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J. Allen St. John: Tarzan at the Earth's Core - wraparound DJ -  different b/w FP
Part Five
            We reluctantly leave White Skin and White Tooth lost in a Pellucidarian forest while we return to Jason Gridley, who has just witnessed one of the most hideous mass killings of all time, wondering if he is the only survivor of the doomed 0-220 party in search of Tarzan.

Jason Gridley, looking down from the branches of the tree in which he had found sanctuary, was held by a certain horrible fascination as he watched the feast of the great cats.
The scene that he had just witnessed – the stupendous spectacle of savagery – suggested to him something of what life upon the outer crust must have been at the dawn of humanity.
The suggestion was borne in upon him that perhaps this scene which he had witnessed might illustrate an important cause of the extinction of all of these animals upon the outer crust.
The action of the great saber-tooth tigers of Pellucidar in rounding up the other beasts and driving them to this clearing for slaughter evidenced a development of intelligence far beyond that attained by the carnivores of the outer world of the present day, such concerted action by the great number for the common good being unknown.
            Too bad ERB didn’t have access to the cable nature channels on TV today, because he would have learned that this same kind of behavior exists in sea mammals like dolphins and killer whales in the oceans of the outer crust. It is fascinating to watch whole schools of fish being rounded up and then devoured in one huge mass killing by these cunning predators. After all, God has the richest imagination when it comes to things like mass extinction.
Gridley saw that the vast number of animals that had been slaughtered and most of them uselessly, since there was more flesh there than the surviving tigers could consume before it reached a stage of putrefaction that would render it unpalatable even to one of the great cats. And this fact suggested the conviction that the cunning of the tigers had reached a plane where it might reasonably be expected to react upon themselves and eventually cause their extinction, for in the savage fury and lust for flesh they had slaughtered indiscriminantly males and females, young and old. If this slaughter went unchecked for ages, the natural prey of the tigers must become extinct and then, goaded by starvation, they would fall upon one another.
The last stage of the ascendancy of the great cats upon the outer crust must have been short and terrible and so eventually it would prove here in Pellucidar.
And just as the great cats may have reached a point where their mental development had spelled their own doom, so in the preceding era the gigantic, carnivorous dinosaurs of the Jurassic may similarly have caused the extinction of their own contemporaries and then of themselves. Nor did Jason Gridley find it difficult to apply the same line of reasoning to the evolution of man upon the outer crust and to his own possible extinction in the not far remote future. In fact, he recalled quite definitely that statisticians had shown that within two hundred years or less the human race would have so greatly increased and its natural resources of the outer world would have been so depleted that the last generation must either starve to death or turn to cannibalism to prolong its hateful existence for another short period.
            Boy, with all of the Doomsday Prepper activity in North America you would almost think this scenario of 1928 statisticians was coming true a hundred years too early. With the evidence of Easter Island, where religion and stupidity caused a total depletion of the trees on the island, this kind of Doomsday is easy to imagine.

            But then again, the idea of a Zombie Apocalypse was a little too far-fetched even for the limitless imagination of ERB in 1928. It wouldn’t be until 1954 with the publication of Richard Matheson’s I am Legend, about a lone post-Holocaust survivor of a virus that causes vampirism, that that modern genre really took off.

