How I grew weary of travel and resolved to settle down for a long rest. A quiet life however soon tires me, and I desire to set out again. Bulger’s opposition. How I deceived him. We take our departure. Encounter a terrible storm. Are shipwrecked on a beautiful Island. Made prisoners by the Round Bodies. Description of this strange people. We are condemned to die. Saved by RolÂ-BolÂ, the Roundbody Princess. More about the strange beings. The Princess falls in love with me. Preparations for marriage. The ceremony on the Great Plain. The sudden storm. Consternation of the Round Bodies. I lash Bulger and myself to a platform. The storm-king catches up the wooden structure and bears it away. Transported to the main land on the wings of the wind. We are gently dropped in a grain field not a thousand miles from home. Our unspeakable joy. A GOOD MOTHER ROUNDBODY AMUSING HER CHILDREN. At this period of my life I had firmly resolved to settle down and enjoy a good, long rest. Bulger and I both needed it. We were tired of strange sights, strange lands and strange people. “Why should we not,” thought I, “enjoy our world-wide fame?” From the very ends of the earth, visitors flocked in thousands to my House Wonderful to see my treasures, my extraordinary curiosities, and above all, my remarkable dog, Bulger, the sole companion of my strange and eventful life, my guide, my friend, my counsellor, my all. Scarcely, however, were the valleys green again after a long and bitterly cold winter—so cold in fact that I drank nothing but iced tea for full three months, as it was utterly impossible to carry the pot from the stove to the table quickly enough to prevent its freezing,—than my thoughts As I roused myself from my reverie I found Bulger sitting at my feet with his kind, lustrous eyes fixed full upon my face. He had read my thoughts as correctly and easily as I might the words of a child’s primer, and as he saw that I was wide awake and in full possession of my faculties, he seized hold of my sleeve and whined most piteously. Dear, faithful animal! Oh, that I had heeded thy remonstrance! But no, it was not to be. Unwilling to fret and worry good Bulger, I now resolved to make use of a faculty which had no place in his nature—namely hypocrisy. When he was in my presence I pretended to be perfectly happy and contented, going about laughing, singing and dancing; but the very moment he had quitted the room I set to work making ready for another journey. At last all was ready. When Bulger entered the house and set eyes upon boxes and packages, he lifted his head and gave one long, dismal howl of entreaty; but seeing that my purpose was fixed, like a true and faithful servitor, he bounded to my side and licked my outstretched hand, as much as to say: “Thy road is my road, thy fate is my fate!” In a few hours we were on our way to the sea-board. My heart was light, my spirits buoyant and gay. “What is life?” I cried. “Am I a worm to vegetate in mold and darkness? Nay! I am a creature of intelligence, of mind, of soul; the air, the sunlight, the boundless universe, are mine; I will enjoy them.” Luckily I had not long to wait in the seaport, for a good, staunch vessel was nearly loaded. Learning that she was bound for the Southern ocean, I at once ordered my effects to be set on board, and before the new moon had lost its crescent I was on the high seas with my faithful Bulger by my side and a bounding heart beating joyful music in my breast. Bulger seemed to have gotten over his strange presentiment of evil and romped about the deck with all his old-time love of mirth and jollity. But upon me, however, after our good vessel was a few days out, there came a strange feeling never experienced before. In my dreams, light and darkness alternately oppressed me; the one more dazzling than the electric flash, the other deeper than earthly night. Our seventh day out, at high noon, suddenly it seemed as if some mighty hand had drawn a vast and impenetrable curtain of inky blackness over the entire sky. It almost appeared as if some terrible demon of the skies had suddenly blown out the very sun itself. Bulger, with one bound, gained my side, and, fastening his teeth in my sash, moaned piteously, as was his custom when he thought my life in danger. I stooped and stroked his head. The palm of my hand felt the hot tears that were streaming from his eyes. Just then the vessel gave a lurch, and Bulger’s weight tore his teeth from their hold in my sash, and in an instant he was separated from me. I heard his supplicating bark in a distant part of the ship. “Bulger! Bulger!” I cried, “here! here! this way, to me, to me!” and in my desperation at thought of losing my loved companion, I darted in the direction of the barking, regardless of the black night which enveloped us, and stumbling over some object fell headlong on the deck. My fall stunned me. I rose upon my elbow and passed my hand over my eyes like a person just waking from a deep sleep. Sulphurous flames now darted from the four quarters of the heavens, and crash upon crash of deafening thunder rattled and pealed over our heads. A terrific blast of wind caught up our ship like a cockle shell and hurled it along through the seething, bubbling, maddened waters at such a