A Columbus of Space by Garrett P. (Garrett Putman) Serviss
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shock, for the wound wasn't much; I fixed that up in five minutes. But I
don't blame you. In your place I should have been scared to the bottom of my soul also. But look at yourself." He held a pocket mirror before me, and then I saw that my hair was streaked with gray! "But we haven't been idle in the meanwhile," Edmund went on. "I've got two sleds nearly completed, and to-morrow at midnight--earth time--I mean to set out for the sunny lands of Venus." "How in the world could you have worked so fast?" I asked in surprise. "Because I had certain tools in the car which vastly facilitated the operation; but I must admit that the savage blacksmiths worked well, too, and showed surprising intelligence in comprehending my directions. Perhaps that was because I had learned their language." "Learned their language!" I exclaimed, staring in amazement. "Well, perhaps that's putting it a little too strong; but I have learned enough to establish a pretty good understanding with them. There's nothing like working together to make intelligent creatures comprehend one another." "But what kind of a language is it, then?" I asked. "A language to make your hair stand on end," put in Jack. "The language that ghosts speak, I reckon! Not that I understand the least little bit of it, but I judge from what Edmund says." |
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