文档介绍：At the Earth's Core
At the Earth's Core
by Edgar Rice Burroughs
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At the Earth's Core
PROLOGUE
In the first place please bear in mind that I do not expect you to
believe this story. Nor could you wonder had you witnessed a recent
experience of mine when, in the armor of blissful and stupendous
ignorance, I gaily narrated the gist of it to a Fellow of the Royal
Geological Society on the occasion of my last trip to London.
You would surely have thought that I had been detected in no less a
heinous crime than the purloining of the Crown Jewels from the Tower, or
putting poison in the coffee of His Majesty the King.
The erudite gentleman in whom I confided congealed before I was half
through!--it is all that saved him from exploding--and my dreams of an
Honorary Fellowship, gold medals, and a niche in the Hall of Fame faded
into the thin, cold air of his arctic atmosphere.
But I believe the story, and so would you, and so would the learned
Fellow of the Royal Geological Society, had you and he heard it from the
lips of the man who told it to me. Had you seen, as I did, the fire of truth
in those gray eyes; had you felt the ring of sincerity in that quiet voice;
had you realized the pathos of it all--you, too, would believe. You would
not have needed the final ocular proof that I had--the weird
rhamphorhynchus-like creature which he had brought back with him from
the inner world.
I came upon him quite suddenly, and no less unexpectedly, upon the
rim of the great Sahara Desert. He was standing before a goat-skin tent
amidst a clump of date palms within a tiny oasis. Close by was an Arab
douar of some eight or ten tents.
I e down from the north to hunt lion. My party consisted of
a dozen children of the desert--I was the only "white" man. As we
approached the little clump of verdure I saw the e from his tent
and with hand-shaded eyes peer intently at us. At sight of me he
advanced rapidly to meet us.
"A white man!" he cried. "Ma