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nostrils。 It was heavenly sweet yet withal there lurked an incredibly;
unexpressibly tempting spice of wickedness in it。 The moment he caught
that ambrosial invitation in the air my woodman spit fiercely on the
ground; and taking a plug of wool from his pouch stuffed his nostrils up。
Then he beckoned me to come away。 But the odour was too ravishing; I
was bound to see whence it arose; and finding me deaf to all warnings; the
man reluctantly turned aside down the enticing trail。 We pushed about a
hundred yards through bushes until we came to a little arena full in
sunshine where there were neither birds nor butterflies; but a death…like
hush upon everything。 Indeed; the place seemed shunned in spite of the
sodden loveliness of that scent which monopolised and mounted to my
brain until I was beginning to be drunk with the sheer pleasure of it。 And
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there in the centre of the space stood a plant not unlike a tree fern; about
six feet high; and crowned by one huge and lovely blossom。 It resembled
a vast passion…flower of incredible splendour。 There were four petals;
with points resting on the ground; each six feet long; ivory…white inside;
exquisitely patterned with glittering silver veins。 From the base of these
rose upright a gauzy veil of azure filaments of the same length as the
petals; wirelike; yet soft as silk; and inside them again rested a chalice of
silver holding a tiny pool of limpid golden honey。 Circe; indeed! It was
from that cup the scent arose; and my throat grew dry with longing as I
looked at it; my eyes strained through the blue tendrils towards that liquid
nectar; and my giddy senses felt they must drink or die! I glanced at the
woodman with a smile of drunken happiness; then turned tottering legs
towards the blossom。 A stride up the smooth causeway of white petals; a
push through the azure haze; and the wine of the wood enchantress would
be minemolten am… ber wine; hotter and more golden than the sunshine;
the fire of it was in my veins; the recklessness of intoxication was on me;
life itself as nothing compared to a sip from that chalice; my lips must
taste or my soul would die; and with trembling hand and strained face I
began to climb。
But the woodman pulled me back。
〃Back; stranger!〃 he cried。 〃Those who drink there never live again。〃
〃Blessed oblivion! If I had a thousand lives the price were still too
cheap;〃 and once more I essayed to scramble up。
But the man was a big fellow; and with nostrils plugged; and eyes
averted from the deadly glamour; he seized me by the collar and threw me
back。 Three times I tried; three times he hurled me down; far too faint
and absorbed to heed the personal violence。 Then standing between us;
〃Look;〃 he said; 〃look and learn。〃
He had killed a small ape that morning; meaning later on to take its fur
for clothing; and this he now unslung from his shoulder; and hitching the
handle of his axe into the loose skin at the back of its neck; cautiously
advanced to the witch plant; and gently hoisted the monkey over the blue
palings。 The moment its limp; dead feet touched the golden pool a
shudder passed through the plant; and a bird some… where far back in the
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forest cried out in horror。 Quick as thought; a spasm of life shot up the
tendrils; and like tongues of blue flame they closed round the victim;
lapping his miserable body in their embrace。 At the same time the petals
began to rise; showing as they did so hard; leathery; un… lovely outer rinds;
and by the time the woodman was back at my side the flower was closed。
Closer and closer wound the blue tendrils; tighter and tighter closed
the cruel petals with their iron grip; until at last we heard the ape's bones
crackling like dry firewood; then next his head burst; his brains came
oozing through the crevices; while blood and entrails followed them
through every cranny; and the horrible mess with the overflow of the
chalice curled down the stem in a hundred steaming rills; till at last the
petals locked with an ugly snap upon their ghastly meal; and I turned away
from the sight in dread and loathing。
That was plant Number One。
Plant Number Two was of milder disposition; and won a hearty laugh
for my friendly woodman。 In fact; being of a childlike nature; his
success as a professor of botany quite pleased him; and not content with
answering my questions; he set to work to find new vegetable surprises;
greatly enjoying my wonder and the sense of importance it gave him。
In this way we came; later on in the day; to a spot where herbage was
somewhat scantier; the grass coarse; and soil shallow。 Here I espied a
tree of small size; apparently withered; but still bearing a few parched
leaves on its upper… most twigs。
〃Now that;〃 quoth the professor; 〃is a highly curious tree; and I should
like you to make a close acquaintance with it。 It grows from a seed in the
course of a single springtime; perishes in the summer; but a few specimens
stand through… out the winter; provided the situation is sheltered; as this
one has done。 If you will kindly go down and shake its stem I believe
you will learn something interesting。〃
So; very willing to humour him; away I went to the tree; which was
perfect in every detail; but apparently very dry; clasped it with both hands;
and; pulling myself to… gether; gave it a mighty shake。 The result was
instantaneous。 The whole thing was nothing but a skin of dust; whence all
fibre and sap had gone; and at my touch it dissolved into a cloud of
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powder; a huge puff of white dust which descended on me as though a
couple of flour…bags had been inverted over my head; and as I staggered
out sneez… ing and blinking; white as a miller from face to foot; the
Martian burst into a wild; joyous peal of laughter that made the woods ring
again。 His merriment was so sincere I had not the heart to be angry; and
soon laughed as loud as he did; though; for the future; I took his botanical
es… says with a little more caution。
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CHAPTER XIV
That woodman friend of mine proved so engaging it was difficult to
get away; and thus when; dusk upon us; and my object still a long distance
off; he asked me to spend the night at his hut; I gladly assented。
We soon reached the cabin where the man lived by himself whilst
working in the forest。 It was a picturesque little place on a tree…overhung
lagoon; thatched; wattled; and all about were piles of a pleasant…scented
bark; collected for the purpose of tanning hides; and I could not but marvel
that such a familiar process should be practised identically on two sides of
the universal ether。 But as a matter of fact the similarity of many details
of existence here and there was the most striking of the things I learned
whilst in the red planet。
Within the hut stood a hearth in the centre of the floor; whereon a
comfortable blaze soon sparkled; and upon the walls hung various
implements; hides; and a store of dried fruits of various novel kinds。 My
host; when he had somewhat disdainfully watched me wash in a rill of
water close by; suggested supper; and I agreed with heartiest good will。
〃Nothing wonderful! Oh; Mr。 Blue…coat!〃 he said; pranc… ing about
as he made his hospitable arrangements。 〃No fine meat or scented wine
to unlock; one by one; all the doors of paradise; such as I have