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A Princess of Mars

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We had gone perhaps ten miles when the ground began to rise very

rapidly. We were, as I was later to learn, nearing the edge of one of

Mars' long-dead seas, in the bottom of which my encounter with the

Martians had taken place.

In a short time we gained the foot of the mountains, and after

traversing a narrow gorge came to an open valley, at the far extremity

of which was a low table land upon which I beheld an enormous city.

Toward this we galloped, entering it by what appeared to be a ruined

roadway leading out from the city, but only to the edge of the table

land, where it ended abruptly in a flight of broad steps.

Upon closer observation I saw as we passed them that the buildings were

deserted, and while not greatly decayed had the appearance of not

having been tenanted for years, possibly for ages. Toward the center

of the city was a large plaza, and upon this and in the buildings

immediately surrounding it were camped some nine or ten hundred

creatures of the same breed as my captors, for such I now considered

them despite the suave manner in which I had been trapped.

With the exception of their ornaments all were naked. The women varied

in appearance but little from the men, except that their tusks were

much larger in proportion to their height, in some instances curving

nearly to their high-set ears. Their bodies were smaller and lighter

in color, and their fingers and toes bore the rudiments of nails, which

were entirely lacking among the males. The adult females ranged in

height from ten to twelve feet.

The children were light in color, even lighter than the women, and all

looked precisely alike to me, except that some were taller than others;

older, I presumed.

I saw no signs of extreme age among them, nor is there any appreciable

difference in their appearance from the age of maturity, about forty,

until, at about the age of one thousand years, they go voluntarily upon

their last strange pilgrimage down the river Iss, which leads no living

Martian knows whither and from whose bosom no Martian has ever

returned, or would be allowed to live did he return after once

embarking upon its cold, dark waters.

Only about one Martian in a thousand dies of sickness or disease, and

possibly about twenty take the voluntary pilgrimage. The other nine

hundred and seventy-nine die violent deaths in duels, in hunting, in

aviation and in war; but perhaps by far the greatest death loss comes

during the age of childhood, when vast numbers of the little Martians

fall victims to the great white apes of Mars.

The average life expectancy of a Martian after the age of maturity is

about three hundred years, but would be nearer the one-thousand mark

were it not for the various means leading to violent death. Owing to

the waning resources of the planet it evidently became necessary to

counteract the increasing longevity which their remarkable skill in

therapeutics and surgery produced, and so human life has come to be

considered but lightly on Mars, as is evidenced by their dangerous

sports and the almost continual warfare between the various communities.

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