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The Land That Time Forgot by Edgar Rice Burroughs Free Audiobook Public Domain Download (ST)

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The Land that Time Forgotby Edgar Rice BurroughsA classic that has been made into films and TV series. auto text by our robotschapter 1 of the land that time forgot this is a liberbox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org recording by ralph snelson the land that time forgot by edgar rice burroughs chapter one it must have been a little after three o'clock in the afternoon that it happened the afternoon of june 3rd 1916. it seems incredible that all that i have passed through all those weird and terrifying experiences should have been encompassed within so shortest span as three brief months rather might i have experienced a cosmic cycle with all its changes and evolutions for that which i have seen with my own eyes in this brief interval of time things that no other immortal eye had seen before glimpses of a world past a world dead a world so long dead that even in the lowest cambrian stratum no trace of it remains fused with the melting inner crust it has passed forever beyond the can of man other than in that lost pocket of the earth whether fate has borne me and where my doom is sealed i am here and here must remain after reading this far my interest which already had been stimulated by the finding of the manuscript was approaching the boiling point i had come to greenland for the summer on the advice of my physician and was slowly being bored to extinction as i had thoughtlessly neglected to bring sufficient reading matter being an indifferent fisherman my enthusiasm for this form of sport soon waned yet in the absence of other forms of recreation i was now risking my life in an entirely inadequate boat off cape farewell at the southernmost extremity of greenland greenland as a descriptive appellation it is a sorry joke but my story has nothing to do with greenland nothing to do with me so i shall get through with the one and the other as rapidly as possible the inadequate boat finally arrived at a precarious landing the natives waist deep in the surf assisting i was carried ashore and while the evening meal was being prepared i wandered to and fro along the rocky shattered shore bits of surf harried beach clothed the worn granite or whatever the rocks of cape farewell may be composed of and as i followed the ebbing tie down one of these soft stretches i saw the thing where one to bump into a bengal tiger in the ravine behind the bemini baths one could be no more surprised than was i to see a perfectly good quart thermos bottle turning and twisting in the surf of cape farewell at the southern extremity of greenland i rescued it but i was soaked above the knees doing it and then i sat down in the sand and opened it and in the long twilight read the manuscript neatly written and tightly folded which was its contents you have read the opening paragraph and if you are an imaginative idiot like myself you will want to read the rest of it so i shall give it to you here omitting quotation marks which are difficult of remembrance in two minutes you will forget me my home is in santa monica i am or was junior member of my father's firm we are ship builders of recent years we have specialized on submarines which we have built for germany england france and the united states i know a sub as a mother knows her baby's face and have commanded a score of them on their trial runs yet my inclinations were all toward aviation i graduated under curtis and after a long siege with my father obtained his permission to try for the lafayette escrow deal as a stepping stone i obtained an appointment in the american ambulance service and was on my way to france when three shrill whistles altered in as many seconds my entire scheme of life i was sitting on deck with some of the fellows who were going into the american ambulance service with me my airedale crown prince nobler asleep at my feet when the first blast of the whistle shattered the peace and security of the ship ever since entering the u-boat zone we had been on the lookout for periscopes and children that we were be mourning the unkind fate that was to see us safely into france on the moral without a glimpse of the dread marauders we were young we crave thrills and god knows we got them that day yet by comparison with that through which i have since passed they were as tame as a punching judy show i shall never forget the ashy faces of the passengers as they stampeded for their life belts though there was no panic knobs rose with a low growl i rose also and over the ship's side i saw not 200 yards distant the periscope of a submarine while racing toward the liner the wake of a torpedo was distinctly visible we were aboard an american ship which of course was not armed we were entirely defenseless yet without warning we were being torpedoed i stood rigid spellbound watching the white wake of the torpedo it struck us on the starboard side almost amid ships the vessel rocked as though the sea beneath it had been up torn by a mighty volcano we were thrown to the decks bruised and stunned and then above the ship carrying with it fragments of steel and wood and dismembered human bodies rose a column of water hundreds of feet into the air the silence which followed the detonation of the exploding torpedo was almost equally horrifying it lasted for perhaps two seconds to be followed by the screams and moans of the wounded the cursing of the men and the hoarse commands of the ship's officers they were splendid they and their crew never before had i been so proud of my nationality as i was that moment in all the chaos which followed the torpedo wing of the liner no officer or member of the crew lost his head or showed in the slightest any degree of panic or fear while we were attempting to lower boats the submarine emerged and trained guns on us the officer in command ordered us to lower our flag but this the captain of the liner refused to do the ship was listing frightfully to starboard rendering the port boats useless while half the starboard boats had been demolished by the explosion even while the passengers were crowding the starboard rail and scrambling into the few boats left to us the submarine commenced shelling the ship i saw one shell burst in a group of women and children and then i turned my head and covered my eyes when i looked again to horror was added chagrin for with the emerging of the u-boat i had recognized her as a product of our own shipyard i knew her to a rivet i had superintended her construction i had sat in that very conning tower and directed the efforts of the sweating crew below when first her prowl clothed the sunny summer waters of the pacific and now this creature of my brain and hand had turned frankenstein bent upon pursuing me to my death a second shell exploded upon the deck one of the lifeboats frightfully overcrowded swung at a dangerous angle from its davits a fragment of the shell shattered the bow tackle and i saw the women and children and the men vomited into the sea beneath while the boat dangled stern up for a moment from its single debit and at last with increasing momentum dived into the midst of the struggling victims screaming upon the face of the waters now i saw men spring to the rail and leap into the ocean the deck was tilting to an impossible angle knobs braced himself with all four feet to keep from slipping into the scuppers and looked up into my face with a questioning plane i stooped and stroked his head come on boy i cried and running to the side of the ship dived head foremost over the rail when i came up the first thing i saw was knobs swimming about in a bewildered sort of way a few yards from me outside of me his ears went flat and his lips parted in a characteristic grin the submarine was withdrawing toward the north but all the time it was shelling the open boats three of them loaded to the gun whales with survivors fortunately the small boats presented a rather poor target which combined with the bad marksmanship of the germans preserved their occupants from harm and after a few minutes a blotch of smoke appeared upon the eastern horizon and the u-boat submerged and disappeared all the time the lifeboats have been pulling away from the danger of the sinking liner and now though i yelled at the top of my lungs they either did not hear my appeals for help or else did not dare return to sucker me knobs and i had gained some little distance from the ship when it rolled completely over and sank we were caught in the section only enough to be drawn backward a few yards neither of us being carried beneath the surface i glanced hurriedly about for something to which to cling my eyes were directed toward the point at which the liner had disappeared when there came from the depths of the ocean the muffled reverberation of an explosion and almost simultaneously a geyser of water in which were shattered lifeboats human bodies steam coal oil and the flotsam of a liner's deck leaped high above the surface of the sea a watery column momentarily marking the grave of another ship in this greatest cemetery of the seas when the turbulent waters had somewhat subsided and the sea had ceased to spew up wreckage i ventured to swim back in search of something substantial enough to support my weight and that of knobs as well i had gotten well over the area of the wreck when not a half dozen yards ahead of me a lifeboat shot bow foremost out of the ocean almost its entire length to flop down upon its keel with a mighty splash it must have been carried far below held to its mothership by a single rope which finally parted to the enormous strain put upon it in no other way can i account for its having leaped so far out of the water a beneficent circumstance to which i doubtless all my life and that of another far dearer to me than my own i say beneficial circumstance even in the face of the fact that a fate far more hideous confronts us than 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