Chapter 1. Lost On Pellucidar
The Arabs, of whom I wrote you at the end of my last letter (Innes began), and whom I
thought to be enemies intent only upon murdering me, proved to be exceed- ingly
friendly--they were searching for the very band of marauders that had threatened my
existence. The huge rhamphorhynchus-like reptile that I had brought back with me from
the inner world--the ugly Mahar that Hooja the Sly One had substituted for my dear Dian
at the moment of my departure--filled them with wonder and with awe.
Nor less so did the mighty subterranean prospector which had carried me to Pellucidar
and back again, and which lay out in the desert about two miles from my camp.
With their help I managed to get the unwieldy tons of its great bulk into a vertical
position--the nose deep in a hole we had dug in the sand and the rest of it supported by
the trunks of date-palms cut for the purpose.
It was a mighty engineering job with only wild Arabs and their wilder mounts to do the
work of an electric crane--but finally it was completed, and I was ready for departure.
For some time I hesitated to take the Mahar back with me. She had been docile and quiet
ever since she had discovered herself virtually a prisoner aboard the "iron mole." It had
been, of course, impossible for me to communicate with her since she had no auditory
organs and I no knowledge of her fourth-dimension, sixth-sense method of
Naturally I am kind-hearted, and so I found it beyond me to leave even this hateful and
repulsive thing alone in a strange and hostile world. The result was that when I entered
the iron mole I took her with me.
That she knew that we were about to return to Pellucidar was evident, for immediately
her manner changed from that of habitual gloom that had pervaded her, to an almost
human expression of contentment and delight.
Our trip through the earth's crust was but a repetition of my two former journeys between
the inner and the outer worlds. This time, however, I imagine that we must have
maintained a more nearly perpendicular course, for we accomplished the journey in a few
min- utes' less time than upon the occasion of my first journey through the five-hundred-
mile crust. just a trifle less than seventy-two hours after our departure into the sands of
the Sahara, we broke through the surface of Pellucidar.
Fortune once again favored me by the slightest of margins, for when I opened the door in
the prospector's outer jacket I saw that we had missed coming up through the bottom of
an ocean by but a few hundred yards.