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A Princess of Mars

To the Reader of this Work:

In submitting Captain Carter's strange manuscript to you in book form,

I believe that a few words relative to this remarkable personality will

be of interest.

My first recollection of Captain Carter is of the few months he spent

at my father's home in Virginia, just prior to the opening of the civil

war. I was then a child of but five years, yet I well remember the

tall, dark, smooth-faced, athletic man whom I called Uncle Jack.

He seemed always to be laughing; and he entered into the sports of the

children with the same hearty good fellowship he displayed toward those

pastimes in which the men and women of his own age indulged; or he

would sit for an hour at a time entertaining my old grandmother with

stories of his strange, wild life in all parts of the world. We all

loved him, and our slaves fairly worshipped the ground he trod.

He was a splendid specimen of manhood, standing a good two inches over

six feet, broad of shoulder and narrow of hip, with the carriage of the

trained fighting man. His features were regular and clear cut, his

hair black and closely cropped, while his eyes were of a steel gray,

reflecting a strong and loyal character, filled with fire and

initiative. His manners were perfect, and his courtliness was that of

a typical southern gentleman of the highest type.

His horsemanship, especially after hounds, was a marvel and delight

even in that country of magnificent horsemen. I have often heard my

father caution him against his wild recklessness, but he would only

laugh, and say that the tumble that killed him would be from the back

of a horse yet unfoaled.

When the war broke out he left us, nor did I see him again for some

fifteen or sixteen years. When he returned it was without warning, and

I was much surprised to note that he had not aged apparently a moment,

nor had he changed in any other outward way. He was, when others were

with him, the same genial, happy fellow we had known of old, but when

he thought himself alone I have seen him sit for hours gazing off into

space, his face set in a look of wistful longing and hopeless misery;

and at night he would sit thus looking up into the heavens, at what I

did not know until I read his manuscript years afterward.

He told us that he had been prospecting and mining in Arizona part of

the time since the war; and that he had been very successful was

evidenced by the unlimited amount of money with which he was supplied.

As to the details of his life during these years he was very reticent,

in fact he would not talk of them at all.

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