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Chapter 10 — Lost Men in the Moon
Pictureittoyourself!Aboutusthedream-likejungle,withthesilentbayonetleavesdartingoverhead,andthesilent,vivid,sun-splashedlichensunderourhandsandknees,wavingwiththevigouroftheirgrowthasacarpetwaveswhenthewindgetsbeneathit.Everandagainoneofthebladderfungi,bulginganddistendingunderthesun,loomeduponus.Everandagainsomenovelshapeinvividcolourobtruded.Theverycellsthatbuiltuptheseplantswereaslargeasmythumb,likebeadsofcolouredglass.Andallthesethingsweresaturatedintheunmitigatedglareofthesun,wereseenagainstaskythatwasbluishblackandspangledstill,inspiteofthesunlight,withafewsurvivingstars.Strange!theveryformsandtextureofthestoneswerestrange.Itwasallstrange,thefeelingofone’sbodywasunprecedented,everyothermovementendedinasurprise.Thebreathsuckedthininone’sthroat,thebloodflowedthroughone’searsinathrobbingtide—thud,thud,thud,thud....
Andeverandagaincamegustsofturmoil,hammering,theclangingandthrobofmachinery,andpresently—thebellowingofgreatbeasts!
