As we touched the pretty, level beach Ja leaped out and I followed him. Together we dragged the skiff far up into the bushes that grew beyond the sand. «We must hide our canoes,» explained Ja, «for the Mezops of Luana are always at war with us and would steal them if they found them,» he nodded toward an island farther out at sea, and at so great a distance that it seemed but a blur hanging in the distant sky.
The upward curve of the surface of Pellucidar was constantly revealing the impossible to the surprised eyes of the outer-earthly. To see land and water curving upward in the distance until it seemed to stand on edge where it melted into the distant sky, and to feel that seas and mountains hung suspended directly above one’s head required such a complete reversal of the perceptive and reasoning faculties as almost to stupefy one. No sooner had we hidden the canoe than Ja
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