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THE LOST WORLD] , By SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE Pp v___; (Continued fium Yesterday.) , , "It la a waste of energy to do any thing else,'' growled Summerlee from behind his plre. "Let me remind you that we came here upon a perfectly definite mission, entrusted to us at the meeting of the Zoological institute In London. That mission was to test the truth of Professor Challenger's statements. Those statements, as 1 nm bound to admit, we ate now in a position to endorse. Our ostensible work is therefore done. As to the detail which remains to be work ■A out upon this plateau it Is so enor mous that only a large expedition, with a very special equipment, could hope to cope with it. Should we at tempt to do so ourselves, the only possible result must he that we shall never return witli the important con tribution to science which we have nlreudy gained. Professor Challenger lias devised means for getting us on » to this plateau when it appeared to be Inaccessible; 1 think that we should now call ni>on him to use the same ingenuity in getting ns back to the world from which we came.” I confess that as Summerlee stated bis view it struck me as altogether reasonable. Even Challenger was af fected by the consideration that, his enemies would never stand confuted if the confirmation of his statements should never reach them. "The problem of the descent is a! first sight a formidable one,” said he. "and set I cannot doubt that the Intellect can solve it. I am prepared to agree with our colleague that a protracted stay in Maple White Land is at present inadvisable, and that the question of our return will soon have to be faced. I absolutely refuse to lea ve, however, until we have made at least a superficial examination of " this country, and are able to take back with us something in the nature of a chart” It was at that moment that I had my inspiration. My eyes chanced to light upon the enormous gnarled trunk of the glngko tree which cast its huge branches over us. Surely, it Its bole exceeded that of all others, its height must do the same. If the rim of the plateau was indeed the highest point, then why 'should this mighty tree not prove to be a watch tower which commanded the whole country? Now, ever since 1 ran wiki as a lad in Ireland I have been a bold and skilled tree;climber. My com rades might be masters on the rocks, but I knew that I would lie supreme among its branches. Could I only get my legs on to the lowest of the /-A New York --Day by Day .--* By O. 0. M’INTYRK On the Atlantic, March 3.—Al! my life I have wanted to be in an ocean storm. It was not bravery. Merely a supreme faith that trans-Atlantic boats do pull through. Last night my ambition was realized. It was no sud den tempest. We rode In the teeth of a heavy gale before it broke. With all the stoicism inbred in English seamen you senSe disturb ance. There Is something taut and • tight lipped about them In an emer gency. Nothing to them is "more ^ than a bit of wind, sitV So the boat began to pitch, lunge and shiver. Furniture, dishes and what-not skidded across the floor ahd hack again. I improvised a strap for my self to hold me in bed. There were strange scurrying sounds down rom panionways and the soft patter of faet in the halls. "Do you remember what I said about wanting a storm?” 1 said to my wife. There was a feeble, "Yes.” A dip ping drop and then from me: “Well, I was just kidding.” The door flew open with a mighty bang, lights went out and down the hall a baby began to cry. A 10 months old boy ill with tonsilitis, who will land at Plymouth for another 1-l-day journeyto Cape town. All night we were tossed about without sleep. The wind shrieked like the sirens on New York fire wagons. There were times when we seemed to poise for indeterminable minutes, like a toe dancer, on the crest of a wave and then that long despairing plunge. I could not help but think of that lonely soul in the crow's nest—peer ing ahead Into a world of snow like the white of eggs whipped to a creamy puff. There were many agon izing wails and cries for the ship's surgeon. It grew wyjse toward morning. Yet there was a strange reaction. You , begin not to care. V»'e hold life dearly but when we feel it is slipping away, somehow we rise above our fears. If I were a religeous person I should say: “That is God's way.” At noon faf came calm. In the hall I met an Englishman. "Gallant old girl!" he remarked. “I’ll say she is,” I replied, and whistling walked out into the bright sunshine. The ship's surgeon Is a ruddy cheeked. powerfully built English man. When the storm began a young lady from New Yolk was calling on ns in our stateroom. A door crashed against her fingers gripped to a lecfce. She grew while and slumped to the floor. The surgeon came and tried to examine the Injured digits as the boat rolled, lie seemed like » huge pacing hear in a cage as the boat swayed and rocked. He was on his way, he said, .to perform an emergency operation in the steerage as the storm raged. A r.torm completely disorganizes s ship co far as service goes. No one goes into the dining room and the effort to serve meals in rooms is a mighty task. Wet napkins sre put on trays to hold dishes yet when the food arrives it Is a scrambled mess. For instance, I found a dish* of suc cotash mixed up with iny dessert. But I ale it just the same. Every now and then a man from Hie wireless station plops Into the lounge crying: “The following wire less messages have been received.” He calls them off With the enuncia tion of a subway guard and dashes out again. And a howl of laughter goes up. • ^ Thera is a sweet faced old lady sod iter white-haired husband shoat'il. She calls him "Higher.” He calls her "Matilda." They are going to France to visit the grave of their grandson. It la oleasant to watch them thrilling to their flrftt sea vovsge. I thought of the.m quite a lot during the storm, too. * (Copyright, 1»!M ■giant offshoots, then it would be strange Indeed If I could not make my way to the top. My comrades were delighted at my Idea. •'Our young friend," said Challen ger, bunching up the red apples of his cheeks, is capable of acrobatic exer tions which would he impossible to a man of a more solid, though possi bly of a more commanding appear ance. I applaud his resolution.” "Hy George, young fellah, you’ve put your hand on it!” said Lord John, clapping me on the back. “How we never came to think of it before I can’t