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Through two long weeks I wandered, stumbling through the nights guided only by the stars and hiding during the days behind some protruding rock or among the occasional hills I traversed. Several times I was attacked by wild beasts; strange, uncouth monstrosities that leaped upon me in the dark, so that I had ever to grasp my long-sword in my hand that I might be ready for them. Usually my strange, newly acquired telepathic power warned me in ample time, but once I was down with vicious fangs at my jugular and a hairy face pressed close to mine before I knew that I was even threatened.
What manner of thing was upon me I did not know, but that it was large and heavy and many-legged I could feel. My hands were at its throat before the fangs had a chance to bury themselves in my neck, and slowly I forced the hairy face from me and closed my fingers, vise-like, upon its windpipe.
Without sound we lay there, the beast exerting every effort to reach me with those awful fangs, and I straining to maintain my grip and choke the life from it as I kept it from my throat. Slowly my arms gave to the unequal struggle, and inch by inch the burning eyes and gleaming tusks of my antagonist crept toward me, until, as the hairy face touched mine again, I realized that all was over. And then a living mass of destruction sprang from the surrounding darkness full upon the creature that held me pinioned to the ground. The two rolled growling upon the moss, tearing and rending one another in a frightful manner, but it was soon over and my preserver stood with lowered head above the throat of the dead thing which would have killed me.
The nearer moon, hurtling suddenly above the horizon and lighting up the Barsoomian scene, showed me that my preserver was Woola, but from whence he had come, or how found me, I was at a loss to know. That I was glad of his companionship it is needless to say, but my pleasure at seeing him was tempered by anxiety as to the reason of his leaving Dejah Thoris. Only her death I felt sure, could account for his absence from her, so faithful I knew him to be to my commands.
By the light of the now brilliant moons I saw that he was but a shadow of his former self, and as he turned from my caress and commenced greedily to devour the dead carcass at my feet I realized that the poor fellow was more than half starved. I, myself, was in but little better plight but I could not bring myself to eat the uncooked flesh and I had no means of making a fire. When Woola had finished his meal I again took up my weary and seemingly endless wandering in quest of the elusive waterway.
At daybreak of the fifteenth day of my search
When the amphitheater had cleared I crept stealthily to the top and as the great excavation lay far from the plaza and in an untenanted portion of the great dead city I had little trouble in reaching the hills beyond.
For two days I waited there for Kantos Kan, but as he did not come I started off on foot in a northwesterly direction toward a point where he had told me lay the nearest waterway. My only food consisted of vegetable milk from the plants which gave so bounteously of this priceless fluid.
Through two long weeks I wandered, stumbling through the nights guided only by the stars and hiding during the days behind some protruding rock or among the occasional hills I traversed. Several times I was attacked by wild beasts; strange, uncouth monstrosities that leaped upon me in the dark, so that I had ever to grasp my long-sword in my hand that I might be ready for them. Usually my strange, newly acquired telepathic power warned me in ample time, but once I was down with vicious fangs at my jugular and a hairy face pressed close to mine before I knew that I was even threatened.
What manner of thing was upon me I did not know, but that it was large and heavy and many-legged I could feel. My hands were at its throat before the fangs had a chance to bury themselves in my neck, and slowly I forced the hairy face from me and closed my fingers, vise-like, upon its windpipe.
Without sound we lay there, the beast exerting every effort to reach me with those awful fangs, and I straining to maintain my grip and choke the life from it as I kept it from my throat. Slowly my arms gave to the unequal struggle, and inch by inch the burning eyes and gleaming tusks of my antagonist crept toward me, until, as the hairy face touched mine again, I realized that all was over. And then a living mass of destruction sprang from the surrounding darkness full upon the creature that held me pinioned to the ground. The two rolled growling upon the moss, tearing and rending one another in a frightful manner, but it was soon over and my preserver stood with lowered head above the throat of the dead thing which would have killed me.
The nearer moon, hurtling suddenly above the horizon and lighting up the Barsoomian scene, showed me that my preserver was Woola, but from whence he had come, or how found me, I was at a loss to know. That I was glad of his companionship it is needless to say, but my pleasure at seeing him was tempered by anxiety as to the reason of his leaving Dejah Thoris. Only her death I felt sure, could account for his absence from her, so faithful I knew him to be to my commands.
By the light of the now brilliant moons I saw that he was but a shadow of his former self, and as he turned from my caress and commenced greedily to devour the dead carcass at my feet I realized that the poor fellow was more than half starved. I, myself, was in but little better plight but I could not bring myself to eat the uncooked flesh and I had no means of making a fire. When Woola had finished his meal I again took up my weary and seemingly endless wandering in quest of the elusive waterway.
At daybreak of the fifteenth day of my search I was overjoyed to see the high trees that denoted the object of my search. About noon I dragged myself wearily to the portals of a huge building which covered perhaps four square miles and towered two hundred feet in the air. It showed no aperture in the mighty walls other than the tiny door at which I sank exhausted, nor was there any sign of life about it.