fearful rate that every instant it seemed as if she must go to the bottom. We had struck upon the rocks, and our ship was pounding out her own life beneath my very feet. Instinctively I called upon my faithful Bulger. But not the voice of brazen throat and lungs could overcome the din of that tempest. The intense darkness was now dissipated by showers of meteoric fire, which fell like ten times ten thousand bursting rockets as far as the eye could reach. And then deep rifts broke in the inky mantle of the heavens and showers of hail stones, each as large as a goose egg, rattled with the fury of musketry upon the deck. At that moment a lurch of the vessel had rolled me under a huge copper kettle or my life would have been beaten out of me. “Farewell, dear Bulger!” I cried, in a tear-strangled voice, “this terrible discharge from heaven’s frozen artillery will surely end thy life! Farewell, faithful dog; a long farewell!” Gradually this terrifying shower of huge hail-stones lessened its fury, and strange to say, in doing so the falling stones drew most wonderful music from the great copper kettle which covered me like a huge buckler. The wind moaned a deep bass and the pounding of the vessel kept time like some gigantic drum. Although half-dead with fear, I listened with ecstatic pleasure to this awful concert played by the warring forces of nature. When it had ceased, I looked out from my hiding-place. Not a living soul was in sight. Every seaman and officer had perished beneath the strokes of the lightning, been crushed by the fall of hail, or swept by the resistless gale into the seething ocean. So calm did it grow that I was beginning to take heart, when with a terrific swish and whirr, as if slit by some gigantic knife, But look! Had heaven slain the monster of the storm? The snow was blood-red. The sight froze the very marrow of my bones. I rolled over upon my back; my senses fled; death seemed to have overtaken me. How long I lay in this stupor I know not, but when I awoke the storm had spent its fury, the sun was sending down its brightest rays, the air was pleasantly cool and bracing. Slowly my strength came back to me, and I emerged from my hiding-place, crawling on my hands and feet, for I was too weak to stand upright at first. Little by little, however, I took heart, and, as I felt my blood go tingling thro’ my veins, I made an effort and rose to my feet. Yes, my worst fears had been realized. Not a living being had survived the storm. As I walked upon the blood-red snow, every foot-fall brought forth most piteous sighs and groans. “What dread warning,” thought I, “does this mysterious murmuring give me? What is the meaning of these sobs and moans which issue from these crimson crystals beneath the pressure of my feet? Am I walking upon the blood of my ancestors?” Clinging to the frozen sheets, I crept slowly along the red-encrusted deck. But stay! Hark! Are my ears playing me still more fantastic tricks? No! I’m wholly and entirely myself now, and as sure as the blood of the Trumps’ courses through my veins, that bark came from my faithful dog! “Bulger lives! Bulger lives!” I cried out in accents of the wildest joy; and breaking away from the hold of fear and trepidation, I rushed boldly forward, calling out “I’m coming, Bulger, I’m coming!” With reckless courage I sprang from As quickly as my stiffened limbs would permit, I bounded forward, and throwing myself on my knees, in the crimson snow,—which sent forth most heart-rending groans and sighs at the pressure of my body upon its blood-red surface—I clasped Bulger in my arms and our cries of joy mingled,—our tears ran together. All my suffering was forgotten in that moment, for Bulger was alive, his head was clasped to my breast. The winds had now fallen, the sea had grown calm again, and I determined at once to quit the wreck if possible, for the setting sun revealed to me the shores of a beautiful land at the mouth of a small but extremely picturesque river, whose banks were rich in palm-trees, fruit-trees and flowering shrubs. I lost no time in lowering one of the boats which had happily escaped with slight injuries, and being an expert seaman, I found no difficulty in rigging a tackle and lowering first, Bulger, and then myself into the boat, and paddling leisurely towards the shore. Here I drew the boat high and dry on the beach, and calling out gayly to faithful Bulger to follow me, I clambered up the bank and pushed boldly forward to survey the fair land upon which a strange fate had set our feet. Now, for the first, I became conscious of the terrible hunger that was gnawing at my vitals—a fact which proved to me that I must have lain in an unconscious state beneath the huge kettle for at least two days if not more. Bulger raised his kind eyes to me, and then bounding off to one of the fruit trees, ran around it, barking joyfully. I shook one of the branches and the ripe fruit fell in abundance to the ground. Its odor was so delicious that although it was unknown to “Come, dear, faithful fellow, let us seek out a fit place to pass the night; some nook shielded by wide-spreading branches, where there is plenty of soft boughs to make a bed with.” As the country was quite level, I sighted a grove at some distance, and