    Perhaps, thought Gridley, in nature’s laboratory each type that had at some era dominated all others represented an experiment in the eternal search for perfection. The invertebrate had given way to fishes, the fishes to the reptiles, the reptiles to the birds and mammals, and these, in turn, had been forced to bow to the greater intelligence of man.
    What would be next? Gridley was sure that there would be something after man, who is unquestionably the Creator’s greatest blunder, combining as he does all the vices of preceding types from invertebrate to mammals, while possessing few of their virtues.
    As such thoughts were forced upon his mind by the scene below him they were accompanied by others of more immediate importance, first of which was concern for his fellows.
    Nowhere about the clearing did he see any sign of a human being alive or dead. He called aloud several times but received no reply, though he realized that it was possible that above the roaring and the growling of the feeding beasts his voice might not carry to any great distance. He began to have hopes that his companions had all escaped, but he was still greatly worried over the fate of Von Horst.
    The subject of second consideration was that of his own escape and return to the 0-220. He had it in his mind that at nightfall the beasts might retire and unconsciously he glanced upward at the sun to note the time, when the realization came to him that there would never be any night, that forever throughout all eternity it would be noon here. And then he began to wonder how long he had been gone from the ship, but when he glanced at his watch he realized that that meant nothing. The hour hand might have made an entire circle since he had just looked at it, for in the excitement of all that had transpired since they had left the 0-220 how might the mind of man, unaided, compute time?
    But he knew that eventually the beasts must get their fill and leave. After them, however, there would be the hyaenadons and the jackals with their fierce cousins, the wild dogs. As he watched these, sitting at a respectful distance from the tigers or slinking hungrily in the background, he realized that they might easily prove as much of a bar to his escape as the saber-tooth tigers themselves.
    The hyaenadons especially were most discouraging to contemplate. Their bodies were as large as that of a full grown mastiff. They walked upon short, powerful legs and their broad jaws were massive and strong. Dark, shaggy hair covered their backs and sides, turning to white upon their breasts and bellies.
    Gnawing hunger assailed Jason Gridley and also an overpowering desire to sleep, convincing him that he must have been many hours away from the 0-220, and yet the beasts beneath him continued to feed.
    A dead thag lay at the foot of the tree in which the American kept his lonely vigil. So far it had not been fed upon and the nearest tiger was fifty yards away. Gridley was hungry, so hungry that he eyed the thag covetously. He glanced about him, measuring the distance from the tree to the nearest tiger and trying to compute the length of time that it would take him to clamber back to safety should he descend to the ground. He had seen the tigers in action and he knew how swiftly they could cover ground and that one of them could leap almost as high as the branch upon which he sat.
    Altogether the chance of success seemed slight for the plan he had in mind in the event that the nearest tiger took exception to it. But great though the danger was, hunger won. Gridley drew his hunting knife and lowered himself gently to the ground, keeping an alert eye upon the nearest tiger. Quickly he sliced several long strips of flesh from the thag’s hind quarter.
    The tarag feeding fifty yards away looked up. Jason sliced another strip, returned his knife to its sheath and climbed quickly back to safety. The tarag lowered its head upon its kill and closed its eyes.
    The American gathered dead twigs and small branches that still clung to the living tree and with them he built a small fire in a great crotch.
    Here he cooked some of the meat of the thag; the edges were charred, the inside was raw, but Jason Gridley could have sworn that never before in his life had he tasted such delicious food.
    How long his culinary activities employed him, he did not know, but when he glanced down again at the clearing he saw that most of the tigers had quitted their kills and were moving leisurely toward the forest, their distended bellies proclaiming how well they had surfeited themselves. And as the tigers retired, the hyaenadons, the wild dogs and the jackals closed in to the feast.
    The hyaenadons kept the others away and Gridley saw another long wait ahead of him; nor was he mistaken. And when the hyaenadons had had their fill and gone, the wild dogs came and kept the jackals away.
    In the meantime Gridley had fashioned a rude platform among the branches of the tree, and here he had slept, awakening refreshed but assailed by a thirst that was almost overpowering.
    The wild dogs were leaving now and Gridley determined to wait no longer. Already the odor of decaying flesh was warning him of worse to come and there was the fear too that the tigers might return to their kills.
    Descending from the tree he skirted the clearing, keeping close to the forest and searching for the trail by which his party had entered the clearing. The wild dogs, slinking away, turned to growl at him, baring menacing fangs. But knowing how well their bellies were filled, he entertained little fear of them; while for the jackals he harbored that contempt which is common among all creatures.
    Gridley was dismayed to note that many trails entered the clearing; nor could he recognize any distinguishing mark that might suggest the one by which he had come. Whatever footprints his party had left had been entirely obliterated by the pads of the carnivores.
    He tried to reconstruct the passage across the clearing to the tree in which he had found safety and by this means he hit upon a trail to follow, although he had no assurance that it was the right trail. The baffling noonday sun shining down upon him seemed to taunt him with his helplessness.
    As he proceeded alone down the lonely trail, realizing that at any instant he might come face to face with some terrible beast of a long dead past, Jason Gridley wondered how the ape-like progenitors of man had survived to transmit any of their characteristics however unpleasant to a posterity. That he could live to reach the 0-220 he much doubted. The idea that he might live to take a mate and raise a family was preposterous.
    While the general aspect of the forest through which he was passing seemed familiar, he realized that this might be true no matter what trail he was upon and now he reproached himself for not having had the trees along the trail blazed. What a stupid ass he had been, he thought; but his regrets were not so much for himself as for the others, whose safety had been in his hands.
    Never in his life had Jason Gridley felt more futile or helpless. To trudge ceaselessly along the endless trail, having not the slightest idea whether it led toward the 0-220 or in the opposite direction was depressing, even maddening; yet there was naught else to do. And always that damned noonday sun staring unblinkingly down upon him – the cruel sun that could see his ship, but would not lead him to it.
    His thirst was annoying, but not yet overpowering, when he came to small stream that was crossed by the trail. Here he drank and rested for a while, built a small fire, cooked some more of the thag meat, drank again and took up his weary march – but much refreshed.

