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I
have
already
repeated
the
noncommittal
story
we
told
the
men
at
camp
--
and
relayed
outside
--
after
our
return
sixteen
hours
later
.
It
is
now
my
terrible
duty
to
amplify
this
account
by
filling
in
the
merciful
blanks
with
hints
of
what
we
really
saw
in
the
hidden
transmontane
world
--
hints
of
the
revelations
which
have
finally
driven
Danforth
to
a
nervous
collapse
.
I
wish
he
would
add
a
really
frank
word
about
the
thing
which
he
thinks
he
alone
saw
--
even
though
it
was
probably
a
nervous
delusion
--
and
which
was
perhaps
the
last
straw
that
put
him
where
he
is
;
but
he
is
firm
against
that
.
All
I
can
do
is
to
repeat
his
later
disjointed
whispers
about
what
set
him
shrieking
as
the
plane
soared
back
through
the
wind-tortured
mountain
pass
after
that
real
and
tangible
shock
which
I
shared
.
This
will
form
my
last
word
.
If
the
plain
signs
of
surviving
elder
horrors
in
what
I
disclose
be
not
enough
to
keep
others
from
meddling
with
the
inner
antarctic
--
or
at
least
from
prying
too
deeply
beneath
the
surface
of
that
ultimate
waste
of
forbidden
secrets
and
inhuman
,
aeon-cursed
desolation
--
the
responsibility
for
unnamable
and
perhaps
immeasurable
evils
will
not
be
mine
.
Danforth
and
I
,
studying
the
notes
made
by
Pabodie
in
his
afternoon
flight
and
checking
up
with
a
sextant
,
had
calculated
that
the
lowest
available
pass
in
the
range
lay
somewhat
to
the
right
of
us
,
within
sight
of
camp
,
and
about
twenty-three
thousand
or
twenty-four
thousand
feet
above
sea
level
.
For
this
point
,
then
,
we
first
headed
in
the
lightened
plane
as
we
embarked
on
our
flight
of
discovery
.
The
camp
itself
,
on
foothills
which
sprang
from
a
high
continental
plateau
,
was
some
twelve
thousand
feet
in
altitude
;
hence
the
actual
height
increase
necessary
was
not
so
vast
as
it
might
seem
.
Nevertheless
we
were
acutely
conscious
of
the
rarefied
air
and
intense
cold
as
we
rose
;
for
,
on
account
of
visibility
conditions
,
we
had
to
leave
the
cabin
windows
open
.
We
were
dressed
,
of
course
,
in
our
heaviest
furs
.
As
we
drew
near
the
forbidding
peaks
,
dark
and
sinister
above
the
line
of
crevasse-riven
snow
and
interstitial
glaciers
,
we
noticed
more
and
more
the
curiously
regular
formations
clinging
to
the
slopes
;
and
thought
again
of
the
strange
Asian
paintings
of
Nicholas
Roerich
.
The
ancient
and
wind-weathered
rock
strata
fully
verified
all
of
Lake
's
bulletins
,
and
proved
that
these
pinnacles
had
been
towering
up
in
exactly
the
same
way
since
a
surprisingly
early
time
in
earth
's
history
--
perhaps
over
fifty
million
years
.
How
much
higher
they
had
once
been
,
it
was
futile
to
guess
;
but
everything
about
this
strange
region
pointed
to
obscure
atmospheric
influences
unfavorable
to
change
,
and
calculated
to
retard
the
usual
climatic
processes
of
rock
disintegration
.
But
it
was
the
mountainside
tangle
of
regular
cubes
,
ramparts
,
and
cave
mouths
which
fascinated
and
disturbed
us
most
.
I
studied
them
with
a
field
glass
and
took
aerial
photographs
while
Danforth
drove
;
and
at
times
I
relieved
him
at
the
controls
--
though
my
aviation
knowledge
was
purely
an
amateur
's
--
in
order
to
let
him
use
the
binoculars
.
We
could
easily
see
that
much
of
the
material
of
the
things
was
a
lightish
Archaean
quartzite
,
unlike
any
formation
visible
over
broad
areas
of
the
general
surface
;
and
that
their
regularity
was
extreme
and
uncanny
to
an
extent
which
poor
Lake
had
scarcely
hinted
.