thither we directed our steps. It had now grown quite dark. We quickened our pace, for I was too prudent a traveler to care to expose myself to the night dew. As we drew near the grove there appeared to be a low wall on one side of it. “This way, Bulger,” said I, “this long line of boulders will protect us from the night winds, if any should rise. Let us creep under its edge and lay our tired limbs down on the soft grass.” He looked up with softened gaze and gave one or two consenting wags to his tail. Nestling close under the edges of several of the largest of the boulders, at a point where they formed a sort of sheltered nook, we soon fell into a deep sleep, I sitting half upright and Bulger pillowing his head upon my lap. Once or twice in the course of the night I awoke to find my brow beaded with perspiration. I put my hand on Bulger; he too was awake, and his tongue was lolling from his mouth. Both of us seemed to have been seized with a strange fever. The direst forebodings took possession of me. Had we landed upon a shore along which lurked some deadly miasm? Possibly we might not live to see the light of another day. It required all my self-control to banish such terrible thoughts from my mind. But so tired was I to the very bone that I soon fell asleep again, reassured as I was by the example set me by Bulger. It was, however, a fitful slumber, for the heat “Bulger!” I cried, “we stand upon the ground of death; this is but the outer wall of a crater, it is aglow with subterranean heat; only the merest shell—so thin that it yields to my pressure—is between us and destruction. Fly, fly, faithful dog!” The morning sun now burst forth with a flood of golden light. As far as my eye could reach, extended this same boulder-like parapet, shutting out my gaze from the abyss through which the volcano was now about to spout its liquid fire; for all at once the boulders began to rock from side to side, giving forth such dreadful rumblings that I knew the eruption was to be preceded by an earthquake. A sickening fear seized hold of me; my legs bent like pipe stems, beneath the weight of my body. Bulger saw that his loved master was chained to the ground. He refused to abandon me. The whole wall, as far as my eye could reach, now trembled and rocked, threatening to engulf us every instant. The measure of my horror was not complete. With terrific rumblings, gurglings, hissing and groaning, the whole row of rocks now danced in violent agitation, and then, like so many gigantic balls, rolled by huge monsters at play, these boulders, propelled with fearful violence by the outburst of the volcano—as I supposed—came thundering down after our retreating forms, threatening us with a terrible death. Bulger, running at my side, ever and anon sent out a mournful whine, as if to bid me an eternal farewell. “Fly, Bulger! Faster, faster, good Bulger!” I called to him, as the roar and rumble of the advancing wall increased. Now each and every boulder seemed urged on its course by some mysterious force of its own. As I glanced over my shoulder, I could see that they were gaining in velocity, bounding, springing, now in single file, now three abreast, while the frightful and unearthly din and rumble went ever on increasing. They were gaining upon us. My legs again threatened to bend under the weight of my body and topple it over to certain and awful death, when a last glance revealed to me the terrible truth. “Bulger! they are alive!” A sharp, despairing yelp came from my poor dog. “They’re alive, I tell you! Some legion of monsters, devils, for aught I know, escaped from the depths of Tartarus, intent to roll over us and crush the life from our puny bodies!” Again we redoubled our efforts. “For your life, Bulger!” I gasped, “for your life! Look! the wood, the wood!” He caught my meaning, and gave a sharp, encouraging bark. But no, it was useless. My strength had been used to its last poor throb. It grew dark before my eyes. A palsying fear laid hold of my heart. My limbs stiffened. BULGER’S AND MY WILD FLIGHT WHEN PURSUED BY THE ROUNDBODIES. He answered me with a look of most tender affection, and then we both tripped, staggered, stumbled, fell headlong, side by side, while seemingly ten thousand living boulders, with awful shrieks, groans, and gurgling sounds, hung like a shadow over us for an instant, and all was black as night. I felt my protuberant brow ground into the earth and the last bit of life crushed out of me. My last though was: “Bulger! O, Bulger! What a terrible death! But O, what a kind Providence to let us die together!” “Rise! stunted, misshapen thing! Rise! thou wafer man, thou slice of humanity with cleft edges!” It was not so much the thundering tones of this strange, human monster which caused me to sit bolt upright, rub my eyes and make a superhuman effort to collect my sadly scattered senses, as it was the caresses of my faithful Bulger, who was running from one side of me to the other, showering kisses upon my face and hands and whining piteously. After a hard struggle the shadows were lifted from my eyes. My heart sank within me at sight of that wall of living boulders encircling us, with their fierce visages turned, half in wonder, half in rage, upon the, to them, two funny beings as