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 in; and when the young fruit was of the bigness of an ordinary bolster; how they slipped it into a double mould of open reed…work something like the two halves of a walnut… shell; and how; growing day by day in this; it soon took every curve and line they chose to give it; even the hanging keel below; the strengthened bulwarks; and tall prow…piece。 It was so ingenious; yet simple; and I confess I laughed over my first skiff 〃on the stalk;〃 and fell to bantering the Martians; asking whether it was a good season for navies; whether their Cunarders were spreading nicely; if they could give me a pinch of barge seed; or a yacht in bud to show to my friends at home。

But those lazy people took the matter seriously enough。 They led me down green alleys arched over with huge melon…like leaves; they led me along innumerable byways; making me peep and peer through the chequered sunlight at ocean…growing craft; that had budded twelve months before; already filling their moulds to the last inch of space。 They told me that when the growing process was sufficiently advanced; they loosened the casing; and cutting a hole into the interior of each giant fruit; scooped out all its seed; thereby checking more advance; and throwing into the rind strength that would otherwise have gone to reproductive… ness。  They said each fruit made two vessels; but the upper half was always best and used for long salt…water jour… neys; the lower piece being but for punting or fishing on their lakes。  They cut them in half while still green; scraped out the light remaining pulp when dry; and dragged them down with the minimum of trouble; light as feathers; ten… acious as steel plate; and already in the form and fashion of dainty craft from five to twenty feet in length; when the process was completed。

By the time we had explored this strangest of ship… building yards; and I had seen last year's crop on the stocks being polished and fitted with seats and gear; the sun was going down; and the Martian twilight; owing to the comparative steepness of the little planet's sides; being brief; we strolled back to the village; and there they gave me harbourage for the night; ambrosial supper; and a deep draught of the wine of Forgetfulness; under the gauzy spell of which the real and unreal melted into the vistas of rosy oblivion; and I slept。




CHAPTER XI

With the new morning came fresh energy and a spasm of conscience as I thought of poor Heru and the shabby sort of rescuer I was to lie about with these pretty triflers while she remained in peril。

So I had a bath and a swim; a breakfast; and; to my shame be it acknowledged; a sort of farewell merry…go… round dance on the yellow sands with a dozen young persons all light…hearted as the morning; beautiful as the flowers that bound their hair; and in the extremity of statuesque attire。

Then at last I got them to give me a sea…going canoe; a stock of cakes and fresh water; and with many parting in… junctions how to find the Woodman trail; since I would not listen to reason and lie all the rest of my life with them in the sunshine; they pushed me off on my lonely voyage。

〃Over the blue waters!〃 they shouted in chorus as I dipped my paddle into the diamond…crested wavelets。  〃Six hours; adventurous stranger; with the sun behind you!  Then into the broad river behind the yellow sand…bar。  But not the black northward river!  Not the strong; black river; above all things; stranger!  For that is the River of the Dead; by which many go but none come back。  Goodbye!〃  And waving them adieu; I sternly turned my eyes from delights behind and faced the fascination of perils in front。

In four hours (for the Martians had forgotten in their calculations that my muscles were something better than theirs) I 〃rose〃 the further shore; and then the question was; Where ran that westward river of theirs?

It turned out afterwards that; knowing nothing of their tides; I had drifted much too far to northward; and con… sequently the coast had closed up the estuary mouth I should have entered。  Not a sign of an opening showed any… where; and having nothing whatever for guidance I turned northward; eagerly scanning an endless line of low cliffs; as the day lessened; for the promised sand…bar or inlet。

About dusk my canoe; flying swiftly forward at its own sweet will; brought me into a bight; a bare; desolate…looking country with no vegetation save grass and sedge on the near marshes and stony hills rising up beyond; with others beyond them mounting step by step to a long line of ridges and peaks still covered in winter snow。

The outlook was anything but cheering。  Not a trace of habitation had been seen for a long time; not a single living being in whose neighbourhood I could land and ask the way; nothing living anywhere but a monstrous kind of sea… slug; as big as a dog; battening on the waterside garbage; and gaunt birds like vultures who croaked on the mud…flats; and half…spread wings of funereal blackness as they gam… bolled here and there。  Where was poor Heru?  Where pink… shouldered An?  Where those wild men who had taken the princess from us?  Lastly; but not least; where was I?

