The Coming Race
When I once more awoke I saw by my bed-side the child who had brought the rope and
grappling-hooks to the house in which I had been first received, and which, as I
afterwards learned, was the residence of the chief magistrate of the tribe. The child,
whose name was Taee (pronounced Tar-ee), was the magistrate's eldest son. I found that
during my last sleep or trance I had made still greater advance in the language of the
country, and could converse with comparative ease and fluency.
This child was singularly handsome, even for the beautiful race to which he belonged,
with a countenance very manly in aspect for his years, and with a more vivacious and
energetic expression than I had hitherto seen in the serene and passionless faces of the
men. He brought me the tablet on which I had drawn the mode of my descent, and had
also sketched the head of the horrible reptile that had scared me from my friend's corpse.
Pointing to that part of the drawing, Taee put to me a few questions respecting the size
and form of the monster, and the cave or chasm from which it had emerged. His interest
in my answers seemed so grave as to divert him for a while from any curiosity as to
myself or my antecedents. But to my great embarrassment, seeing how I was pledged to
my host, he was just beginning to ask me where I came from, when Zee, fortunately
entered, and, overhearing him, said, "Taee, give to our guest any information he may
desire, but ask none from him in return. To question him who he is, whence he comes, or
wherefore he is here, would be a breach of the law which my father has laid down in this
"So be it," said Taee, pressing his hand to his breast; and from that moment, till the one in
which I saw him last, this child, with whom I became very intimate, never once put to me
any of the questions thus interdicted.