I should wish to place upon record here our gratitude to all our friends upon the Amazon for the very great kindness and hospitality which was shown to us upon our return journey. Very particularly would I thank Senhor Penalosa and other officials of the Brazilian Government for the special arrangements by which we were…
Continue reading The Lost World: Chapter 16 – A Procession! A Procession!
I write this from day to day, but I trust that before I come to the end of it, I may be able to say that the light shines, at last, through our clouds. We are held here with no clear means of making our escape, and bitterly we chafe against it. Yet, I can…
Continue reading The Lost World: Chapter 15 – Our Eyes have seen Great Wonders
We had imagined that our pursuers, the ape-men, knew nothing of our brush-wood hiding-place, but we were soon to find out our mistake. There was no sound in the woods–not a leaf moved upon the trees, and all was peace around us–but we should have been warned by our first experience how cunningly and how…
Continue reading The Lost World: Chapter 14 – Those were the Real Conquests
Just as the sun was setting upon that melancholy night I saw the lonely figure of the Indian upon the vast plain beneath me, and I watched him, our one faint hope of salvation, until he disappeared in the rising mists of evening which lay, rose-tinted from the setting sun, between the far-off river and…
Continue reading The Lost World: Chapter 13 – A Sight which I shall Never Forget
I have said–or perhaps I have not said, for my memory plays me sad tricks these days–that I glowed with pride when three such men as my comrades thanked me for having saved, or at least greatly helped, the situation. As the youngster of the party, not merely in years, but in experience, character, knowledge,…
Continue reading The Lost World: Chapter 12 – It was dreadful in the Forest
Lord John Roxton was right when he thought that some specially toxic quality might lie in the bite of the horrible creatures which had attacked us. On the morning after our first adventure upon the plateau, both Summerlee and I were in great pain and fever, while Challenger’s knee was so bruised that he could…
Continue reading The Lost World: Chapter 11 – For Once I was the Hero
The most wonderful things have happened and are continually happening to us. All the paper that I possess consists of five old note-books and a lot of scraps, and I have only the one stylographic pencil; but so long as I can move my hand I will continue to set down our experiences and impressions,…
Continue reading The Lost World: Chapter 10 – The most Wonderful Things have Happened
A dreadful thing has happened to us. Who could have foreseen it? I cannot foresee any end to our troubles. It may be that we are condemned to spend our whole lives in this strange, inaccessible place. I am still so confused that I can hardly think clearly of the facts of the present or…
Continue reading The Lost World: Chapter 9 – Who could have foreseen it?
Our friends at home may well rejoice with us, for we are at our goal, and up to a point, at least, we have shown that the statement of Professor Challenger can be verified. We have not, it is true, ascended the plateau, but it lies before us, and even Professor Summerlee is in a…
Continue reading The Lost World: Chapter 8 – The Outlying Pickets of the New World
I will not bore those whom this narrative may reach by an account of our luxurious voyage upon the Booth liner, nor will I tell of our week’s stay at Para (save that I should wish to acknowledge the great kindness of the Pereira da Pinta Company in helping us to get together our equipment). …
Continue reading The Lost World: Chapter 7 – Tomorrow we disappear into the Unknown