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THE LOST WORLD] By SIR ARTHUR CONAIS DOYLE ^_______ I font i minI from Yrytrrdnv,) Madman that I was to linger ao lung before I fled! Up to then he had hunted by scent, and his movement was slow. But “he had actually seen ■ me as I started to run. From then onward* he hail hunted by sight, for the path showed him where 1 had gone. Now, ns he came round the curve, he was springing In great ..nils. The moonlight shone upon his projecting eyes, the row of enor mops Ipeth In hts open mouth, and the gleaming fringe of claws upon his short powerful forearms. WUh a scream of terror I turned and rushed wildly down the path. Behind me the thick, gasping breathing of the creature sounded louder and louder. Every Instant 1 expected to feel his grip upon my back. And then sud denly there came a crash—I was fall lng through space, and everything be yond was darkness and rest. J As 1 emerged from my unconscious ness—which could not, I think, hav* lasted more than a few minutes—l was aware of a most dreadful anil penetrating smell. Putting out my hand In the darkness I came upon something which felt like a huge lump of meat, while my other hand closed upon a large bone. Up above me there was a circle of starlit sky, which showed me that 1 was lying at the bottom of a deep pit. Slowly 1 staggered to my feet and felt myself all over. I was stiff and sore from ilfcad to foot, but there was no limb which would nut move, no joint which could not bend. As the circumstances of my fall came back into my con tused brain. I looked up in terror, expecting to see that dreadful bead silhouetted against the paling sky. There was no sign of (he monster, however, nor eoulil I hear any sound| from above. 1 began to walk slowly t round, therefore, feeling In every di rection to find out what this strange place could he into which I had been *n opportunely precipitated. It was. as I have said, a pit, with sharply-sloping walls and a level bot tom about twenty feet across. This bottom was lltered with great gob bets of flesh, most of which was in the last state of putridity. The atmos phere waa poisonous and horrible. After tripping and stumbling over these lumps of decay, 1 came sudden ly against something hard, amt I found that an upright post was lirm Iv fixed In the center of the hollow. It was so high that 1 could not reach th« top of It with my hand, and It appeared to he covered with grease. Suddenly I remembered that 1 had Y - New York --Day by Day _ By O. O. M INTYRK. Cherbourg, France. March 6. — Cherbourg, despite Its age old beauty, is r sort of comic opera town. You see a plethora of whiskers, children In wooden shoes, peasants, brisk hotel runners and th* man from (*ook'n. The dinky little tender I* captained by a man with the bushiest beard I ever beheld. You think of a colossal fern dish. And the swarm of porters reminds you of real pirates in man ner and dress. Mine was a one-eyed specimen and like the rest the lip was greeted Yviih surly disapproval. Custom Inspection Is casual. The * boat train to Paris transport* you through beautiful sections of old Nor mandy with its vistas of peaceful rolling farmlands. Winter finds the grass green and only the trees show the stark ravages of cold weather. A slight bribe accomplishes com fort at Cherbourg as It does any where else in France. We tvere ah|e to have a compartment Intended for six to ourselves. The boat train meal Is a wonder and is the first touch of French cuisine that makes Paris such a delight. An hour and a half tide from Cher bourg brings you to Caen, which was the home of William the Conqueror, and It was here that Karl Harold Godwin, the Saxon, took fefuge after his banishment from Kngland and made the eontraet to give the crown to William when he should be re stored to his own. Caen also offers a composite view of the exceedingly beautiful Gothic and Renaissance architecture. Nor mandy Is noted for Its fine horses and many of them were to be seen In the streets of Caen. The auto has nog yet come to the old city. It Is the custom of many tourists to begin hitting It up on the boat train. Corks begin popping, voices lifted In song and portable grama phones were grinding out their Broadway ditties. Paris In near and restraint somehow goes glimmering. The- outer breakwater and fortifi rations at Cherbourg were com menced by Louts XVI 1n 1783 and finished by Napoleon II In 18:>8. fhe 9 famous fight between the Alabama and the Kearsarge took place just outside the harbor and was watched from the hill above the town. The conquest of Kngland by the Nor mans has always Interested me and I thrilled to a stroll about the quaint city. In a curio shop* J ran Into a friend from New York who had ar lived on another steamer. Six weeks before we had breakfast together In New York and neither of us knew at the time that our next meeting would be so far from home. I not Iced In the Paris newspapers and ths continental editions of lain don journals purchased at Cherbourg that the cross word puzzls has grip ped Europe »s much as America. Th»y are featured on the first pages Tripe Is a favorite food of Nor mandy. It Is a dish we joke about in the stales. Here it Is served very hot on special plates of what Is called "Iron stone." These plates are slow healing and slow in cooling down. WUh suitable genuflections to the Volstead act. It might he explained that It. Is dangerous to eat tripe and drink water. The people of Norman dy wash It down with burgundy. Readers of Francois Rabelais will re member In what high esteem this Illustrious connoisseur held this low ly dish. As T write, we are nearing the outskirts of Paris. Eiffel Tower Is etched In the gathering dusk. It Is blight vvllh new point of yellow. And p 1 read on hosrd ship Hist the tower 9 Is nearing a slate of decay that has become dangerous. For Paris to lose Eiffel Tower would l>e like New York losing Its skyline. It Is one thing Svery visitor to Psrls Is certain to remember. W* srs thundering Into Cars St, Lsssrre. (Copyright. 