nearly every one of them. Once a month
they sleep for a full day, and it was our good fortune to stumble
by accident upon one of these occasions.
Beyond the last cave we emerged into a desolate country of snow
and ice, but found a well-marked trail leading north. The way was
boulder-strewn, as had been that south of the barrier, so that we
could see but a short distance ahead of us at any time.
After a couple of hours we passed round a huge boulder to come to
a steep declivity leading down into a valley.
Directly before us we saw a half dozen men--fierce, black-bearded
fellows, with skins the color of a ripe lemon.
"The yellow men of Barsoom!" ejaculated Thuvan Dihn, as though
even now that he saw them he found it scarce possible to believe
that the very race we expected to find hidden in this remote and
inaccessible land did really exist.
We withdrew behind an adjacent boulder to watch the actions of
the little party, which stood huddled at the foot of another huge
rock, their backs toward us.
One of them was peering round the edge of the granite mass as though
watching one who approached from the opposite side.
Presently the object of his scrutiny came within the range of my
vision and I saw that it was another yellow man. All were clothed
in magnificent furs--the six in the black and yellow striped hide
of the orluk, while he who approached alone was resplendent in the
pure white skin of an apt.
The yellow men were armed with two swords, and a short javelin
was slung across the back of each, while from their left arms hung
cuplike shields no larger than a dinner plate, the concave sides
of which turned outward toward an antagonist.
They seemed puny and futile implements of safety against an even
ordinary swordsman, but I was later to see the purpose of them and
with what wondrous dexterity the yellow men manipulate them.
One of the swords which each of the warriors carried caught
my immediate attention. I call it a sword, but really it was a
sharp-edged blade with a complete hook at the far end.
The other sword was of about the same length as the hooked instrument,
and somewhere between that of my long-sword and my short-sword.
It was straight and two-edged. In addition to the weapons I have
enumerated each man carried a dagger in his harness.
As the white-furred one approached, the six grasped their swords
more firmly--the hooked instrument in the left hand,
"My God!" he exclaimed as he hung up the receiver as one in a trance.Page 14
A bit of soft, undressed leather was caught over her left shoulder and beneath her right breast, falling upon her left side to her hip and upon the right to a metal band which encircled her leg above the knee and to which the lowest point of the hide was attached.Page 16
Often after fruitless attempts to make me understand she would hold her palm toward me, saying, "_Galu_!" and then touch my breast or arm and cry, "_Alu_, _alu_!" I knew what she meant, for I had learned from Bowen's narrative the negative gesture and the two words which she repeated.Page 23
The bullet could not fail to hit its mark! I held my breath lest I swerve the muzzle a hair by my breathing.Page 29
In his black hair.Page 30
All about, upon the ground and swarming the ledges before the entrances, were hundreds of members of the tribe.Page 37
We stumbled and fell; we sank through pure physical inability to retain our feet; but always we managed to rise at last and go on.Page 41
Here we went more slowly, lest we should be set upon by some member of the tribe.Page 42
"I am from America, a land of which you never heard, and I am seeking others of my countrymen who are in Caspak and from whom I am lost.Page 43
My rifle was at my hip at the ready.Page 48
His name is Jor, and both he and my mother came up from the beginning; but one of them, probably my mother, had completed the seven cycles" (approximately seven hundred years), "with the result that their offspring might be cos-ata-lo, or born as are all the children of your race, my Tom, as you tell me is the fact.Page 56
I am a stranger here, and--let this sink.Page 59
"She is mine," I replied, though what force it was that impelled me to say it I could not have told; but an instant later I was glad that I had spoken the words, for the reward of Ajor's proud and happy face was reward indeed.Page 63
Along the top of the palisade sharpened stakes had been driven at all sorts of angles.Page 67
As he spoke, he turned quickly away as though loath to have others see that he knew me, and at the same instant I wheeled to discover Du-seen striding rapidly after me.Page 70
I was not in love now--the very thought was preposterous.Page 75
and drop to the ground outside was the work of but a moment, or would have been but for Nobs.Page 76
I could but trust to chance.Page 80
Their forelegs were white to the knees.Page 85
He was within a pace of Ajor when Ace and I dashed between them, and I, leaning down to the left, swept my little barbarian into the hollow of an arm and up on the withers of my glorious Ace.