"There's a fine landing place right there where we came
over," he insisted, and it was an excellent one--a wide, flattopped
rock, overlooking the lake, and quite out of sight from the interior.
"They won't find this in a hurry," he asserted, as we scrambled
with the utmost difficulty down to safer footing. "Come on, boys--
there were some good lookers in that bunch."
Of course it was unwise of us.
It was quite easy to see afterward that our best plan was to
have studied the country more fully before we left our swooping
airship and trusted ourselves to mere foot service. But we were
three young men. We had been talking about this country for
over a year, hardly believing that there was such a place, and now
--we were in it.
It looked safe and civilized enough, and among those upturned,
crowding faces, though some were terrified enough, there was great
beauty--on that we all agreed.
"Come on!" cried Terry, pushing forward. "Oh, come on!
Here goes for Herland!"
CHAPTER 2
Rash Advances
Not more than ten or fifteen miles we judged it from our
landing rock to that last village.
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