    Aboard the 0-220, as the hours passed and hope waned, the spirit of the remaining officers and members of the crew became increasingly depressed as apprehension for the safety of their absent comrades increased gradually until it became eventually an almost absolute conviction of disaster.
    “They have been gone nearly seventy-two hours now,” said Zuppner, who, with Dorf and Hines, spent most of his time in the upper observation cabin or pacing the narrow walkingway along the ship’s back. “I never felt helpless before in my life,” he continued ruefully, “but I am free to admit that I don’t know what in the devil to do.”
    “It just goes to show,” said Hines, “how much we depend upon habit and custom and precedence in determining all our action even in the face of what we are pleased to call emergency. Here there is no custom, habit or precedence to guide us.”
    “We have only our own resources,” said Dorf, “and it is humiliating to realize that we have no resources.”
    “Not under the conditions that surround us,” said Zuppner. “On the outer crust there would be no question that we should cruise around in search of the missing members of our party. We could make rapid excursions, returning to our base often; but here in Pellucidar if we should lose sight of our base there is not one us who believes he could return the ship to this same anchorage. And that is a chance we cannot take for the only hope those men have is that this ship shall be here when they return.”
    One hundred and fifty feet below them Robert Jones leaned far out of the galley in an effort to see the noonday sun shining down upon the ship. His simple, good-natured face wore a puzzled expression not untinged by awe, and as he drew back into the galley he extracted a rabbit’s foot from his trousers pocket. Gently he touched each eye with it and then rubbed it vigorously upon the top of his head at the same time muttering incoherently below his breath.
    From the vantage point of the walkingway far above, Lieutenant Hines scanned the landscape in all directions through powerful glasses as he had done for so long that it seemed he knew every shrub and tree and blade of grass within sight.
            It was this scene that made me suddenly realize that the walkingway was at the very outside top of the ship. Like most readers, I suppose, when confronted with a number of barely understood statistics, I had rapidly read through this description in Chapter 1, but with this added detail, its reality, as well as the great size of the ship made clear by the 150 feet difference between the galley and the walkingway, was knocked into my consciousness.

            Let us take a moment to picture the great airship in all of its details as it rests in the clearing with Pellucidar spread out, and upwards, before the crew. On the walkingway – as you recall it traverses the 0-220 from the forward gun and observation cabin to a small turret at the rear of the ship where a machine-gun can be mounted – we can barely make out Lt. Hines – standing between Zuppner and Dorf – scanning the countryside with his powerful binoculars. Do you see them? Good. Now scan down over the bulge of the gigantic airship until you can see Robert Jones sticking his head out of the galley port window in the main keel cabin. Do you see him? Outstanding! You are sustaining your imagination. By the way, don’t ask me why this scene hasn’t been depicted by an artist yet.

    The wild life of savage Pellucidar that crossed and re-crossed the clearing had long since become an old story to these three men. Again and again as one animal or another had emerged from the distant forest the glasses had been leveled upon it until it could be identified as other than man; but now Hines voiced a sudden, nervous exclamation.

    “What is it?” demanded Zuppner.

    “”It’s a man,” exclaimed Hines. “I’m sure of it.”

    “Where?” asked Dorf, as he and Zuppner raised their glasses to their eyes.

    “About two points to port.”

    “I see it,” said Dorf. “It’s either Gridley or Von Horst, and whoever it is he is alone.”

