Project Gutenberg #139
The Lost World
Arthur Conan Doyle
1912Conan Doyle's Professor Challenger adventure, prepared chapter by chapter from Project Gutenberg plaintext.
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Chapter 9 — CHAPTER IX "Who could have Foreseen it?" Central question What goes wrong once the explorers are inside the plateau world? Main argument The men begin to understand that the plateau’s danger lies in...
bottles of Apollinaris which were in one of the cases.
It is vital to us to find water, but I think even Lord John himself had
had adventures enough for one day, and none of us felt inclined to make
the first push into the unknown. We forbore to light a fire or to make
any unnecessary sound.
To-morrow (or to-day, rather, for it is already dawn as I write) we
shall make our first venture into this strange land. When I shall be
able to write again--or if I ever shall write again--I know not.
Meanwhile, I can see that the Indians are still in their place, and I
am sure that the faithful Zambo will be here presently to get my
letter. I only trust that it will come to hand.
P.S.--The more I think the more desperate does our position seem. I
see no possible hope of our return. If there were a high tree near the
edge of the plateau we might drop a return bridge across, but there is
none within fifty yards. Our united strength could not carry a trunk
which would serve our purpose. The rope, of course, is far too short
that we could descend by it. No, our position is hopeless--hopeless!