A Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper Cylinder by James De Mille (good summer reads txt) ๐
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A Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper Cylinder is perhaps James De Milleโs most popular book; sadly, De Mille didnโt get to see this novel grow in popularity, as it was first serialized posthumously, in Harperโs Weekly. De Mille had written the novel before the โlost worldโ genre had become saturated, meaning many of the ideas were fresh and original for the time in which it was written. But, since he didnโt succeed in publishing it during his lifetime, by the time the novel was made public other authors like H. Rider Haggard had made the ideas and plot clichรฉd.
The novel itself tells the tale of a shipwrecked sailor, Adam More, who passes through a mysterious underground passage into a hidden land deep in the Antarctic, kept warm by a hidden volcano. The land is populated by an ancient civilization whose views on life and wealth are the polar opposite of those held in British society of the timeโthey view death and poverty as the highest religious and social achievements. As More adventures through the strange land, he encounters fantastic dinosaurs, lovelorn princesses, and the classic kind of adventure that foreshadows the pulp novels of the next century.
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Almah utterly refused to go to the feast, and entreated me not to go; but this only served to increase my curiosity, and I determined to see it for myself, whatever it was. She had seen it, and why should not I? Whatever it might be, my nerves could surely stand the shock as well as hers. Besides, I was anxious to know the very worst; and if there was anything that could surpass in atrocity what I had already witnessed, it were better that I should not remain in ignorance of it.
So at length, leaving Almah, I returned to the hall of the feast. I found there a vast multitude, which seemed to comprise the whole cityโ โmen, women, children, all were there. Long tables were laid out. The people were all standing and waiting. A choir was singing plaintive strains that sounded like the chant of the sacrifice. Those nearest me regarded me with their usual amiable smiles, and wished to conduct me to some place of honor; but I did not care about taking part in this feast. I wished to be a mere spectator, nothing more. I walked past and came to the next cavern. This seemed to be quite as large as the other. There was a crowd of people here also, and at one end there blazed an enormous fire. It was a furnace that seemed to be used for cooking the food of this banquet, and there was a thick steam rising from an immense cauldron, while the air was filled with an odor like that of a kitchen.
All this I took in at a glance, and at the same instant I saw something else. There were several very long tables, which stood at the sides of the cavern and in the middle, and upon each of these I saw lying certain things covered over with cloths. The shape of these was more than suggestiveโ โit told me all. It was a sight of horrorโ โawful, tremendous, unspeakable! For a moment I stood motionless staring; then all the cavern seemed to swim around me. I reeled, I fell, and sank into nothingness.
When I revived I was in the lighted grotto, lying on a couch, with Almah bending over me. Her face was full of tenderest anxiety, yet there was also apparent a certain solemn gloom that well accorded with my own feelings. As I looked at her she drew a long breath, and buried her face in her hands.
After a time my recollection returned, and all came back to me. I rose to a sitting posture.
โDo not rise yet,โ said Almah, anxiously; โyou are weak.โ
โNo,โ said I; โI am as strong as ever; but Iโm afraid that you are weaker.โ
Almah shuddered.
โIf you had told me exactly what it was, I would not have gone.โ
โI could not tell you,โ said she. โIt is too terrible to name. Even the thought is intolerable. I told you not to go. Why did you go?โ
She spoke in accents of tender reproach, and there were tears in her eyes.
โI did not think of anything so hideous as that,โ said I. โI thought that there might be a sacrifice, but nothing worse.โ
I now learned that when I fainted I had been raised most tenderly, and the Kohen himself came with me as I was carried back, and he thought that Almah would be my most agreeable nurse. The Kohen was most kind and sympathetic, and all the people vied with one another in their efforts to assist meโ โso much so that there was the greatest confusion. It was only by Almahโs express entreaty that they retired and left me with her.
Here was a new phase in the character of this mysterious people. Could I ever hope to understand them? Where other people are cruel to strangers, or at best indifferent, these are eager in their acts of kindness; they exhibit the most unbounded hospitality, the most lavish generosity, the most self-denying care and attention; where others would be offended at the intrusion of a stranger, and enraged at his unconquerable disgust, these people had no feeling save pity, sympathy, and a desire to alleviate his distress. And yetโ โoh, and yet!โ โoh, thought of horror!โ โwhat was this that I had seen? The abhorrent savages in the outer wilderness were surely of the same race as these. They too received us kindly, they too lavished upon us their hospitality, and yet there followed the horror of that frightful repast. Here there had been kindness and generosity and affectionate attention, to be succeeded by deeds without a name. Ah me! what an hour that was! And yet it was as nothing compared to what lay before me in the future.
But the subject was one of which I dared not speakโ โone from which I had to force my thoughts away. I took the violin and played โLochaberโ till Almah wept, and I had to put it away. Then I begged her to play or sing. She brought an instrument like a lute, and upon this she played some melancholy strains. At length the Kohen came in. His mild, benevolent face never exhibited more gentle and affectionate sympathy than now. He seated himself, and with eyes half closed, as usual, talked much; and yet, with a native delicacy which always distinguished this extraordinary man, he made no allusion to the awful Mista Kosek. For my own part, I could not speak. I was absentminded, overwhelmed with gloom and despair, and at the same time full of aversion toward him and all his race. One question, however, I had to put.
โWho were the victims of the Mista Kosek?โ
โThey?โ said he, with an agreeable smile. โOh, they were the victims of the sacrifice.โ
I sank back in my seat, and said no more. The Kohen then took Almahโs lute, played and sang in a very sweet voice, and at length, with his usual
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