    “Take ten of the crew at once, Lieutenant,” said Zuppner, turning to Dorf. “See that they are well armed and go out and meet him. Lose no time,” he shouted after the Lieutenant, who had already started down the climbing shaft.

            We must remember that the forward climbing shaft was at the forward end of the ship terminating in the gun and observation cabin, meaning that the scene we have just witnessed likely took place just outside of the observation cabin and not at the very apex of the ship.
    The two officers upon the top of the 0-220 watched Dorf and his party as it set out to meet the man they could see trudging steadily toward the ship. They watched them as they approached one another, though, owing to the contour of the land, which was rolling, neither Dorf nor the man he had gone to meet caught sight of one another until they were less than a hundred yards apart. It was then that the Lieutenant recognized the other as Jason Gridley.
    As they hastened forward and clasped hands it was typical of the man that Gridley’s first words were an inquiry relative to the missing members of the party.
    Dorf shook his head. “You are the only one that has returned,” he said.
    The eager light died out of Gridley’s eyes and he suddenly looked very tired and much older as he greeted the engineers and mechanics who made up the party that had come to escort him back to the ship.
    “I have been within sight of the ship for a long time,” he said. “How long, I do not know. I broke my watch back in the forest a way trying to beat a tiger up a tree. Then another one treed me just on the edge of the clearing in plain view of the ship. It seems as though I have been there a week. How long have I been gone, Dorf?”
    “About seventy-two hours.”
    Gridley’s face brightened. “Then there is no reason to give up hope yet for the others,” he said. “I honestly thought I had been gone a week. I have slept several times, I never could tell how long; and then I have gone for what seemed long periods without sleep because I became very tired and excessively hungry and thirsty.”
    During the return march to the ship Jason insisted upon hearing a detailed account of everything that had happened since his departure, but it was not until they had joined Zuppner and Hines that he narrated the adventures that had befallen him and his companions during their ill-fated expedition.
    “The first thing I want,” he told them after he had been greeted by Zuppner and Hines, “is a bath, and then if you will have Bob cook a couple of cows I’ll give you the details of the expedition while I am eating them. A couple of handfuls of Bos Primigenus and some wild fruit have only whetted my appetite.”
    A half hour later, refreshed by a bath, a shave and fresh clothing, he joined them in the mess room.
    As the three men seated themselves, Robert Jones entered from the galley, his shining face wreathed in smiles.
    “Ah’m suttinly glad to see you all, suh,” said Robert. “I knew sumpin was a-goin’ to happen though – Ah knew we was a-goin’ to have good luck.”
    “Well I’m glad to be back, Bob,” said Gridley, “and I don’t know of anyone that I am happier to see than you, for I sure have missed your cooking. But what made you think that we’re going to have good luck?”
    “Ah jes had a brief conversation with mah rabbit’s foot. Dat ole boy he never fails me. We suah be out o’ luck if Ah lose him.”
    “Oh, I’ve seen lots of rabbits around, Bob,” said Zuppner. “We can get you a bushel of them in no time.’
    “Yes, suh, Cap’n, but you cain’t get ‘em in de dahk and dey ain’t no moon, an’ othe’wise dey lacks efficiency.”
    “It’s a good thing, then, that we brought you along,” said Jason, “and a mighty good thing for Pellucidar, for she never has had a really effective rabbit’s foot before in all her experience. But I can see where you are going to need that rabbit’s foot pretty badly yourself in about a minute, Bob.”
    “How’s dat, suh?” demanded Robert.
    “The spirits tell me that something is going to happen to you if you don’t get food onto this table in a hurry,” laughed Gridley.
    “Yes, suh, comin’ right up,” exclained the man as he hastened into the galley.
    As Gridley ate, he went over the adventures of the last seventy-two hours in careful detail and the three men sought to arrive at some definite conjecture as to the distance he had covered from the ship and the direction.
    “Do you think that you could lead another party to the clearing where you became separated from Von Horst and the Waziri?” asked Zuppner.
    “Yes, of course I could,” replied Gridley, “because from the point that we entered the forest we blazed the trees up to the time we reached the trail, which we followed to the left. In fact I would not be needed at all and if we decide to send out such a party, I shall not accompany it.”
    The other officers looked at him in surprise and for a moment there was an embarrassed silence.
