To Robert H. Davis In appreciation, among many other things, for Larry O’Keefe’s faith in the fairies....

The publication of the following narrative of Dr. Walter T. Goodwin has been authorized by the Executive Council of the International Association of Science. First: To end officially what is beginning...

For two months I had been on the d’Entrecasteaux Islands gathering data for the concluding chapters of my book upon the flora of the volcanic islands of the South Pacific. The day before I had reached...

He was sitting, face in hands, on the side of his berth as I entered. He had taken off his coat. “Throck,” I cried. “What was it? What are you flying from, man? Where is your wife⁠—and Stanton?” “Dead...

“I do not intend to tell you now,” Throckmartin continued, “the results of the next two weeks, nor of what we found. Later⁠—if I am allowed, I will lay all that before you. It is sufficient to say tha...

“We carried Thora back, down to where Edith was waiting. We told her what had happened and what we had found. She listened gravely, and as we finished Thora sighed and opened her eyes. “ ‘I would like...

“Goodwin,” Throckmartin went on at last, “I can describe him only as a thing of living light. He radiated light; was filled with light; overflowed with it. A shining cloud whirled through and around h...

My colleagues of the Association, and you others who may read this my narrative, for what I did and did not when full realization returned I must offer here, briefly as I can, an explanation; a defens...

Pressing back the questions I longed to ask, I introduced myself. Oddly enough, I found that he knew me, or rather my work. He had bought, it appeared, my volume upon the peculiar vegetation whose hab...

There was a little silence. I looked upon him with wonder. Clearly he was in deepest earnest. I know the psychology of the Gael is a curious one and that deep in all their hearts their ancient traditi...

When I awakened the sun was streaming through the cabin porthole. Outside a fresh voice lilted. I lay on my two chairs and listened. The song was one with the wholesome sunshine and the breeze blowing...

Da Costa, who had come aboard unnoticed by either of us, now tapped me on the arm. “Doctair Goodwin,” he said, “can I see you in my cabin, sair?” At last, then, he was going to speak. I followed him. ...

Marakinoff nodded his head solemnly as Olaf finished. “Da!” he said. “That which comes from here took them both⁠—the woman and the child. Da! They came clasped within it and the stone shut upon them. ...

“Say Doc!” It was Larry’s voice flung back at me. “I was thinking about that frog. I think it was her pet. Damn me if I see any difference between a frog and a snake, and one of the nicest women I eve...

“You’d better have this handy, Doc.” O’Keefe paused at the head of the stairway and handed me one of the automatics he had taken from Marakinoff. “Shall I not have one also?” rather anxiously asked th...

As I looked at her the man arose and made his way round the table toward us. For the first time my eyes took in Lugur. A few inches taller than the green dwarf, he was far broader, more filled with th...

Our way led along a winding path between banked masses of softly radiant blooms, groups of feathery ferns whose plumes were starred with fragrant white and blue flowerets, slender creepers swinging fr...

I awakened with all the familiar, homely sensation of a shade having been pulled up in a darkened room. I thrilled with a wonderful sense of deep rest and restored resiliency. The ebon shadow had vani...

The shell carried us straight back to the house of Yolara. Larry was awaiting me. We stood again before the tenebrous wall where first we had faced the priestess and the Voice. And as we stood, again ...

For hours the black-haired folk had been streaming across the bridges, flowing along the promenade by scores and by hundreds, drifting down toward the gigantic seven-terraced temple whose interior I h...

Yolara threw her white arms high. From the mountainous tiers came a mighty sigh; a rippling ran through them. And upon the moment, before Yolara’s arms fell, there issued, apparently from the air arou...

We paused before thick curtains, through which came the faint murmur of many voices. They parted; out came two⁠—ushers, I suppose, they were⁠—in cuirasses and kilts that reminded me somewhat of chain-...

A clamour arose from all the chambers; stilled in an instant by a motion of Yolara’s hand. She stood silent, regarding O’Keefe with something other now than blind wrath; something half regretful, half...

Now we were racing down toward that last span whose ancientness had set it apart from all the other soaring arches. The shell’s speed slackened; we approached warily. “We pass there?” asked O’Keefe. T...

For a small eternity⁠—to me at least⁠—we waited. Then as silent as ever the green dwarf returned. “It is well,” he said, some of the strain gone from his voice. “Grip hands again, and follow.” “Wait a...

I was in the heart of a rose pearl, swinging, swinging; no, I was in a rosy dawn cloud, pendulous in space. Consciousness flooded me; in reality I was in the arms of one of the man frogs, carrying me ...

The arch was closer⁠—and in my awe I forgot for the moment Larry and aught else. For this was no rainbow, no thing born of light and mist, no Bifrost Bridge of myth⁠—no! It was a flying arch of stone,...

I had slept soundly and dreamlessly; I wakened quietly in the great chamber into which Rador had ushered O’Keefe and myself after that culminating experience of crowded, nerve-racking hours⁠—the facin...

“Never was there such a girl!” Thus Larry, dreamily, leaning head in hand on one of the wide divans of the chamber where Lakla had left us, pleading service to the Silent Ones. “An’, by the faith and ...

It is with marked hesitation that I begin this chapter, because in it I must deal with an experience so contrary to every known law of physics as to seem impossible. Until this time, barring, of cours...

We reached what I knew to be Lakla’s own boudoir, if I may so call it. Smaller than any of the other chambers of the domed castle in which we had been, its intimacy was revealed not only by its faint ...

She paused, running her long fingers through her own bronze-flecked ringlets. Selective breeding this, with a vengeance, I thought; an ancient experiment in heredity which of course would in time resu...

Long had been her tale in the telling, and too long, perhaps, have I been in the repeating⁠—but not every day are the mists rolled away to reveal undreamed secrets of Earth-youth. And I have set it do...

Lakla had taken no part in the talk since we had reached her bower. She had seated herself close to the O’Keefe. Glancing at her I had seen steal over her face that brooding, listening look that was h...

It is not my intention, nor is it possible no matter how interesting to me, to set down ad seriatim the happenings of the next twelve hours. But a few will not be denied recital. O’Keefe regained chee...

The Norseman turned toward us. There was now no madness in his eyes; only a great weariness. And there was peace on the once tortured face. “Helma,” he whispered, “I go a little before! Soon you will ...

“My heart, Larry⁠—” It was the handmaiden’s murmur. “My heart feels like a bird that is flying from a nest of sorrow.” We were pacing down the length of the bridge, guards of the Akka beside us, other...

For more detailed observations on these points refer to G. Volkens, “Uber die Karolinen Insel Yap,” in Verhandlungen Gesellschaft Erdkunde Berlin, xxvii (1901); J. S. Kubary, Ethnographische Beitrage ...