All the first stars of the Martian sky were strange to me; and my boat whirling round and round on the current con… fused what little geography I might otherwise have retained。 It was a cheerless look out; and again and again I cursed my folly for coming on such a fool's errand as I sat; chin in hand; staring at a landscape that grew more and more de… pressing every mile。  To go on looked like destruction; to go back was almost impossible without a guide; and while I was still wondering which of the two might be the lesser evil; the stream I was on turned a corner; and in a moment we were upon water which ran with swift; oily smoothness straight for the snow…ranges now beginning to loom un… pleasantly close ahead。

By this time the night was coming on apace; the last of the evil…looking birds had winged its way across the red sunset glare; and though it was clear enough in mid…river under the banks; now steep and unclimbable; it was already evening。

And with the darkness came a wondrous cold breath from off the ice…fields; blowing through my lowland wrap… pings as though they were but tissue。  I munched a bit of honey…cake; took a cautious sip of wine; and though I will not own I was frightened; yet no one will deny that the cir… cumstances were discouraging。

Standing up in the frail canoe and looking around; at the second glance an object caught my eye coming with the stream; and rapidly overtaking me on a strong sluice of water。  It was a raft of some sort; and something extra… ordinarily like a sitting Martian on it!  Nearer and nearer it came; bobbing to the rise and fall of each wavelet with the last icy sunlight touching it up with reds and golds; nearer and nearer in the deadly hush of that forsaken region; and then at last so near it showed quite plainly on the purple water; a raft with some one sitting under a canopy。

With a thrill of delight I waved my cap aloft and shouted

〃Ship…ahoy!  Hullo; messmate; where are we bound to?〃

But never an answer came from that swiftly…passing stranger; so again I hailed

〃Put up your helm; Mr。 Skipper; I have lost my bearings; and the chronometer has run down;〃 but without a pause or sound that strange craft went slipping by。

That silence was more than I could stand。  It was against all sea courtesies; and the last chance of learning where I was passing away。  So; angrily the paddle was snatched from the canoe bottom; and roaring out again

〃Stop; I say; you d… lubber; stop; or by all the gods I will make you!〃  I plunged the paddle into the water and shot my little craft slantingly across the stream to inter… cept the newcomer。  A single stroke sent me into mid…stream; a second brought me within touch of that strange craft。  It was a flat raft; undoubtedly; though so disguised by flowers and silk trailers that its shape was difficult to make out。  In the centre was a chair of ceremony bedecked with greenery and great pale buds; hardly yet witheredoh; where had I seen such a chair and such a raft before?

And the riddle did not long remain unanswered。  Upon that seat; as I swept up alongside and laid a sunburnt hand upon its edge; was a girl; and another look told me she was dead!

Such a sweet; pallid; Martian maid; her fair head lolling back against the rear of the chair and gently moving to and fro with the rise and fall of her craft。  Her face in the pale light of the evening like carved ivory; and not less passion… less and still; her arms bare; and her poor fingers still closed in her lap upon the beautiful buds they had put into them。  I fairly gasped with amazement at the dreadful sweetness of that solitary lady; and could hardly believe she was really a corpse!  But; alas! there was no doubt of it; and I stared at her; half in admiration and half in fear; noting how the last sunset flush lent a hectic beauty to her face for a moment; and then how fair and ghostly she stood out against the purpling sky; how her light drapery lifted to the icy wind; and how dreadfully strange all those soft… scented flowers and trappings seemed as we sped along side by side into

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