    “I have what I consider a better plan,” continued Gridley. “There are twenty-seven of us left. In the event of absolute necessity, twelve men can operate the ship. That will leave fifteen to form a new searching party. Leaving me out, you would have fourteen, and after you have heard my plan, if you decide upon sending out such a party, I suggest that Lieutenant Dorf command it, leaving you, Captain Zuppner, and Hines to navigate the ship in the event that none of us returns, or that you finally decide to set out in search of us.”
    “But I thought that you were not going,” said Zuppner.
    “I am not going with the searching party. I am going alone in the scout plane, and my advice would be that you send out no searching party for at least twenty-four hours after I depart, for in that time I shall either have located those who are missing or have failed entirely.”
    Zuppner shook his head, dubiously. “Hines, Dorf and I have discussed this feasibility of using the scout plane,” he said. “Hines was very anxious to make the attempt, although he realizes better than any of us that once a pilot is out of sight of the 0-220 he may never be able to locate it again, for you must remember that we know nothing concerning any of the landmarks of the country in the direction that our search must be prosecuted.”
    “I have taken all that into consideration,” replied Gridley, “and I realize that it is at best but a forlorn hope.”
    “Let me undertake it,” said Hines. “I have had more flying experience than you with the possible exception of Captain Zuppner, and it is out of the question that we should risk losing him.”
    Unmentioned here is where these young officers, especially Captain Zuppner, gained all of this flying experience. We must remember that Captain Zuppner inherited Robert Jones after WWI, thus making Captain Zuppner likely a WWI flying ace, like Herman Goering, who was too busy in the fledgling Nazi Party to take time out for this expedition. Or, more likely, he had been part of the great Zeppelin blitz’s of London at the beginning of the war to end all wars? Whatever, I believe there is a secret history here.
    “Any one of you three is probably better fitted to undertake such a flight than I,” replied Gridley; “but that does not relieve me of the responsibility. I am more responsible than any other member of this party for our being where we are and, therefore, any responsibility for the safety of the missing members of the expedition is greater than that of any of the rest of you. Under the circumstances, then, I could not permit anyone else to undertake this flight. I think that you will all understand and appreciate how I feel and that you will do me the favor to interpose no more objection.”
    It was several minutes thereafter before anyone spoke, the four seeming to be immersed in the business of sipping their coffee and smoking their cigarettes. It was Zuppner who broke the silence.
    “Before you undertake this thing,” he said, “you should have a long sleep, and in the meantime we will get the plane out and have it gone over thoroughly. You must have every chance for success that we can give you.”
    “Thank you!” said Gridley. “I suppose you are right about the sleep. I hate to waste the time, but if you will call me the moment that the ship is ready I shall go to my cabin at once at get such sleep as I can in the meantime.”
    While Gridley slept, the scout plane, carried aft in the keel cabin, was lowered to the ground, where it underwent a careful inspection and tests by the engineers and officers of the 0-220.
    Even before the plane was ready Gridley appeared at the cabin door of the 0-220 and descended to the ground.
    “You did not sleep long,” said Zuppner.
    “I do not know how long,” said Gridley, “but I feel rested and anyway I could not have slept longer, knowing that those fellows are out there somewhere waiting and hoping for succor.”
    “What route do you expect to follow?” asked Zuppner, “and how are you planning to insure a reasonable likelihood of your being able to return?”
    “I shall fly directly over the forest as far as I think it all likely that they could have marched in the time that they have been absent, assuming that they became absolutely confused and have traveled steadily away from the ship. As soon as I have gained sufficient altitude to make any observation I shall try and spot some natural landmark, like a mountain or a body of water, near the ship and from time to time, as I shall proceed, I shall make a note of similar landmarks. I believe that in this way I can easily find my way back, since at the furthest I cannot proceed over two hundred and fifty miles from the 0-220 and return to it with the fuel I can carry.
    “After I have reached the furthest possible limits that I think the party could have strayed, I shall commence circling, depending upon the noise of the motor to attract their attention and, of course, assuming that they will find some means of signaling their presence to me, which they can do even in wooded country by building smudges.”