utterly unlike themselves as each other. But love is always stronger than fear. Stretching out my arms and drawing Bulger close to my breast, I cried out: “O, Bulger! do I really live? Am I not still the object of some demon’s sportive malice?” At sound of my voice the round-bodied monsters broke out into a hideous chorus of deep, rumbling laughter, during which their bodies rolled from side to side. Then, as they pressed wildly forward, with fierce ejaculations of anger or impatience, it seemed as if Bulger and I had been only saved from one death to be set face to face with another. Suddenly a terrible voice sounded loud above the din: “Roll backward, Round bodies! What meaneth this unseemly impatience in the presence of your King?” In an instant, the round-bodied monsters rolled silently backwards. All was calm again. Turning to his neighbor, the King exclaimed, with a gurgling laugh: “Why, by my royal girth, its voice is all the world like one of the toy pipes of our baby prince!” “‘Its? Its?’” I repeated, with fire flashing from my upturned eyes. “Know, Sir Monster, that I am not a ‘thing,’ but a perfect man; a baron by birth, a scholar by profession, a traveler by choice.” At this outburst on my part, the crowd of living balls again sent up a deep, rumbling peel of laughter. “Silence!” commanded the King, and then he continued: “Well, well, then, baron,—whatever that may be—but I think I ought to say ‘little baron,’ for by my royal roundness, thou art a wee, puny being! Let it be as thou sayest, but tell me, I implore thee, what is this walking box on four legs, which nature seems to have left unfinished?” And so saying, he raised his terrible hand with fingers strong enough to crush me as I might a puff-ball, and waved it toward Bulger. This contemptuous sneer did not escape Bulger. He broke out into a volume of sharp, angry barks, and showed his white teeth in the most threatening manner. Upon which the monsters rolled back in mock terror and consternation, crying out: “The King! The King! Save the King! The walking box is filled with explosives; it may fly into pieces!” When the hubbub was over, and the King had commanded silence, I stepped boldly forward and exclaimed: “Unfinished! What meanest thou, thou globe-shaped monster?” A great, wrinkled smile overran his huge countenance. “Mean?” he ejaculated, with a deep, gurgling, chuckling laugh. “Mean? why, little baron—whatever that may be—see for thyself. Has not Nature left useless flaps at one end of the box, and a still more useless bit of rope hanging down from the other?” This insulting allusion to Bulger’s ears and tail seemed to be perfectly understood by him, for he fairly bristled with rage, and advanced upon the round-bodied monster, snapping, snarling, and showing his teeth. Whereupon the deep, rumbling laughter again broke forth, and the cry, “Save the King! Save the King!” went up in mock earnestness. Having succeeded in appeasing Bulger’s anger by means of a few affectionate words and tender caresses, I determined to make inquiry as to our whereabouts, and to ascertain who the strange beings were among whom capricious fate had so unceremoniously cast Bulger and me. “Where are we, ball-shaped giant?” I inquired in my strongest voice, “and who are you?” Again the monster screwed his leathery face up in a deep, wrinkled smile. The reason of his good will, as I afterwards learned, arose from the fact that I had bestowed the terms “globe,” “round,” “ball-shaped,” etc., upon him, for it seemed that these wonderfully formed beings were extremely vain of their roundness, and that nothing could be uttered more pleasing and complimentary to them than to make use of such words and expressions as “ball,” “orb,” “sphere,” “round-bodied,” “bullet-shaped,” etc.; that in their land, the greatest dignities honors and titles of nobility were awarded those whose bodies showed most perfect roundness; that in proportion as one’s body deviated from the shape of a true sphere, he became degraded and excluded from society. To such wretched subjects the King assigned the performance of all mean labor. They were the “squares,” or outcasts, whom anybody might insult or even enslave with impunity. The “Well, little baron—whatever that may be,” replied the King, “or shall I call thee Wafer-man with cleft edges? Know, then, that I am King BÔ-gÔÔ-gÔÔ, Monarch of the Roundbodies; that these, are some of my subjects. “Know, furthermore, little baron—whatever that may be—that this island is my kingdom, in which no one rules saving me, and that unless it may please my royal daughter RolÂ-Bol to keep thee and thy attendant, the walking box with cord and flaps, as curiosities to amuse her, thou and thy companion perish at sundown, for, little baron—whatever that may be—it is my royal will, and so it was my father’s, and his father’s, and so back a thousand years, that no living creature shall set foot upon the shores of my domain and not pay for his temerity by being crushed to death, literally ground into the soil, until he become a very part of it!” Bulger appeared to grasp the meaning of this fierce speech, which was delivered in thundering tones, and accompanied by hideous contortions of the speaker’s great, round visage, flaming as the crimson disc