As
he
had
said
,
their
edges
were
crumbled
and
rounded
from
untold
aeons
of
savage
weathering
;
but
their
preternatural
solidity
and
tough
material
had
saved
them
from
obliteration
.
Many
parts
,
especially
those
closest
to
the
slopes
,
seemed
identical
in
substance
with
the
surrounding
rock
surface
.
The
whole
arrangement
looked
like
the
ruins
of
Macchu
Picchu
in
the
Andes
,
or
the
primal
foundation
walls
of
Kish
as
dug
up
by
the
Oxford
Field
Museum
Expedition
in
1929
;
and
both
Danforth
and
I
obtained
that
occasional
impression
of
separate
Cyclopean
blocks
which
Lake
had
attributed
to
his
flight-companion
Carroll
.
How
to
account
for
such
things
in
this
place
was
frankly
beyond
me
,
and
I
felt
queerly
humbled
as
a
geologist
.
Igneous
formations
often
have
strange
regularities
--
like
the
famous
Giants
'
Causeway
in
Ireland
--
but
this
stupendous
range
,
despite
Lake
's
original
suspicion
of
smoking
cones
,
was
above
all
else
nonvolcanic
in
evident
structure
.
The
curious
cave
mouths
,
near
which
the
odd
formations
seemed
most
abundant
,
presented
another
albeit
a
lesser
puzzle
because
of
their
regularity
of
outline
.
They
were
,
as
Lake
's
bulletin
had
said
,
often
approximately
square
or
semicircular
;
as
if
the
natural
orifices
had
been
shaped
to
greater
symmetry
by
some
magic
hand
.
Their
numerousness
and
wide
distribution
were
remarkable
,
and
suggested
that
the
whole
region
was
honeycombed
with
tunnels
dissolved
out
of
limestone
strata
.
Such
glimpses
as
we
secured
did
not
extend
far
within
the
caverns
,
but
we
saw
that
they
were
apparently
clear
of
stalactites
and
stalagmites
.
Outside
,
those
parts
of
the
mountain
slopes
adjoining
the
apertures
seemed
invariably
smooth
and
regular
;
and
Danforth
thought
that
the
slight
cracks
and
pittings
of
the
weathering
tended
toward
unusual
patterns
.
Filled
as
he
was
with
the
horrors
and
strangenesses
discovered
at
the
camp
,
he
hinted
that
the
pittings
vaguely
resembled
those
baffling
groups
of
dots
sprinkled
over
the
primeval
greenish
soapstones
,
so
hideously
duplicated
on
the
madly
conceived
snow
mounds
above
those
six
buried
monstrosities
.
We
had
risen
gradually
in
flying
over
the
higher
foothills
and
along
toward
the
relatively
low
pass
we
had
selected
.
As
we
advanced
we
occasionally
looked
down
at
the
snow
and
ice
of
the
land
route
,
wondering
whether
we
could
have
attempted
the
trip
with
the
simpler
equipment
of
earlier
days
.
Somewhat
to
our
surprise
we
saw
that
the
terrain
was
far
from
difficult
as
such
things
go
;
and
that
despite
the
crevasses
and
other
bad
spots
it
would
not
have
been
likely
to
deter
the
sledges
of
a
Scott
,
a
Shackleton
,
or
an
Amundsen
.
Some
of
the
glaciers
appeared
to
lead
up
to
wind-bared
passes
with
unusual
continuity
,
and
upon
reaching
our
chosen
pass
we
found
that
its
case
formed
no
exception
.
Our
sensations
of
tense
expectancy
as
we
prepared
to
round
the
crest
and
peer
out
over
an
untrodden
world
can
hardly
be
described
on
paper
;
even
though
we
had
no
cause
to
think
the
regions
beyond
the
range
essentially
different
from
those
already
seen
and
traversed
.
The
touch
of
evil
mystery
in
these
barrier
mountains
,
and
in
the
beckoning
sea
of
opalescent
sky
glimpsed
betwixt
their
summits
,
was
a
highly
subtle
and
attenuated
matter
not
to
be
explained
in
literal
words
.
Rather
was
it
an
affair
of
vague
psychological
symbolism
and
aesthetic
association
--
a
thing
mixed
up
with
exotic
poetry
and
paintings
,
and
with
archaic
myths
lurking
in
shunned
and
forbidden
volumes
.
