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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238 THE FOOT OF TIME<br />
would <strong>the</strong> septic crows! He stepped out with quiet<br />
confidence following <strong>the</strong> instinct <strong>of</strong> direction. But<br />
<strong>the</strong> instinct <strong>of</strong> direction reposes in animals but in<br />
few mortals. All think <strong>the</strong>y possess it—all feel<br />
<strong>the</strong>y possess it, but <strong>the</strong>y are mistaken in <strong>the</strong>ir view.<br />
If your angle be but one degree out, you are not<br />
far from home in five minutes. But carry <strong>the</strong> line<br />
on a mile, <strong>the</strong>n measure your distance between <strong>the</strong><br />
extreme points <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> arms <strong>of</strong> your angle. Bruce<br />
wasn't far out, but he was far enough, <strong>and</strong> before<br />
very long he was as hopelessly, as fatally lost as<br />
though he had been plumped down into <strong>the</strong> middle<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Pacific, for it matters nothing whe<strong>the</strong>r you<br />
be twenty yards from shore or twenty miles, if none<br />
are near, <strong>and</strong> you be no swimmer <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> water<br />
beyond your depth, you are finished, as Bruce was.<br />
<strong>The</strong> time came when, following habits <strong>of</strong><br />
all mankind, Bruce grew panicky, <strong>and</strong> that<br />
began to exhaust him, mentally as well as bodily,<br />
for now he was running, stumbling, falling.<br />
<strong>The</strong> time came when a more complete realisation<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> real seriousness <strong>of</strong> his situation asserted itself—his<br />
manhood came to his help. He stopped<br />
<strong>and</strong> thought matters out. Making one <strong>of</strong> many<br />
fatal mistakes, his instinct was to mount, mount.<br />
Anything but go down. But upwards gets nowhere,<br />
whereas down hill, which looks so awful<br />
<strong>and</strong> so dark, so menacing, bog-strewn <strong>and</strong> hidden,<br />
may, perchance, lead somewhere. It may lead to a<br />
stream, <strong>and</strong> streams lead to <strong>the</strong> inhabitants <strong>of</strong> man,<br />
but mountain heights lead nowhere. So Bruce<br />
tramped <strong>and</strong> tramped, <strong>and</strong> being right-h<strong>and</strong>ed—<br />
THE FOOT OF TIME 239<br />
or, if you will have it, left-h<strong>and</strong>ed----<strong>the</strong> leg most<br />
used (in his case it was <strong>the</strong> right) strode ever so<br />
slightly <strong>the</strong> longest. And so <strong>the</strong> fatally bushed victim<br />
was making a gigantic left-h<strong>and</strong>ed circle. He<br />
thought he was walking dead straight—<strong>the</strong>y always<br />
do, but never are.<br />
And at night, utterly spent, he fell in his tracks<br />
<strong>and</strong> lay in <strong>the</strong> thick mountain bush but semiconscious.<br />
At daybreak, refreshed, he was up <strong>and</strong><br />
on again. He couldn't keep still—had to keep on<br />
moving.<br />
No food passed his lips, utterly nothing, <strong>and</strong>,<br />
what was nine hundred <strong>and</strong> ninety times worse, no<br />
water.<br />
About noon on <strong>the</strong> day following—that is,<br />
nearly forty hours since leaving Mr. Burne's home<br />
at Orange, <strong>and</strong> many hours had elapsed between<br />
his visit to Edith <strong>and</strong> his previous meal—Bruce<br />
reached an open plateau.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re are many such on <strong>the</strong> mountains <strong>of</strong><br />
New <strong>South</strong> Wales, waterless, shadeless. <strong>The</strong> spot<br />
comm<strong>and</strong>ed a superb view, but <strong>the</strong> man couldn't<br />
live on views. He should never have reached <strong>the</strong>re,<br />
but he would tramp uphill in wide, unconscious<br />
circles, away from water, away from rivers, <strong>and</strong><br />
away from man.<br />
High overhead an eagle saw him <strong>and</strong> wondered.<br />
Lower down several eagle hawks also looked on<br />
anticipatory. But lower still <strong>the</strong> crows began to<br />
arrive out <strong>of</strong> nowhere! <strong>The</strong>y cawed in glee—<strong>the</strong>y<br />
were in time. <strong>The</strong>ir victim was still alive. One<br />
bolder <strong>and</strong> heavier than <strong>the</strong> rest noticed <strong>the</strong> man