The Land That Time Forgot


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Bradley's face fell. "I thought of that, too," he replied, "but I wanted to believe the  
other."  
"
Right you are!" I cried. "We must believe the other until we prove it false. We  
can't afford to give up heart now, when we need heart most. The branch was  
carried down by a river, and we are going to find that river." I smote my open  
palm with a clenched fist, to emphasize a determination unsupported by hope.  
"
There!" I cried suddenly. "See that, Bradley?" And I pointed at a spot closer to  
shore. "See that, man!" Some flowers and grasses and another leafy branch  
floated toward us. We both scanned the water and the coastline. Bradley  
evidently discovered something, or at least thought that he had. He called down  
for a bucket and a rope, and when they were passed up to him, he lowered the  
former into the sea and drew it in filled with water. Of this he took a taste, and  
straightening up, looked into my eyes with an expression of elation--as much as  
to say "I told you so!"  
"This water is warm," he announced, "and fresh!"  
I grabbed the bucket and tasted its contents. The water was very warm, and it  
was fresh, but there was a most unpleasant taste to it.  
"
Did you ever taste water from a stagnant pool full of tadpoles?" Bradley asked.  
"
That's it," I exclaimed, "--that's just the taste exactly, though I haven't  
experienced it since boyhood; but how can water from a flowing stream, taste  
thus, and what the dickens makes it so warm? It must be at least 70 or 80  
Fahrenheit, possibly higher."  
"
Yes," agreed Bradley, "I should say higher; but where does it come from?"  
That is easily discovered now that we have found it," I answered. "It can't come  
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from the ocean; so it must come from the land. All that we have to do is follow it,  
and sooner or later we shall come upon its source."  
We were already rather close in; but I ordered the U-33's prow turned inshore  
and we crept slowly along, constantly dipping up the water and tasting it to  
assure ourselves that we didn't get outside the fresh-water current. There was a  
very light off-shore wind and scarcely any breakers, so that the approach to the  
shore was continued without finding bottom; yet though we were already quite  
close, we saw no indication of any indention in the coast from which even a tiny  
brooklet might issue, and certainly no mouth of a large river such as this must  
necessarily be to freshen the ocean even two hundred yards from shore. The tide  
was running out, and this, together with the strong flow of the freshwater  
current, would have prevented our going against the cliffs even had we not been  
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