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"
But
if
we
do
n't
?
"
"
Keep
hidden
.
See
what
they
are
like
.
"
"
We
will
keep
together
,
"
said
I.
He
thought
.
"
Which
way
shall
we
go
?
"
"
We
must
take
our
chance
.
"
We
peered
this
way
and
that
.
Then
very
circumspectly
,
we
began
to
crawl
through
the
lower
jungle
,
making
,
so
far
as
we
could
judge
,
a
circuit
,
halting
now
at
every
waving
fungus
,
at
every
sound
,
intent
only
on
the
sphere
from
which
we
had
so
foolishly
emerged
.
Ever
and
again
from
out
of
the
earth
beneath
us
came
concussions
,
beatings
,
strange
,
inexplicable
,
mechanical
sounds
;
and
once
,
and
then
again
,
we
thought
we
heard
something
,
a
faint
rattle
and
tumult
,
borne
to
us
through
the
air
.
But
fearful
as
we
were
we
dared
essay
no
vantage-point
to
survey
the
crater
.
For
long
we
saw
nothing
of
the
beings
whose
sounds
were
so
abundant
and
insistent
.
But
for
the
faintness
of
our
hunger
and
the
drying
of
our
throats
that
crawling
would
have
had
the
quality
of
a
very
vivid
dream
.
It
was
so
absolutely
unreal
.
The
only
element
with
any
touch
of
reality
was
these
sounds
Picture
it
to
yourself
!
About
us
the
dream-like
jungle
,
with
the
silent
bayonet
leaves
darting
overhead
,
and
the
silent
,
vivid
,
sun-splashed
lichens
under
our
hands
and
knees
,
waving
with
the
vigour
of
their
growth
as
a
carpet
waves
when
the
wind
gets
beneath
it
.
Ever
and
again
one
of
the
bladder
fungi
,
bulging
and
distending
under
the
sun
,
loomed
upon
us
.
Ever
and
again
some
novel
shape
in
vivid
colour
obtruded
.
The
very
cells
that
built
up
these
plants
were
as
large
as
my
thumb
,
like
beads
of
coloured
glass
.
And
all
these
things
were
saturated
in
the
unmitigated
glare
of
the
sun
,
were
seen
against
a
sky
that
was
bluish
black
and
spangled
still
,
in
spite
of
the
sunlight
,
with
a
few
surviving
stars
.
Strange
!
the
very
forms
and
texture
of
the
stones
were
strange
.
It
was
all
strange
,
the
feeling
of
one
's
body
was
unprecedented
,
every
other
movement
ended
in
a
surprise
.
The
breath
sucked
thin
in
one
's
throat
,
the
blood
flowed
through
one
's
ears
in
a
throbbing
tide
--
thud
,
thud
,
thud
,
thud
...
And
ever
and
again
came
gusts
of
turmoil
,
hammering
,
the
clanging
and
throb
of
machinery
,
and
presently
--
the
bellowing
of
great
beasts
!
So
we
two
poor
terrestrial
castaways
,
lost
in
that
wild-growing
moon
jungle
,
crawled
in
terror
before
the
sounds
that
had
come
upon
us
.
We
crawled
,
as
it
seemed
,
a
long
time
before
we
saw
either
Selenite
or
mooncalf
,
though
we
heard
the
bellowing
and
gruntulous
noises
of
these
latter
continually
drawing
nearer
to
us
.
We
crawled
through
stony
ravines
,
over
snow
slopes
,
amidst
fungi
that
ripped
like
thin
bladders
at
our
thrust
,
emitting
a
watery
humour
,
over
a
perfect
pavement
of
things
like
puff-balls
,
and
beneath
interminable
thickets
of
scrub
.
And
ever
more
helplessly
our
eyes
sought
for
our
abandoned
sphere
.
The
noise
of
the
mooncalves
would
at
times
be
a
vast
flat
calf-like
sound
,
at
times
it
rose
to
an
amazed
and
wrathy
bellowing
,
and
again
it
would
become
a
clogged
bestial
sound
,
as
though
these
unseen
creatures
had
sought
to
eat
and
bellow
at
the
same
time
.
Our
first
view
was
but
an
inadequate
transitory
glimpse
,
yet
none
the
less
disturbing
because
it
was
incomplete
.
Cavor
was
crawling
in
front
at
the
time
,
and
he
first
was
aware
of
their
proximity
.
He
stopped
dead
,
arresting
me
with
a
single
gesture
.
