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The Metal Monster
by A。 Merritt
PROLOGUE
Before the narrative which follows was placed in my hands； I had never seen Dr。 Walter T。 Goodwin； its author。
When the manuscript revealing his adventures among the pre…historic ruins of the Nan…Matal in the Carolines （The Moon Pool） had been given me by the International Association of Science for editing and revision to meet the requirements of a popular presentation； Dr。 Goodwin had left America。 He had explained that he was still too shaken； too depressed； to be able to recall experiences that must inevitably carry with them freshened memories of those whom he loved so well and from whom； he felt； he was separated in all probability forever。
I had understood that he had gone to some remote part of Asia to pursue certain botanical studies； and it was therefore with the liveliest surprise and interest that I received a summons from the President of the Association to meet Dr。 Goodwin at a designated place and hour。
Through my close study of the Moon Pool papers I had formed a mental image of their writer。 I had read； too； those volumes of botanical research which have set him high above all other American scientists in this field； gleaning from their curious mingling of extremely technical observations and minutely accurate but extraordinarily poetic descriptions； hints to amplify my picture of him。 It gratified me to find I had drawn a pretty good one。
The man to whom the President of the Association introduced me was sturdy； well…knit； a little under average height。 He had a broad but rather low forehead that reminded me somewhat of the late electrical wizard Steinmetz。 Under level black brows shone eyes of clear hazel； kindly； shrewd； a little wistful； lightly humorous； the eyes both of a doer and a dreamer。
Not more than forty I judged him to be。 A close…trimmed； pointed beard did not hide the firm chin and the clean…cut mouth。 His hair was thick and black and oddly sprinkled with white； small streaks and dots of gleaming silver that shone with a curiously metallic luster。
His right arm was closely bound to his breast。 His manner as he greeted me was tinged with shyness。 He extended his left hand in greeting； and as I clasped the fingers I was struck by their peculiar； pronounced； yet pleasant warmth； a sensation； indeed； curiously electric。
The Association's President forced him gently back into his chair。
〃Dr。 Goodwin；〃 he said； turning to me； 〃is not entirely recovered as yet from certain consequences of his adventures。 He will explain to you later what these are。 In the meantime； Mr。 Merritt； will you read this？〃
I took the sheets he handed me； and as I read them felt the gaze of Dr。 Goodwin full upon me； searching； weighing； estimating。 When I raised my eyes from the letter I found in his a new expression。 The shyness was gone； they were filled with complete friendliness。 Evidently I had passed muster。
〃You will accept； sir？〃 It was the president's gravely courteous tone。
〃Accept！〃 I exclaimed。 〃Why； of course； I accept。 It is not only one of the greatest honors； but to me one of the greatest delights to act as a collaborator with Dr。 Goodwin。〃
The president smiled。
〃In that case； sir； there is no need for me to remain longer；〃 he said。 〃Dr。 Goodwin has with him his manuscript as far as he has progressed with it。 I will leave you two alone for your discussion。〃
He bowed to us and； picking up his old…fashioned bell…crowned silk hat and his quaint； heavy cane of ebony； withdrew。 Dr。 Goodwin turned to me。
〃I will start；〃 he said； after a little pause； 〃from when I met Richard Drake on the field of blue poppies that are like a great prayer…rug at the gray feet of the nameless mountain。〃
The sun sank； the shadows fell； the lights of the city sparkled out； for hours New York roared about me unheeded while I listened to the tale of that utterly weird； stupendous drama of an unknown life； of unknown creatures； unknown forces； and of unconquerable human heroism played among the hidden gorges of unknown Asia。
It was dawn when I left him for my own home。 Nor was it for many hours after that I laid his then incomplete manuscript down and sought sleepand found a troubled sleep。
A。 MERRITT
CHAPTER I
VALLEY OF THE BLUE POPPIES
In this great crucible of life we call the worldin the vaster one we call the universethe mysteries lie close packed； uncountable as grains of sand on ocean's shores。 They thread gigantic； the star…flung spaces； they creep； atomic； beneath the microscope's peering eye。 They walk beside us； unseen and unheard； calling out to us； asking why we are deaf to their crying； blind to their wonder。