            Using landmarks as guides may be easier for the feminine mind to grasp than the masculine. I have learned when asking for directions that women always guide me to my destination by landmarks, as in. “turn left at the drug store, go until you see the Burger King, and then turn right,” etc. Whereas men are more likely to give me the names of the streets and how many blocks you have to go before you get there. This is, of course, a gross generality. Oh, and have you noticed that no one has mentioned a word about the missing Tarzan? And can you even remember the original goal of the mission? Hehehehehe.

    “You expect to land?” inquired Zuppner, nodding at the heavy rifle which Gridley caried.

    “If I find them in open country, I shall land; but even if I do not find them it may be necessary for me to come down and my recent experiences have taught me not to venture far in Pellucidar without a rifle.”

    After a careful inspection, Gridley shook hands with the three remaining officers and bid farewell to the ship’s company, all of whom were anxious observers of his preparation for departure.

    “Good-bye, old man,” said Zuppner, “and may God and luck go with you.”

    Gridley pressed the hand of the man he had come to look upon as a staunch and loyal friend, and then took his seat in the open cockpit of the scout plane. Two mechanics spun the propeller, the motor roared and a moment later the block was kicked away and the plane rolled out across the grassy meadowland towards the forest at the far side. The watchers saw it rise swiftly and make a great circle and they knew that Gridley was looking for a landmark. Twice it circled above the open plain and darted away across the forest.

    It had not been until he had made that first circle that Jason Gridley had realized the handicap that the horizonless landscape of Pellucidar had placed upon his chances of return. He had thought of a mountain standing boldly out against the sky, for such a landmark would have been almost constantly within the range of his vision during the entire flight.

    There were mountains in the distance, but they stood out against no background of blue sky nor upon any horizon. They simply merged with the landscape beyond them, curving upwards in the distance. Twice he circled, his keen eyes searching for any outstanding point in the topography of the country beneath him, but there was nothing that was more apparent than the grassy plain upon which the 0-220 rested.

    He felt that he could not waste time and fuel by searching longer for a landmark that did not exist, and while he realized that the plain would be visible for but a comparatively short distance he was forced to accept it as his sole guide in lieu of a better one.

    Roaring above the leafy roof of the primeval forest, all that transpired upon the ground below was hidden from him and it was tantalizing to realize that he might have passed directly over the heads of the comrades he sought, yet there was no other way. Returning, he would either circle or hold an exaggerated zig-zag course, watching carefully for sign of a signal.

    For almost two hours Jason Gridley held a straight course, passing over forest, plain and rolling, hilly country, but nowhere did he see any sign of those he sought. Already he had reached the limit of the distance he had planned upon coming when there loomed ahead of him in the distance a range of lofty mountains. These alone would have determined him to turn back, since his judgment told them that the lost members of the party, should they have chanced to come this far, would by now have realized that they were traveling in the wrong direction.

    As he banked to turn he caught a glimpse out of the corner of an eye of something in the air above him and looking quickly back, Jason Gridley caught his breath in astonishment.

    Hovering now, almost above him, was a gigantic creature, the enormous spread of whose wings amost equalled that of the plane he was piloting. The man had a single glimpse of tremendous jaws, armed with mighty teeth, in the very instant that he realized that this mighty anachronism was bent upon attacking him.

    Gridley was flying at an altitude of about three thousand feet when the huge pteranodon launched itself straight at the ship. Jason sought to elude it by diving. There was a terrific crash, a roar, a splintering of wood and a grinding of metal as the pteranodon swooped down upon its prey and full into the propeller.

    What happened then, happened so quickly that Jason Gridley could not have reconstructed the scene five seconds later.

    The plane turned completely over and at the same instant Gridley jumped. He jerked the rip cord of his parachute. Something struck him on the head and he lost consciousness.

            This is very similar to the circumstances that brought down Tom Billings’ plane in the second chapter of The People that Time Forgot, where Tom actually tries to kill an attacking pterodactyl with his machine-gun before he crashes on the island of Caspak in the closing days of WWI. ERB must have enjoyed that encounter since he virtually repeats it ten years later with Jason Gridley, who, sadly, does not have a machine-gun. Thus, we must leave Jason swinging unconscious in his parachute harness for another chapter or so, because, after all, this is a Tarzan adventure.

We return to Tarzan and Tar-gash in Chapter 6. See you next time.

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