to produce that light? We ride on trains as a matter of course; but how many of us could build a steam engine? How many of us could make paper, or ink, or the thousand-and-one little commonplace things we use every day? Could you refine ore, even if you could recognize it when you found it? Could you even make a stone knife with no more tools at your command than those possessed by the men of the Old Stone Age, which consisted of nothing but their hands and other stones?
If you think the first steam engine was a marvel of ingenuity, how much more ingenuity must it have taken to conceive and make the first stone knife.
Do not look down with condescension upon the men of the Old Stone Age, for their culture, by comparison with what had gone before, was greater than yours. Consider, for example, what marvelous inventive genius must have been his who first conceived the idea and then successfully created fire by artificial means. That nameless creature of a forgotten age was greater than Edison .
As our canoe approached the river bank opposite the village, I was unbound; and when we touched I was yanked roughly ashore. The other canoes followed us and were pulled up out of the water. A number of warriors had come down to greet us, and behind them huddled the men and the children, all a little fearful it seemed of the blustering women warriors.
I aroused only a mild curiosity. The women who had not seen me before looked upon me rather contemptuously.
'Whose is he?' asked one. 'He's not much of a prize for a whole day's expedition.'
'He's mine,' said Gluck. 'I know he can fight, because I've seen him; and he ought to be able to work as well as a woman; he's husky enough.'
'You can have him,' said the other. 'I wouldn't give him room in my hut.'
Gluck turned toward the men. 'Glula,' she called, 'come and get this. Its name is David. It will work in the field. See that it has food, and see that it works.'
A hairless, effeminate little man came forward. 'Yes, Gluck,' he said in a thin voice, 'I will see that he works.'
I followed Glula toward the village; and as we passed among the other men and children, three of the former and three children followed along with us, all eying me rather contemptuously.
'These are Rumla, Foola and Geela,' said Glula; 'and these are Gluck's children.'
'You don't look much like a man,' said Rumla; 'but then neither do any of the other men that we capture outside of the valley. It must be a strange world out there, where the men look like women and the women look like men; but it must be very wonderful to be bigger and stronger than your women.'
'Yes,' said Geela. 'If I were bigger and stronger than Gluck, I'd beat her with a stick every time I saw her.'
'So would I,' said Glula. 'I'd like to kill the big beast.'
'You don't seem very fond of Gluck,' I said.
'Did you ever see a man who was fond of a woman?' demanded Foola. 'We hate the brutes.'
'Why don't you do something about it, then?' I asked.
'What can we do?' he demanded. 'What can we poor men do against them? If we even talk back to them, they beat us.'
They took me to Gluck's hut, and Glula pointed out a spot just inside the door. 'You can make your bed there,' he said. It seemed that the choice locations were at the far end of the hut away from the door, and the reason for this, I learned later, was that the men were all afraid to sleep near the door for fear raiders would come and steal them. They knew what their trials and burdens were in Oog; but they didn't know but what they might be worse off in either Gef or Julok, the other two villages of the valley, which, with the village of Oog , were always warring upon one another, raiding for men and slaves.
The beds in the hut were merely heaps of grass; and Glula went with me and helped me gather some for my own bed. Then he took me just outside the village and showed me Gluck's garden patch. Another man was working in it. He was an upstanding looking chap, evidently a prisoner from outside the valley. He was hoeing with a sharpened stick. Glula handed me a similar crude tool, and set me to work beside the other slave. Then he returned to the village.
After he was gone, my companion turned to me, 'My name is Zor,' he said.
'And mine is David,' I replied. 'I am from Sari.'
''Sari.' I have heard of it. It lies beside the Loral Az. I am from Zoram.'
'I have heard much of Zoram, ' I said. 'It lies in the Mountains of the Thipdars.'
'From whom have you heard of Zoram?' he asked.
'From Jana, the Red Flower of Zoram,' I replied, 'and from Thoar, her brother.'
'Thoar is my good friend,' said Zor. 'Jana went away to another world with her man.'
'You have slept here many times?' I asked.
'Many times,' he replied.
'And there is no escape?'
'They watch us very closely. There are always sentries around the village, for they never know when they may expect a raid, and these sentries watch us also.'
'Sentries or no sentries,' I said, 'I don't intend staying here the rest of my natural life. Some time an opportunity must come when we might escape.'
The other shrugged. 'Perhaps,' he said; 'but I doubt it. However, if it ever does, I am with you.'
'Good. We'll both be on the lookout for it. We should keep together as much as possible; sleep at the same time, so that we may be awake at the same time. To what woman do you belong?'
'To Rhump. She's a she-jalok, if there ever was one; and you?'
'I belong to Gluck.'
'She's worse. Keep out of the hut as much as you can, when she's in it. Do your sleeping while she's away hunting or raiding. She seems to think that slaves don't need any sleep. If she ever finds you asleep, she'll kick and beat you to within an inch of your life.'
'Sweet character,' I commented.
'They are all pretty much alike,' replied Zor. 'They have none of the natural sensibilities of women and only the characteristics of the lowest and most brutal types of men.'
'How about their men?' I asked.
'Oh, they're a decent lot; but scared of their lives. Before you've been here long, you'll realize that they have a right to be.'
We had been working while we talked, for the eyes of the sentries were almost constantly upon us. These sentries were posted around the village so that no part of it was left open to a surprise attack; and, likewise, all of the slaves were constantly under observation as they worked in the gardens. These warrior-women sentries were hard taskmasters, permitting no relaxation from the steady grind of hoeing and weeding. If a slave wished to go to his master's hut and sleep, he must first obtain permission from one of the sentries; and more often than not it was refused.
I do not know how long I worked in the gardens of Gluck the Chief. I was not permitted enough sleep; and so I was always half dead from fatigue. The food was coarse and poor, and was rationed to us slaves none too bountifully.
Half starved, I once picked up a tuber which I had unearthed while hoeing; and, turning my back on the nearest sentry, commenced to gnaw upon it. Notwithstanding my efforts of concealment, however, the creature saw me, and came lumbering forward. She grabbed the tuber from me and stuck it into her own great mouth, and then she aimed a blow at me that would have put me down for the count had it landed; but it didn't. I ducked under it. That made her furious, and she aimed another at me. Again I made her miss; and by this time she was livid with rage and whooping like an Apache, applying to me all sorts of vile Pellucidarian epithets.
She was making so much noise that she attracted the attention of the other sentries and the women in the village. Suddenly she drew her bone knife and came for me with murder in her eye. Up to this time I had simply been trying to avoid her blows for Zor had told me that to attack one of these women would probably mean certain death; but now it was different. She was evidently intent upon killing me, and I had to do something about it.
Like most of her kind, she was awkward, muscle-bound and slow; and she telegraphed every move that she was going to make; so I had no trouble in eluding her when she struck at me; but this time I did not let it go at