of a tropical sun in the western sky, and followed by an outburst of grunts, groans and gurglings from the assembled Roundbodies; and, in spite of his inborn courage, his tail fell between his legs and he slunk nearer to me with a low, anxious whine. But when good Bulger saw the calm expression of my countenance, he quickly recovered himself; his tail resumed its graceful curl, and as I faced King BÔ-gÔÔ-gÔÔ with an unruffled exterior, to make reply to the latter’s horrible threat, Bulger, too, placed himself at my side with a defiant air. “Most gracious Sphere! Most royal Globe! Roundest monarch of the great, round world! true, I have set foot on the I could speak no further. The Roundbodies broke in upon me with such dismal groans and cries that I stood as if rooted to the earth. “Ah!” thought I, “they, too, felt the terrible blows of that storm-demon which so nearly beat out the life from mine and from Bulger’s bodies!” Waving my hand as a signal for silence, I proceeded: “I bow before the will of thy spherical Majesty, whatever it may be! At the same time, I would beg to call the attention of your Imperial Roundness to the fact that, in the systems of law of all the nations of the globe, a man may not be held responsible for an act which he is made to commit by a force or strength greater than his own.” I saw that my flattery was telling upon King BÔ-gÔÔ-gÔÔ, so I proceeded to make a still further application of the same remedy: “However, most Royal Globe and perfect Sphere of Strength and Beauty, if, in thy great wisdom, thou dost decide that we must die, crushed beneath the weight of thy people’s bodies, so be it! Great ball-shaped monarch, I am but a bit and shred of humanity, and how may I dare to oppose the will of your right royal Sphericity?” King BÔ-gÔÔ-gÔÔ smiled till his huge double teeth could be seen glittering in his cavernous mouth, like white rocks in a half-lighted pit, and his body swayed from one side to another in his gigantic glee. “Send for the royal princess!” he roared. In a few seconds, in answer to his command, a Roundbody came rolling across the plain with the swiftness of the wind. I could not see that she was a bit more beautiful than those about her, although she was a royal princess. True, she was a globe of smaller girth, her face was somewhat less repellent and beneath a long and heavy fringe of lashes, I caught glimpses of a pair of good-natured, roguish eyes, and my perfect knowledge of human and brute nature told me at a glance that if I could but gain the good will of that strange being, Bulger and I would be safe! “My dear, little round papa,” cried RolÂ-Bol—for such proved to be her name, “Where did those funny things come from? Are they really alive? Wont they bite or sting? What do they eat? What shall I keep them in? Will you make me a cage for them? Oh, I am so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so glad!” and she bounded about, now this way, now that, now into the air like an animated rubber ball, drumming like a partridge all the while. Behold us, then, Bulger and me, prisoners in the land of the Roundbodies, with the Princess RolÂ-Bol as our keeper! Hope sank low within our poor hearts. I dared not breathe a word in opposition to the will of King BÔ-gÔÔ-gÔÔ or the caprice of RolÂ-Bol lest the order should be revoked. At least, in the keeping of the Princess RolÂ-BolÂ, we would be more likely to receive gentle treatment, and, what was almost a matter of life and death, we should have great chances of making our escape from the island of King BÔ-gÔÔ-gÔÔ. We were commanded to follow the Princess. As Bulger and I started after RolÂ-BolÂ, with a brisk gait, the very clouds fairly snapt asunder, so great was the shout of laughter which the Roundbodies sent up. Seemingly, it had not occurred to them until that moment how ridiculously different our mode of locomotion was from theirs. “Look! look! O, King!” they cried, “he can neither roll nor hop! See how he edges along, leaning first on one foot and To all this mocking and jeering, Bulger and I turned a deaf ear, following our mistress, who ever and anon, turned her soft, black, mischievous eyes encouragingly upon us, as her head came uppermost. Imagine our surprise when RolÂ-Bol halted at the beginning of a path having a gentle descent, and said: “This is the entrance to the royal habitation. Follow me and fear nothing.” In a few moments we found ourselves in the outer room of a vast underground dwelling, consisting of corridors, chambers, dormitories, banquet-halls and arenas. All the habitations of the Roundbodies are subterranean. Why? This you shall know anon. Bulger and I were conducted to very pleasant quarters—well-lighted, as were all the rooms of the palace, by means of vast slabs of rock crystal, of which the roof was made, by a “square” or “lÔb-bÔ” as he is called in the language of the Roundbodies, that is, one not perfectly round in form, and hence degraded to the position of serving man. Doubtless, long before this, the reader has grown impatient at my silence concerning the strange beings among whom Bulger and I now found ourselves prisoners. Who were the Roundbodies? Know then, gentle reader, that they were—mark well my words—the sole living creatures on the island