The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
The Foot of Time: A Novel of Australia and the South Seas: (1933)
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162 THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
than <strong>the</strong>y cared to witness. And <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> sun went<br />
out like a snuffed c<strong>and</strong>le, <strong>and</strong> still <strong>the</strong> wind increased,<br />
until it became a thing unlike air at all.<br />
A tree down below was uprooted, coconuts were<br />
falling like hail. <strong>The</strong> power <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> wind was<br />
amazing. It broke down <strong>the</strong> doors <strong>of</strong> huts, went<br />
inside <strong>the</strong>m, <strong>the</strong>n, failing to find an exit <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
opposite wall <strong>of</strong>fering a stout resistance, <strong>the</strong> wind<br />
lifted <strong>the</strong> whole but bodily <strong>and</strong> sailed away with<br />
it; carried it to sea, where it fell in <strong>the</strong> lagoon with<br />
a crash which would have been sickening had <strong>the</strong>y<br />
been able to hear it.<br />
More natives were seen taking to <strong>the</strong> trees, walking<br />
up <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
Suddenly Molota let out a shriek. "Bruce, look!<br />
It is Tamli—Tamli, my cousin, <strong>and</strong> Monsieur Brian<br />
Pinkerton, your good friend."<br />
Frozen with horror, Bruce saw Tamli tie<br />
her feet toge<strong>the</strong>r. <strong>The</strong>n she doubled her body<br />
grasped <strong>the</strong> tree, pressed <strong>the</strong> soles <strong>of</strong> her feet to it,<br />
<strong>and</strong> began to walk up <strong>the</strong> trunk. She had urged<br />
Brian to follow her, <strong>and</strong> now <strong>the</strong>y saw a great<br />
hulk <strong>of</strong> a fellow sling Brian across his body, <strong>and</strong>,<br />
supporting <strong>the</strong> boy, carry him willy-nilly after his<br />
adopted wife. <strong>The</strong> tree was fully fifty-five feet<br />
from <strong>the</strong> ground. <strong>The</strong> three reached <strong>the</strong> top <strong>and</strong><br />
sat, held to it by <strong>the</strong> force <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> wind. <strong>The</strong> coconuts<br />
had all fallen long before. <strong>The</strong> trunk swayed<br />
sickeningly. <strong>The</strong>n <strong>the</strong> wind, rising even more,<br />
forced <strong>the</strong> tree over at an incline <strong>of</strong> half a right<br />
angle <strong>and</strong> more, <strong>and</strong> kept it <strong>the</strong>re. <strong>The</strong> trunk could<br />
not get back, but vibrated with frightful shudder-<br />
THE FOOT OF TIME 163<br />
ing. As Bruce <strong>and</strong> Molota watched it <strong>and</strong> scores<br />
<strong>of</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs like it, to <strong>the</strong>ir horror <strong>the</strong> tree came clean<br />
out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ground near <strong>the</strong> shore. An awful wave<br />
came up from <strong>the</strong> lagoon, woolly white with foam.<br />
High up <strong>the</strong> beach <strong>and</strong> beyond it to <strong>the</strong> trees it<br />
carried, caught up <strong>the</strong> fallen tree <strong>and</strong> its late occupants<br />
<strong>and</strong> carried <strong>the</strong>m back. <strong>The</strong>y saw a brown<br />
arm wave, <strong>the</strong>n a lighter head appear, <strong>the</strong>n <strong>the</strong> sea<br />
took <strong>the</strong>m, <strong>and</strong> Bruce knew he was <strong>the</strong> only white<br />
man left alive on Tuamonti.<br />
Ano<strong>the</strong>r treetop snapped <strong>of</strong>f short with its human<br />
load. <strong>The</strong> wind took it, carried it through <strong>the</strong> air<br />
far out into <strong>the</strong> water; carried it like an inside-out<br />
umbrella, <strong>and</strong> all aboard with it. <strong>The</strong> sea devoured<br />
<strong>the</strong>m <strong>and</strong> came up for more.<br />
Huts were going down like ninepins, going down,<br />
<strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>n going up again upside down. <strong>The</strong> wind<br />
still increased. Never in his wildest imaginings<br />
could Bruce have realised air in motion to be like<br />
this unspeakably appalling, living scy<strong>the</strong>. People<br />
were lifted up <strong>and</strong> borne high in <strong>the</strong> air, <strong>the</strong>n<br />
dropped into <strong>the</strong> sea. <strong>The</strong> splashes from <strong>the</strong> sea<br />
smashed faces like an open palm. Breathing became<br />
impossible. Hundreds died down <strong>the</strong>re, drowned,<br />
mangled, choked. From high above <strong>the</strong>m a prodigious<br />
rock, lately exposed to <strong>the</strong> wind, fell <strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong><br />
mountain side. <strong>The</strong> noise it made actually got<br />
through <strong>the</strong> unspeakable screeching howl <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
hurricane. icnane. Molota shivered <strong>and</strong> clung to Bruce,<br />
<strong>The</strong> wind was like water—solid. Bruce caught<br />
a brief sample <strong>of</strong> it—an eddy; it seemed to strangle<br />
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