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Paperback The Gods of Mars: Large Print Book

ISBN: B08N99YMGQ

ISBN13: 9798562988324

The Gods of Mars: Large Print

Tars Tarkas and I found no time for an exchange of experiences as we stood there before thegreat boulder surrounded by the corpses of our grotesque assailants, for from all directions downthe broad valley was streaming a perfect torrent of terrifying creatures in response to the weirdcall of the strange figure far above us."Come," cried Tars Tarkas, "we must make for the cliffs. There lies our only hope of eventemporary escape; there we may find a cave or a narrow ledge which two may defend for everagainst this motley, unarmed horde."Together we raced across the scarlet sward, I timing my speed that I might not outdistancemy slower companion. We had, perhaps, three hundred yards to cover between our boulder andthe cliffs, and then to search out a suitable shelter for our stand against the terrifying things thatwere pursuing us.They were rapidly overhauling us when Tars Tarkas cried to me to hasten ahead anddiscover, if possible, the sanctuary we sought. The suggestion was a good one, for thus manyvaluable minutes might be saved to us, and, throwing every ounce of my earthly muscles into theeffort, I cleared the remaining distance between myself and the cliffs in great leaps and boundsthat put me at their base in a moment.The cliffs rose perpendicular directly from the almost level sward of the valley. There was noaccumulation of fallen debris, forming a more or less rough ascent to them, as is the case withnearly all other cliffs I have ever seen. The scattered boulders that had fallen from above and layupon or partly buried in the turf, were the only indication that any disintegration of the massive, towering pile of rocks ever had taken place.My first cursory inspection of the face of the cliffs filled my heart with forebodings, sincenowhere could I discern, except where the weird herald stood still shrieking his shrill summons, the faintest indication of even a bare foothold upon the lofty escarpment.To my right the bottom of the cliff was lost in the dense foliage of the forest, whichterminated at its very foot, rearing its gorgeous foliage fully a thousand feet against its stern andforbidding neighbour.To the left the cliff ran, apparently unbroken, across the head of the broad valley, to be lost inthe outlines of what appeared to be a range of mighty mountains that skirted and confined thevalley in every direction.Perhaps a thousand feet from me the river broke, as it seemed, directly from the base of thecliffs, and as there seemed not the remotest chance for escape in that direction I turned myattention again toward the fores

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