1126.) a tin box of wax vent as in my pocket. Striking one of them, ! was able at last to form some opinion of this place Into which 1 had fallen. There could be no question as to its nature. It was a trap made by. the hand of man. The post In the center, some nine feet long, was sharpened at the upper end. and was bla/k with the stale blood of the creatures which had been impaled upon it. The re mains scattered about were fragments of the victims, which had been cut away in order to clear the stake for the next who might blunder in. I remembered that Challenger had de clared that man could not exist upon the plateau, since with his feebh weapons he could not hold his own against the monsters who roamed over it. But now it was clear enough how it could be done. In their nar row-mouthed raves the natives, who ever they might he, had refuges into which the huge saurians could not penetrate, while with their developed brains they were capable of sotting such traps, covered with branches across the paths which marked the* run of the animals as would destroy them in spite of all their strength and activity. Man was always the mas ter. The sloping wall of the pit was not difficult for an active man to climb, hut I hesitated long before 1 trusted myself within reach of the dreadful creature which had so nearly dr stroyed me. How did I know that he was not lurking in t lie nearest clump of hushes, waiting for in\ reappearance? I took heart, however, as l recalled a conversation between Challenger and Summerlee upon the habits of the great saurians. Both were agreed that 1 he monsters were practically brainless, that there was no room for reason in their tiny era nial cavities, and that if they have disappeared from the rest of the world it was assuredly on account of their own stupidity, which made it impossible for them to adapt them selves to changing conditions. T clambered to the edge of the pit and looked over. The stars were fading, the sky was whitening, ami the cold wind of morning blew pleas antly upon my face. I could see or hear nothing of my enemy. Slowly I climbed out and sat for a while upon the ground, ready to spring back into my refuge if any danger should appear. Then, reassured by the absolute stillness and by the growing light, I took my courage in both hands and stole back along tin path which [ had come. Some dis tance down it I picked up my gun. and shortly afterwards struck the brook which was my guide. So, with many a frightened backward glance. I made for home. And suddenly there came something to remind me of my absent compan ions. in the clear, still morning ah there sounded far away the sharp, hard note of a single rifle shot. I paused and listened, but there was nothing more. For a moment I was shocked at the thought that some sud den danger might have befallen them. But 4hen a. simpler and more natural explanation came to my mind. It was now broad daylight. No doubt my absence had been noth od. They had imagined that I was lost in the woods, and had fired this shot guide me home. It is true that we had made a strict resolution against firing, hut if it seemed to them that 1 might be in danger they would not hesitate. It was for me now to hurry on a?-* fast as possible, and so to re assure them. I was weary and spent, so my progress was not so fast as F wished but at last T came into regions which T knew. There was the swamp of the pterodactyls upon my left; there in front of me was the glade of the iguanodons. Now T was in the last belt of trees which separated ine from Fort »*hallenge#r. I raised my voice in a cheery shout to allay their fears No answering greeting came bark to me. My heart sank at that aminous stillness. I quickened my pare into a run. The zareba rose before me. even as I bad left it. but the gate was open. 1 rushed in. In the cold, morning light it was a fearful sight whic h met my eyes. Our effects were scattered in wild confusion over ih ground; my comrades had disappeared and close to the smouldering ..-he of our lit© the grass was stained crimson with a hideous pool of blood I was so stunned by this sudden shock that for a time I must have nearly lost my reason. I have a vague recollection, as one rememliers a had dream, of rushing about through the woods all round the empty camp, calling wildly for Tn> companions. No answer came hack from the silent shadows. The hnr rible thought that I mifcht never see them again, that I might find myself abandoned all alone in that dreadful place, with no possible way of dr spending into the world below, Hiat 1 might live and and die in that nightmare country, drove me to des Iteration. I could have torn my hair and beaten niv head in tnv despair. Only now did I realize how I had learned to lean upon my companions, upon the serene self-confidence of Challenger, and upon the masterful, humorous coolness of J,ord John Kox ton. Without them 1 was like a child in the dark, helpless and powerless. After a period, during which l sat In bewil0ei meiit, l set myself to tr> and discover what sudden misfortune . could line befallen my companion*5 The while disordered appearance of the camp showed that there had been some sort of attack, and the rifle I shot no doubt marked the time when it had occurred. That there should have been only one shot showed it had been all over in an lnntant. Th*» rifles still lay upon the ground, and one of them — bold John’s » hud the empty cartridge in the breech. The blanket* of challenger and of Sum merlee beside the fire suggested that thy had been asleep at the,time. The cases of ammunition and of food were scattered about in a wild litter, together with our unfortunate cam eras and plate carriers, hut none of them were missing. On the other hand, all the exposed provisions—and i remembered that there were a con slderable quantity of them—wen gone. They were animals, then, and not natives, who had made the in load, for surely the latter would have left nothing behind. But If animals, or some single ter riWe animal, then what hail heroine of my comrades? A feroc ious be « wotild surelv have destroyed them and left their remains. It is true th. t there was that one hideous pool of Mood, which told of violence. Suck a monster as had pursued ine during the night could have carried away a victim ns easily ns a cat woidd a mouse. 1 n that <ase the other® would have followed in pursuit, liut then they would assuredly have taken their rifles with them. Th® more 1 tried to think it out with my confused and Ac.uy brain tlie* less could 1 find anj plausible explanation. I searches round in the forest, hut could see n< tracks which could help me to con elusion. Once I Inst myself, and 1’ was only by good luck, and after *»t hour of wandering that 1 found the camp once more. (To It* ( unit mini Monday.) 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