of GÔ-gÛ-lÂh, upon which a strange fate had cast us. Whether or not any other beings had ever inhabited the island was unknown to them. I found, upon conversing with their learned men, that there was a legend in existence among them—dim and shadowy in its details, from the long flight of centuries that it had come down through—that many thousands of years ago they had been This was but the first change wrought by the forces which surrounded them. When overtaken by these wild winds, they soon learned that their only safety lay in rolling themselves up as much into the shape of balls as possible, so that the tornado would be powerless to pick them up and hurl them to destruction. Another transformation now began to make itself apparent. Their bodies, as centuries came and went, little by little, took on the rounded form they then had. Still clinging to the desperate chance for life on these storm-swept plains, they drew down their heads and pressed in their limbs until these had made recesses for them, as some tortoises draw their legs so closely to their bodies that the eye fails to distinguish even the outline of the limb. The last change that came upon these globe-shaped people was a very natural one: their arms took on a greater development of superhuman strength, while their legs grew shorter and shorter, until they consisted of little more than two broad, flexible feet, which they made use of mainly to propel their round bodies like huge balls across the vast plains of their island home. Now, while they still dread the terrible blasts, yet is it rather an inherited fear, for at last they have become the true children of the gale. If it should happen to blow in the direction of their homes, they simply allow it to help them on their way by rolling them One of the things which early attracted my attention in King BÔ-gÔÔ-gÔÔ’s palace, was the hangings, apparently of the softest leather, worked in mosaic patterns of transcendent beauty. Imagine my surprise when told by the gentle princess RolÂ-Bol that they were simply the natural leaves from the various trees growing on the island, untouched by dye or stain of any kind. They were so tough that my strength sufficed not to tear one in two. Noticing my wide-opened eyes turned inquiringly upon her, the gentle RolÂ-Bol cried out with a soft, low gurgle: “Go into the royal garden, TÔÔ-tÔÔ-lo; that is, little ‘flute-man,’ and see for thyself.” Now, for the first, I learned the secret of the presence of such beautiful trees and shrubs upon this storm-swept land. Every leaf was as thick and as strong as leather, and the trunks and boughs were exactly of the nature of India rubber, so that, with a small bit which I brought home with me in one of my pockets, I could erase pencil-marks with the greatest ease. To such foliage as this a tornado had no terrors. When the storm struck these trees they went to the ground, until it had spent its fury. In a few hours the tropical sun lifted them again, and the beauty of their foliage was quite unharmed. To return to the poor princess RolÂ-BolÂ: Bulger began to fret and worry beneath the strain of our captivity. I was constantly on the alert for a chance to escape, but none offered. In fact, we were, I began to fear, prisoners for life. True, it was a pleasant captivity, for the gentle RolÂ-Bol almost killed us with dainty feeding, and our only toil was dancing, singing and capering for her amusement. Night and day, the sole gateway of the royal habitation was To add to my despair, I now made a discovery which seemed to seal my fate forever—the princess RolÂ-Bol had become enamored of me! What to me, at first, had seemed but a playful trick, to wit, her pinching my little toe ever and anon, had, as I was casually informed by one of the learned Roundbodies, in the course of a discussion with him, a terrible significance. It was a solemn declaration of love! Oh! miserable me! And a declaration, too, which, coming from a woman to a man, it was certain, sure, inevitable death to ignore! And yet I might be saved! For the custom—made sacred by the observance of long ages—required the man to pursue the woman, who pretended to be frightened and extremely solicitous of escaping him, and while revolving with the same velocity as she, to pinch her little toe in return. This ended the matter. The couple was now betrothed. It was not in the power of man to publish bans of greater strength. If the man gave one pinch, the marriage was solemnized the following day; if two, the second day after, and so on. But I was not a Roundbody! How could I possibly comply with the ancient custom of the land? Ah! Woman! Woman! it matters not whether thou belongest to the Roundbodies or to the Longbodies, in affairs of the heart thy ingenuity and subtlety overmatch the philosophy of man! When it was made known to the princess RolÂ-Bol that the royal counselors had, after mature deliberation, reached the conclusion that the laws of the land—made sacred by the observance of ages—forbade any such union contemplated by Alternately she wept, laughed, scolded and threatened. But it made little difference how she began her tirades, they all had the same ending: “I say, I shall marry TÔÔ-tÔÔ-lo!” King BÔ-gÔÔ-gÔÔ, thinking to pacify his