Latest / Adventure Books Library / 15 - Baron Trump's Marvellous Underground Journey
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- Chapter fifteen. The guards at the silver Gateway, What they were like our reception by them? I make a wonderful discovery the world's first telephone. Bulgar, and I succeed in making friends with these strangers. A brief description of the pseudopsies, that is, make believe eyes or the former folk, that is, aunt people. How a blind man may read your writing? O, Great don Fu, Master of all masters, What do I not owe THEE for having made known unto me the existence of this wonderful world within a world? Would that I had been a worker in metal, I would not have passed the glorious portal at which I had halted, without having set in deep intaglio upon its silver columns the full name of the most glorious scholar whom the world has ever known. Bulgar had warned me that this gateway was guarded, and therefore I entered it cautiously, taking care to peer into the dark corners, lest I might be a target for some invisible enemy to hurl a weapon. No sooner had I passed the gateway than three curious little beings of about my own height threw themselves swiftly and silently across the pathway. They wore short jackets, knee breeches, and leggings reaching to their ankles, but no hats or shoes, and their clothes were profusely decorated with beautiful silver buttons. Their hands and feet and heads seemed much too large for their little bodies and pipe stemy legs, and gave them an uncanny and browny look, which was greatly increased by the staring and glassy expression of their large round eyes. When I first caught sight of them, they had hold of hands, but now they stood, each with his pair stretched out toward Bulgar and me, waving them strangely in the air and agitating their long fingers as if they were endeavoring to set a spell upon us. I imagined that I could feel a sensation of drowsiness creeping over me, and made haste to call out, Knie. Good people do not strive to set a spell upon me. I am the illustrious explorer from the upper world, Sebastian von Trump, and come to you with most peaceful intent. But they paid no heed to my words, merely advancing a few inches and with outstretched hands, continued to beat and claw the air, pausing only to signal to each other by touching each other's hands or different parts of each other's bodies. I was deeply perplexed by their actions, and took a step or two forward, when instantly they fell back the same distance. All men are brothers, I exclaimed in a loud tone, and carry the same shaped hearts in their breasts. Why do you fear me? You are thrice my number in your own home. I pray you stand fast and speak to me. As I was pronouncing these words, they kept jerking their heads back, as if the sound of my voice were smiting them in the face. It was very strange. Suddenly one of them drew from his pocket a ball of silken cord, and deathly, unrolling it, tossed one end toward me. It flew directly towards me, for its end was weighted with a thin disk of polish silver, as was the end retained in the hand of the thrower. His next move was to open his jacket and apparently press his disc against his bare body, right over his heart. I made haste to do the same with mine, holding it firmly in place. This done, he retreated a step or two until the silver cord had been drawn quite taut. Then he paused and stood for several instants without moving a muscle, after which he passed the disk to one of his companions, who, having pressed it against his heart, in turn passed it to the third of the group. With the quickness of thought, the truth now burst upon me. The three brownie like creatures in front of me were not only blind, but they were deaf and dumb. The one sense upon which they relied, and which in them was of most marvelous keenness, was the sense of feeling. The strange motions of their hands and fingers, so much like the beating and waving of an insects feelers were simply to intercept and measure the vibrations of the air set in motion by the movements of my body. Their large round eyes too, But the sense of feeling, but so wondrously acute was it that it was almost like the power of sight, enabling them, by the vibration of the air upon the balls, to tell exactly how near a moving object is to them. Their purpose in throwing the silken cord and silver dish to me was by measuring the beating of my heart and comparing it with their own to determine whether I was human like them. Judge of my astonishment, dear friends, upon seeing one of their number point to the silver disk, and by means of sign language, give me to understand that they wanted to feel the heart of the living creature in my company. Stooping down, I hastened to gratify their curiosity by applying it over my dear Bulgar's heart. At once. There was an expression of most comical amazement depicted on their faces as they passed the disk from one to the other and pressed it against different parts of their bodies, now against their breasts, now against their cheeks, and even against their closed eyelids. Of course, I knew that their amazement proceeded from the rapid beating of Bulger's heart, and I enjoyed their childlike surprise very much. All expression of fear now vanished from their faces, and I was delighted with the look of sweet temper and good humor that played about their features. Slowly and on tiptoe, they drew nearer to Bulgar and mean, and for several minutes amused themselves mightily by running their long, flexible fingers hither and thither over our bodies. It did not take to belong to discover that I was, to all intents and purposes, a creature of their own kind. But not so with Bulgar. Their round faces became seamed and lined with wonder as they made themselves acquainted with his to them strange build and ever and anon. As they felt him over would they pause, and, in lightning like motions of their fingers on each other's hands and arms and faces, exchanged thoughts as to the wonderful being which had entered the portal of their city. No doubt your dying of impatience, dear friends, to be told something more definite concerning these strange people among whom I had fallen. Well know then that their existence had been darkly hinted at in the manuscript of the great Master Don Fum. I say darkly hinted at. For you must bear in mind that Don Fum never visited this world within a world, that his wonderful wisdom enabled him to reason it all out without seeing it, just as the great naturalists of our day, upon finding a single tooth belonging to some gigantic creature which lived thousands of years ago, are able to draw complete pictures of him. While these curious beings whose city Bulgar and I had entered are called by two different names in Don Fum's Wonderful In some places he speaks of them as the pseudopsies or make believe eyes, and in others as the former folk or ant people. Either name was most appropriate, their large, round, clear eyes being really make believe ones, for as I have told you, they have absolutely no sense of sight. While on the other hand, the fact that they were deaf, dumb, and blind, and lived in underground homes made them well entitled to the name of ant people. In a few moments, the three pseudopsies had succeeded in teaching me the main principles of their pressure language, so that I was, to their great delight, enabled to answer a number of their questions. But think not, dear friends, that these very wise and active little folks, skilled in so many arts, have no other language than one consisting of pressures of different degree made by their fingertips upon each other's bodies. They had a most beautiful language, so rich that they were able to express the most difficult thoughts, to give utterance to the most varied emotions. In short, a language quite equal of ours in all respects save one. It contained absolutely no word that could give them the faintest notion what color was. This is not to be wondered at, for they themselves neither had nor could have even the faintest conception of what I meant by color, So that when I attempted to make them understand that our stars were bright points in the sky, they asked me if they would prick my finger if I should press upon one of them. But you, doubtless are anxious to know how the former folk can possibly make use of any other language than that of pressures. Well, I will tell you. Every pseudopsy carried at his girdle a little blank book, if I may so term it, the covers being of thin silver plates, variously carved and chased as the owner's taste may prompt. The leaves of this book also consist of thin sheets of silver, not much thicker than our tinfoil. Also fastened to his girdle by a silken cord, hangs a silver pen, or rather a stylus. Now, when a pseudopsy wishes to say something to one of his people, something too difficult to express by pressures of the finger tips, he simply turns over a leaf of the silver against the inside of either cover, both of which are slightly padded, and taking up his stylus, proceeds to write out what he wishes to say. And this done, he deftly tears the leaf out and hands it to his companion, who, taking it and turning it over, runs the wonderfully sensitive tips of his fingers over the raised writing, and reads it with the greyest ease. Only orse, he reads from right to left instead of from left to right as it was written. So hereafter, when I repeat my conversations with the form of folk, you will understand how they were conducted. End of Chapter fifteen.