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This is written from memory, unfortunately. If I could have brought with me the material I so carefully prepared, this would be a very different story. Whole books full of notes, carefully copied records, firsthand descriptions, and the picturesthats the worst loss. We had some birdseyes of the cities and parks; a lot of lovely views of streets, of buildings, outside and in, and some of those gorgeous gardens, and, most important of all, of the women themselves.

Nobody will ever believe how they looked. Descriptions arent any good when it comes to women, and I never was good at descriptions anyhow. But its got to be done somehow; the rest of the world needs to know about that country.

I havent said where it was for fear some selfappointed missionaries, or traders, or landgreedy expansionists, will take it upon themselves to push in. They will not be wanted, I can tell them that, and will fare worse than we did if they do find it.

It began this way. There were three of us, classmates and friendsTerry O. Nicholson (we used to call him the Old Nick, with good reason), Jeff Margrave, and I, Vandyck Jennings.

We had known each other years and years, and in spite of our differences we had a good deal in common. All of us were interested in science.

Terry was rich enough to do as he pleased. His great aim was exploration. He used to make all kinds of a row because there was nothing left to explore now, only patchwork and filling in, he said. He filled in well enoughhe had a lot of talentsgreat on mechanics and electricity. Had all kinds of boats and motorcars, and was one of the best of our airmen.

We never could have done the thing at all without Terry.

Jeff Margrave was born to be a poet, a botanistor bothbut his folks persuaded him to be a doctor instead. He was a good one, for his age, but his real interest was in what he loved to call the wonders of science.

As for me, sociologys my major. You have to back that up with a lot of other sciences, of course. Im interested in them all.

Terry was strong on factsgeography and meteorology and those; Jeff could beat him any time on biology, and I didnt care what it was they talked about, so long as it connected with human life, somehow. There are few things that dont.

We three had a chance to join a big scientific expedition. They needed a doctor, and that gave Jeff an excuse for dropping his just opening practice; they needed Terrys experience, his machine, and his money; and as for me, I got in through Terrys influence.

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It began this way. There were three of us, classmates and friendsTerry O. Nicholson (we used to call him the Old Nick, with good reason), Jeff Margrave, and I, Vandyck Jennings.

We had known each other years and years, and in spite of our differences we had a good deal in common. All of us were interested in science.

We never could have done the thing at all without Terry.

As for me, sociologys my major. You have to back that up with a lot of other sciences, of course. Im interested in them all.

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