daughter, sent her messengers bearing the most beautiful presents; but she received them with disdain, scattering them on the floor. Things went on this way for several days. King BÔ-gÔÔ-gÔÔ was horrified to find that the princess had eaten nothing for forty-eight hours, and that she was actually losing her beautifully round shape, for which she had so justly been famous. Bulger saw plainly that something awful was going on, and he, too, became so worked up that he refused to eat or drink. I passed most of my time going from his room to the princess RolÂ-BolÂ’s, endeavoring to persuade them to take food. But all in vain. One morning the King’s daughter met me with demonstrations of the wildest delight, laughing, singing, bounding and rolling about like mad. So beside herself was she that, forgetting her great weight and my puny build, she rolled against me and sent me flying like a little ten-pin struck by a monstrous ball. By actual measurement I was thrown thirty feet, but, fortunately, struck against a heavy hanging which broke my fall. Bulger gave a piteous howl. He seemed to get an idea that RolÂ-Bol had struck me purposely. Well, in a word, the cause of this frantic joy was simply this: The princess had finally thought out a solution to the terrible problem which had been for weeks torturing her mind. Briefly stated, it was as follows: I should be placed in the boughs of a tree just high enough In vain I assured her that I should grow dizzy and fall headlong to the ground, breaking my neck, or, at very least, dislocating it. But no, I need have no fear. She would watch over me. She would turn and catch me in time. The royal counsellors were at once called together. The plan of the princess RolÂ-Bol was laid before them. At first they sent up a deep and ominous rumble of disagreement. But RolÂ-BolÂ’s messengers were at hand with most costly presents, and it all ended in their finding an almost similar case in their books, where a wounded prince, who was quite unable to roll an inch, had been placed upon an elevated platform in order that his round-bodied sweetheart might pass beneath and he be enabled to pinch her little toe while it was in the air at the highest point from the ground. Seeing that it would be useless to make further opposition, I now submitted with a good grace, for it was plain to me that once the husband of the princess RolÂ-Bol I should become, to a certain extent, one of the family and be accorded greater liberty, by means of which I confidently hoped to make my escape from the land of the Roundbodies. Preparations for the marriage were now begun with extraordinary haste, in order to have all things ready for the first feast-day in the calendar. As the time drew near, however, I somewhat lost my courage. “Was I not,” I asked myself, “simply lending my aid in forging my own fetters, in laying chains upon my neck, which would render it impossible for Bulger and me ever to set eyes again upon our beloved home?” I became very nervous, and found it impossible to catch a wink of sleep. At last I resolved to postpone my fate, at least for several days. I should explain to the fair RolÂ-Bol how utterly impossible it would be for me, in my fright and anxiety, to get my thumb and finger upon her little toe at all, as she revolved swiftly beneath me. I therefore would implore her to roll very slowly. And then my scheme would be to seize her foot, hold it fast, and pinch the little toe a score of times at least! Each pinch would be a clear gain of a day! Our wedding-day dawned at last. The King’s wine was dealt out to the people with liberal hand. Mirth and gayety resounded on all sides. The skies were one vast expanse of cloudless blue. The flowering shrubs breathed out the most delightful odors. The air was deliciously balmy. The painted foliage hung in graceful festoons, unmoved by even a breath of air. To his evident disgust, Bulger was decorated with a necklace of leaf mosaic of most delicate workmanship. Had I not reproved him with a shake of the head, he would quickly have shaken off this useless adornment. Vast crowds of the Roundbodies covered the plain as far as the eye could reach. Children rolled in troops after their parents, like marbles chasing up a cannon ball. At times I observed that the mothers, in order to amuse their little ones, or to quell some discussion which had broken out among them, halted by the wayside, and catching up three or four of them, tossed them into the air as a juggler does his balls, sometimes keeping three or more of them on the fly and one in each hand. It was a strange sight, and amused me so much that I quite insisted upon halting the wedding procession in order that I might observe it more closely. But the fair RolÂ-Bol was very impatient, and chided me in unmeasured terms for my lack of dignity. In fact, I now began to notice a very evident desire on the King BÔ-gÔÔ-gÔÔ ever and anon turned an anxious eye toward the horizon. And then there would follow a whispered consultation with the soothsayers and magicians. Behold me at last mounted upon my—scaffold, I had almost said—for such it seemed to be. A terrible, tightening sensation took hold of my heart. The air seemed too heavy to breathe. I gasped like a fish thrown up on dry land. “Let