Sometimes the veils drop from a man's eyes； and he sees and speaks of his vision。 Then those who have not seen pass him by with the lifted brows of disbelief； or they mock him； or if his vision has been great enough they fall upon and destroy him。
For the greater the mystery； the more bitterly is its verity assailed； upon what seem the lesser a man may give testimony and at least gain for himself a hearing。
There is reason for this。 Life is a ferment； and upon and about it； shifting and changing； adding to or taking away； beat over legions of forces； seen and unseen； known and unknown。 And man； an atom in the ferment； clings desperately to what to him seems stable； nor greets with joy him who hazards that what he grips may be but a broken staff； and； so saying； fails to hold forth a sturdier one。
Earth is a ship； plowing her way through uncharted oceans of space wherein are strange currents； hidden shoals and reefs； and where blow the unknown winds of Cosmos。
If to the voyagers； painfully plotting their course； comes one who cries that their charts must be remade； nor can tell WHY they must bethat man is not welcomeno！
Therefore it is that men have grown chary of giving testimony upon mysteries。 Yet knowing each in his own heart the truth of that vision he has himself beheld； lo； it is that in whose reality he most believes。
The spot where I had encamped was of a singular beauty； so beautiful that it caught the throat and set an ache within the breastuntil from it a tranquillity distilled that was like healing mist。
Since early March I had been wandering。 It was now mid…July。 And for the first time since my pilgrimage had begun I dranknot of forgetfulness； for that could never bebut of anodyne for a sorrow which had held fast upon me since my return from the Carolines a year before。
No need to dwell here upon thatit has been written。 Nor shall I recite the reasons for my restlessnessfor these are known to those who have read that history of mine。 Nor is there cause to set forth at length the steps by which I had arrived at this vale of peace。
Sufficient is to tell that in New York one night； reading over what is perhaps the most sensational of my books 〃The Poppies and Primulas of Southern Tibet；〃 the result of my travels of 1910…1911； I determined to return to that quiet； forbidden land。 There； if anywhere； might I find something akin to forgetting。
There was a certain flower which I long had wished to study in its mutations from the singular forms appearing on the southern slopes of the ElburzPersia's mountainous chain that extends from Azerbaijan in the west to Khorasan in the east； from thence I would follow its modified types in the Hindu…Kush ranges and its migrations along the southern scarps of the Trans…Himalayas the unexplored upheaval； higher than the Himalayas themselves； more deeply cut with precipice and gorge； which Sven Hedin had touched and named on his journey to Lhasa。
Having accomplished this； I planned to push across the passes to the Manasarowar Lakes； where； legend has it； the strange； luminous purple lotuses grow。
An ambitious project； undeniably fraught with danger； but it is written that desperate diseases require desperate remedies； and until inspiration or message how to rejoin those whom I had loved so dearly came to me； nothing less； I felt； could dull my heartache。
And； frankly； feeling that no such inspiration or message could come； I did not much care as to the end。
In Teheran I had picked up a most unusual servant； yes； more than this； a companion and counselor and interpreter as well。
He was a Chinese； his name Chiu…Ming。 His first thirty years had been spent at the great Lamasery of Palkhor…Choinde at Gyantse； west of Lhasa。 Why he had gone from there； how he had come to Teheran； I never asked。 It was most fortunate that he had gone； and that I had found him。 He recommended himself to me as the best cook within ten thousand miles of Pekin。
For almost three months we had journeyed； Chiu…Ming and I and the two ponies that carried my impedimenta。
We had traversed mountain roads which had echoed to the marching feet of the hosts of Darius； to the hordes of the Satraps。 The highways of the Achaemenidsyes； and which before them had trembled to the tramplings of the myriads of the godlike Dravidian conquerors。
We had slipped over ancient Iranian trails； over paths which the warriors of conquering Alexander had traversed； dust of bones of Macedons； of Greeks； of Romans； beat about us； ashes of the flamin