Chapter VIII

‘The Outlying Pickets of the New World’ Our friends at home may well rejoice with us, for we are at our goal, and up to a point, at least, we have shown that the statement of Professor Challenger can be verified. We have not,...

Chapter III

‘He is a perfectly Impossible Person’ My friend's fear or hope was not destined to be realized. When I called on Wednesday there was a letter with the West Kensington postmark upon it, and my name scrawled across the envelope in a handwriting which...

Chapter XVI

‘A Procession I A Procession!’ I should wish to place upon record here our gratitude to all our friends upon the Amazon for the very great kindness and hospitality which was shown to us upon our return journey. Very particularly would I thank Signor...

Chapter XIV

‘Those were the Real Conquests’ We had imagined that our pursuers, the ape-men, knew nothing of our brushwood hiding-place, but we were soon to find out our mistake. There was no sound in the woods-not a leaf moved upon the trees, and all was...

Chapter XIII

‘A Sight which I shall Never Forget’ Just as the sun was setting upon that melancholy night I saw the lonely figure of the Indian upon the vast plain beneath me, and I watched him, our one faint hope of salvation, until he disappeared...

Chapter IX

‘Who could have Foreseen it?’ A dreadful thing has happened to us. Who could have foreseen it? I cannot foresee any end to our troubles’. It may be that we are condemned to spend our whole lives in this strange, inaccessible place. I am...

Chapter IV

‘It's Just the very Biggest Thing in the World’ Hardly was it shut than Mrs Challenger darted out from the dining room. The small woman was in a furious temper. She barred her husband's way like an enraged chicken in front of a bulldog....

Chapter II

‘Try your Luck with Professor Challenger’ I always liked McArdle, the crabbed old, round-backed, red-headed news editor, and I rather hoped that he liked me. Of course, Beaumont was the real boss, but he lived in the rarefied atmosphere of some Olympian height...

Chapter XI

‘For once I was the Hero’ Lord John Roxton was right when he thought that some specially toxic quality might lie in the bite of the horrible creatures which had attacked us. On the morning after our first adventure upon the plateau, both Summerlee...

Chapter X

‘The most Wonderful Things have Happened’ The most wonderful things have happened and are continually happening to us. All the paper that I possess consists of five old notebooks and a lot of scraps, and I have only the one stylographic pencil; but so...