Fancy Words

19. Januar 2015

The hor­ror of the fol­lowing seconds is inde­scri­bable. The Sago­th nea­rest the cave bear, fin­ding his escape blo­cked, tur­ned and lea­ped deli­ber­ate­ly to an awful death upon the jag­ged rocks three hund­red feet below. Then tho­se giant jaws reached out and gathe­red in the next the­re was a sicke­n­ing sound of crus­hing bones, and the man­gled corp­se was drop­ped over the cliff’s edge. Nor did the migh­ty beast even pau­se in his steady advan­ce along the ledge.
Shrie­king Sago­ths were now lea­ping mad­ly over the pre­ci­pi­ce to escape him, and the last I saw he roun­ded the turn still pur­suing the demo­ra­li­zed rem­nant of the man hun­ters. For a long time I could hear the hor­rid roa­ring of the bru­te inter­min­gled with the screams and shrieks of his vic­tims, until final­ly the awful sounds dwind­led and disap­peared in the distance.
Later I lear­ned from Ghak, who had final­ly come to his tri­bes­men and retur­ned with a par­ty to res­cue me, that the ryth, as it is cal­led, pur­sued the Sago­ths until it had exter­mi­na­ted the ent­i­re band. Ghak was, of cour­se, posi­ti­ve that I had fal­len prey to the ter­ri­ble crea­tu­re, which, wit­hin Pel­lu­ci­dar, is tru­ly the king of beasts.
Not caring to ven­ture back into the can­yon, whe­re I might fall prey eit­her to the cave bear or the Sago­ths I con­ti­nued on along the ledge, belie­ving that by fol­lowing around the moun­tain I could reach the land of Sari from ano­t­her direc­tion. But I evi­dent­ly beca­me con­fu­sed by the twis­ting and tur­ning of the can­yons and gul­lies, for I did not come to the land of Sari then, nor for a long time thereafter.
With no hea­ven­ly gui­de, it is litt­le won­der that I beca­me con­fu­sed and lost in the laby­rinthi­ne maze of tho­se migh­ty hills. What, in rea­li­ty, I did was to pass ent­i­re­ly through them and come out abo­ve the val­ley upon the far­t­her side. I know that I wan­de­red for a long time, until tired and hungry I came upon a small cave in the face of the lime­stone for­ma­ti­on which had taken the place of the gra­ni­te far­t­her back.
The cave which took my fan­cy lay half­way up the pre­ci­pi­tous side of a lof­ty cliff. The way to it was such that I knew no extre­me­ly for­mi­da­ble beast could fre­quent it, nor was it lar­ge enough to make a com­for­ta­ble habi­tat for any but the smal­ler mam­mals or rep­ti­les. Yet it was with the utmost cau­ti­on that I craw­led wit­hin its dark interior.

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