I could find no bell or other method of making my presence known to the inmates of the place, unless a small round role in the wall near the door was for that purpose. It was of about the bigness of a lead pencil and thinking that it might be in the nature of a speaking tube I put my mouth to it and was about to call into it when a voice issued from it asking me whom I might be, where from, and the nature of my errand.
I explained that I had escaped from the Warhoons and was dying of starvation and exhaustion.
. About noon I dragged myself wearily to the portals of a huge building which covered perhaps four square miles and towered two hundred feet in the air. It showed no aperture in the mighty walls other than the tiny door at which I sank exhausted, nor was there any sign of life about it.
I could find no bell or other method of making my presence known to the inmates of the place, unless a small round role in the wall near the door was for that purpose. It was of about the bigness of a lead pencil and thinking that it might be in the nature of a speaking tube I put my mouth to it and was about to call into it when a voice issued from it asking me whom I might be, where from, and the nature of my errand.
I explained that I had escaped from the Warhoons and was dying of starvation and exhaustion.
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AfriKin Art: Women Walk On Water
NORTH MIAMI, FL — After the resounding success of AfriKin Art: The
Gaze Africana that opened MLK Weekend through Black History Month 2023. AfriKin
Art and the North Miami Community Redevelopment Agency (NMCRA) are once again
collaborating to present their next installation, Women Walk on Water –
a contemporary fine art exhibition and call for the end of injustice and
violence against women and girls for Women’s History Month 2023, opens Sunday,
March 5th, 2023 through March 31st, 2023.
Exhibiting artists include: Aisha Tandiwe Bell – USA /Angéle Etoundi Essamba – Cameroon, Netherlands / Annick Duvivier – Haiti / Aziza Vanterpool – Sint Maarten / Camille Chedda – Jamaica / Carina Kemelmajer – Argentina / Emeline Delsaut – France / Gridliani Guzmán – Venezuela / Ines-Noor Chaqroun – Morocco / Ivette Mejia – Dominican Republic / Katrina Coombs –Jamaica / Khaula Naima Nuruddin – USA / Luna Korme – Somalia / Magui Delfino –Argentina / Mila Hajjar – Rome / Niki Lopez – USA / Oneika Russell – Jamaica / Perla Sofia Gonzalez – Cuba / Rita Odibi – Nigeria / Syamarani Dasi – USA / Tracy Ann Simmonds – USA
AfriKin Art: The Gaze Africana Exhibition
AfriKin Art in collaboration with the North Miami Community Redevelopment Agency (NMCRA) is proud to present, The Gaze Africana – a contemporary fine art exhibition of African excellence for Black History Month 2023.
Exhibiting artists include: Doba Afolabi – Nigeria / Greg Bailey – Jamaica / Kimani Beckford – Jamaica / Aisha Tandiwe Bell – USA / John Campbell – Jamaica / George Camille – Seychelles / Ines-Noor Chaqroun – Morocco / Camille Chedda – Jamaica / Katrina Coombs – Jamaica / Philippe Dodard – Haiti / Angèle Essamba Etoundi – Cameroon, Netherlands / Yrneh Gabon – Jamaica / Joaquin Gonzalez – Spain / Bayunga Kalieuka – Congo / Amore Kreative – USA / Niki Lopez – USA / Ricardo Lion Molina – Cuba / Ras Mosera – Sint Maarten / Oneika Russell – Jamaica / Carlos Salas – Colombia / Musah Swallah – Ghana.
AfriKin Art: Women Walk On Water
NORTH MIAMI, FL — After the resounding success of AfriKin Art: The
Gaze Africana that opened MLK Weekend through Black History Month 2023. AfriKin
Art and the North Miami Community Redevelopment Agency (NMCRA) are once again
collaborating to present their next installation, Women Walk on Water –
a contemporary fine art exhibition and call for the end of injustice and
violence against women and girls for Women’s History Month 2023, opens Sunday,
March 5th, 2023 through March 31st, 2023.
Exhibiting artists include: Aisha Tandiwe Bell – USA /Angéle Etoundi Essamba – Cameroon, Netherlands / Annick Duvivier – Haiti / Aziza Vanterpool – Sint Maarten / Camille Chedda – Jamaica / Carina Kemelmajer – Argentina / Emeline Delsaut – France / Gridliani Guzmán – Venezuela / Ines-Noor Chaqroun – Morocco / Ivette Mejia – Dominican Republic / Katrina Coombs –Jamaica / Khaula Naima Nuruddin – USA / Luna Korme – Somalia / Magui Delfino –Argentina / Mila Hajjar – Rome / Niki Lopez – USA / Oneika Russell – Jamaica / Perla Sofia Gonzalez – Cuba / Rita Odibi – Nigeria / Syamarani Dasi – USA / Tracy Ann Simmonds – USA