 87
No human agency could have married us more sacredly than we are wed.