the marriage ceremony begin this instant, and move apace!” roared BÔ-gÔÔ-gÔÔ. “Make ready, TÔÔ-tÔÔ-lo!” cried one of the royal councillors. I turned to survey the multitude, and then prostrated myself upon the platform under which the princess RolÂ-Bol was to pass. “She has started! She comes like the wind! She is here!” Such were the cries which arose from the vast multitude. With head and shoulders thrust through the opening in the platform, I awaited my bride with bated breath and thumping heart. Imagine my amazement when I saw her flash beneath me and disappear in the crowd of Roundbodies, almost like a ball from a cannon. I had scarcely felt her body as it had rolled beneath me. As for pinching her toe, that was certainly out of the question, seeing that I had only caught a hurried glimpse of her white feet, and then all was gone! In an instant I was on my legs, and, advancing to the edge of the platform, I raised my hand to signify to King BÔ-gÔÔ-gÔÔ that I desired to be heard: “O, King with the globe-shaped body, hearken unto me! I have been wronged! There is vile treachery here! The judges of the land of GÔ-gÛ-lÂh have been corrupted! I demand their blood! Not only have I not pinched the little toe of the royal princess RolÂ-BolÂ, but I—” The effect of this terrific “boom” upon the Roundbodies was astounding. The wildest confusion came upon them. In vain did King BÔ-gÔÔ-gÔÔ command silence. They rocked like the waves of the sea when struck by a sudden blast. The most deafening groans and sighs rolled over the plains in a sort of half tuneful unison. Their faces blanched and they pressed together in the most abject fear. At last King BÔ-gÔÔ-gÔÔ was himself again, and, with a terrific voice, awed his people into silence, crying out: “Ughgo! RaÛlag pad OÜistimgÂr!” (My people, the storm is upon us! Protect yourselves!) More quickly than it takes me to tell it, the dreaded roar broke in upon the stilly air. The Roundbodies gathered their children and aged people into a group, and then formed double and triple walls about them. “TÔÔ-tÔÔ-lo! TÔÔ-tÔÔ-lo!” It was RolÂ-BolÂ’s voice. But other thoughts were in my mind at this dread moment. Again it sounded forth in most piteous accents: “TÔÔ-tÔÔ-lo! TÔÔ-tÔÔ-lo!” To that voice, now, the ears of the dead would have given more heed than mine! The storm-fiend was galloping amain. Quicker than thought I swung myself down from the platform, and, encircling Bulger with my left arm, made my way back again. The good dog was delighted to be with me again, although he was trembling like an aspen leaf at the distant sound of the winds. He well knew what was coming. The very air seems affrighted. A terrifying tremor of the ground beneath us causes the soles of our feet to tingle and prickle. “TÔÔ-tÔÔ-lo! TÔÔ-tÔÔ-lo!” It was RolÂ-Bol calling her lover away from the impending death with which the storm-cloud was fraught. He was busy with one dearer to him than the weeping princess of the Roundbodies. Happily the platform had been constructed by lashing together the uprights and flooring by means of hempen cords. To loosen one of these and bind Bulger and myself securely to the wooden structure was the work of a moment. The Roundbodies had followed my movements in silence, fairly stricken dumb with amazement at what seemed to them the work of a madman. When they could find their tongues, they motioned to me fiercely to leave the platform, crying: “PÔÔ-dÖeg! PÔÔ-dÖeg!” (What madness! What madness!) But I was not mad! What is death but a thought? One may live and yet be dead! Look! the terrible storm-king is coming! He is a greater monarch than thou, O mighty BÔ-gÔÔ-gÔÔ! “TÔÔ-tÔÔ-lo! TÔÔ-tÔÔ-lo!” It was the kind, good RolÂ-BolÂ’s last farewell! From that moment the roar of the coming gale drowned every sound of earth or its puny creatures. Look again! See the black monster, how he draws nearer and nearer, his huge, shapeless, terrible body rolling and swaying as he rides along on his black wings, while, like a gigantic serpent, his tail drags over the fair earth, hissing, writhing and curling, now on this side, now on that, now coiling upward to gather strength, now beating and threshing the plain with a roar mighty enough to plunge the stoutest heart into despair. Ah, Bulger! It comes! ’Tis here! We move! It lifts us! Away! Away! We ride on the bosom of the gale! What “Where am I? Ah, Bulger, good dog! Has the princess called us yet? “King BÔ-gÔÔ-gÔÔ comes to-day. “We must amuse him!” I made an effort to rise. The cords held me down. By degrees the shadows lifted from my mind, and thoughts of the storm-king’s coming flashed through my brain, and how he had lifted the platform upon which we were bound, and borne it away, away, as if it were a feather caught up by the wind in play! Something tickled my cheek. I raised my head. Oh! joy unutterable! It was grain! Ay, golden grain! Wheat, ready for the sickle! We are saved! We must be near the habitations of man! And so we were. Nay, more; we were not a thousand miles away from home. Thus it was a mightier king than BÔ-gÔÔ-gÔÔ, one to whom in my despair, I had appealed for aid, caught up my loved Bulger and me and bore us away from GÔ-gÛ-lÂh, the Land of the Roundbodies. And here I end my story. HOME AGAIN! |