Imagine! There's not more than an hour of daylight left, but if you take your notebook you may he able to get some rough sketch of the place. If we put these three ammunitlen cases under the branch, I will soon hoist you on to it.”, lie stood on the boxes while I faced the trunk, and was gently raising me when Challenger sprang forward and gave me such a thrust with his huge hand that lie fairly shot me into the tree With both arms clasping the, branch, 1 scrambled hard with my feet until I had worked, first my body, and then my knees, on to it. There were three excellent off shoots, like the huge rungs of a ladder, above my head, and a tangle of convenient branches beyond, so that I clambered upwards with such speed that I soon lost sight of the ground and had nothing but foliage beneath me. Now and then I encountered a check, and once 1 had to shin up a creeper for eight or ten feet, hut 1 made excellent progress, and the hoomlng of Chal lenger's voice seemed to be a great distance beneath me. The tree was, however, enormous, and, looking up wards, I could see no thinning of the leaves above mj^ head. There was some thick, bush-like clump which seemed to he a parasite upon a branch up which I was swarming. I leaned my head rr.uijd in order to see what was beyond, and I nearly fell out of the tree In my surprise and horror at what 1 saw. A face was gazing Into mine—at the distance of only a foot or two. The creature that owned It had been crouching behind the parasite, and had looked round at the same In stant that I did. It was a human face—or at least It was far more Juiman than any monkey's that 1 h?lve ever seen. It was long, whitish, and blotched with pimples, the nose flattened and the lower jaw project ing, with a bristle of coarse whiskers round the chin. The eyes, which were under thick and heavy brows, were bestial and ferocious, and as it opened Its mouth to snarl what sounded like a curse at me, I observed that it had curved, sharp canine teeth. For an instant I read hatred and menace In the evil eyes. Then, quick as a flash, came an expression of over powering fear. There was a crash of broken lioughs as It dived wildly down into the tangle of green. 1 caught a glimpse of a hairy body like that of a reddish pig. and then It was gone amid a swirl of -leaves and branches. “What's the matter?” shouted Rox ton from below. "Anything wrong with you?” “Did you see It?” I cried, with my arms round the branch and all my nerves tingding. "We heard a row, as If your foot had slipped. What was it?" ' I was so shocked at the sudden and strange appearance of this aj>e man that I hesitated whether I should not rlimb down again and tell my experience to my companions. But r was -already so far up the great tree that it seemed a humiliation to return without having carried out my mission. After a long pause, therefore, to recover my breath and my courage, 1 continued my ascent. Once I put my weight upon a rotten branch and swung for a few seconds hy my hands, hut In the main it was all easy climb ing. Gradually the leaves thinned around me, and 1 was aware, from the wind upon my face, that I had topped till the trees of the forest, I was determined, however, not to look about ine before 1 had reached the very highest point, so I scrambled on until 1 had got. so far that the topmost branch was bending beneath my weight. There 1 settled into a convenient fork, and, balancing my self securely, I found myself looking down at a most wonderful panorama of this strange country in which we found ourselves. The sun was just above the west ern skyline, and the evening was a particularly bright and clear one, so that the whole'extenl of the plateau was visible beneath me. It was, as seen from this height, of an oval con tour, with a breadth of about thirty miles and a width of twenty. Its general shape was that of a shallow funnel, all the sides sloping down to a considerable lake In the center. This lake may have been ten miles in circumference, and’ lay very green and beautiful In the evening light, with a thick fringe of reeds nt Its edges, and with its surface broken hy Oh Man! Oh Woman! By BRIGGS The Theatre When a naughty- naughty Line has Been 6Pokem ._ ABIE THE AGENT Drawn for The Omaha Bee by Hershfield NO HE WANT NKKYOl'S— Ml ( II —--~ - i COME RIQHT j OVER,MISTER. NO? i'u ; kAQiBBLE» cvill' BE OVER SI V°U COME OVER !\ IN A EEU) , AND SI<tN a ' \ MINUTES • W MOT A Bit ^ NFRvouS* «-^OUt) . Nou V.IKP TO \ ^00K at the \* CONTRACT? Nrs> « r si^NEft^ JS’0,000 COtfTRfcCY tulYH YHE Bl^ JOHN ^Qosdon ccmp/wy! I . ...... ■ — ... -- • «D * * • I * r . * > » • • i n t > » r • » , . . • • • i «, \ * » . . • ••Ill i I i t | U i * ' » . til MfcTl It tut II. i * . * ? T ■ U M M M I M I U 1 ‘ • ’v « . Ml » MMIt t F 0 »' * ' I « several yellow sandbanks, which gleamed golden In the mellow sun shine. A number of long dark ob jects, which were too large for alli gators and too long for canoes, lay upon the edges of these patches of sand. With my glass I could clearly see that they were alive, but what their nature might be 1 could not imagine.__ Krom the side of the plateau on which we were, slopes of woodland, with occasional glades, stretched down five or six miles to the central lake. I could see at my very feet the glade of the iguanodons, and farther off was a round opening In the trees which marked the swamp of the pterodactyls. On the side facing me, however, the plateau presented a very different aspect. There the hasalt cliffs of the outside were reproduced upon the inside, forming an escarp ment about two hundred feet high, with a woody slope beneath It, Along the l>ase of these red rlltTs, some dis tance above the ground, I could see a number of dark holes through the Class, which I conjectured to be the mouths of raves. At the opening of one of these something white was shhnrftering, but 1 was unable to make out what It was. 1 sat charting the country until the sun had set and it was so dark that I could no longer distinguish details. Then 1 ctlmbed down to nty companions waiting for me so eagerly at the bottom of the great tree. For once I was the hero of the expedition. Alope T had thought of It, and alone T had done It; and hare was the chart which would save us a month's blind grop Ipg among unknown dangers. Each of them shook me solemnly by the hand. But before they discussed the de tail* of my map I had to tell them | of my encounter with th* apeman among the branches. 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