The Lost Continent


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I imagine you are right," I agreed, "for their extreme boldness and fearlessness in  
the presence of man would suggest either that man is entirely unknown to them,  
or that they are extremely familiar with him as their natural and most easily  
procured prey."  
"But where did they come from?" asked Delcarte. "Could they have traveled here  
from Asia?"  
I shook my head. The thing was a puzzle to me. I knew that it was practically  
beyond reason to imagine that tigers had crossed the mountain ranges and rivers  
and all the great continent of Europe to travel this far from their native lairs, and  
entirely impossible that they should have crossed the English Channel at all. Yet  
here they were, and in great numbers.  
We continued up the Tamar several miles, filled our casks, and then landed to  
cook some of our deer steak, and have the first square meal that had fallen to our  
lot since the Coldwater deserted us. But scarce had we built our fire and  
prepared the meat for cooking than Snider, whose eyes had been constantly  
roving about the landscape from the moment that we left the launch, touched me  
on the arm and pointed to a clump of bushes which grew a couple of hundred  
yards away.  
Half concealed behind their screening foliage I saw the yellow and black of a big  
tiger, and, as I looked, the beast stalked majestically toward us. A moment later,  
he was followed by another and another, and it is needless to state that we beat a  
hasty retreat to the launch.  
The country was apparently infested by these huge Carnivora, for after three  
other attempts to land and cook our food we were forced to abandon the idea  
entirely, as each time we were driven off by hunting tigers.  
It was also equally impossible to obtain the necessary ingredients for our  
chemical fuel, and, as we had very little left aboard, we determined to step our  
folding mast and proceed under sail, hoarding our fuel supply for use in  
emergencies.  
I may say that it was with no regret that we bid adieu to Tigerland, as we  
rechristened the ancient Devon, and, beating out into the Channel, turned the  
launch's nose southeast, to round Bolt Head and continue up the coast toward  
the Strait of Dover and the North Sea.  
I was determined to reach London as soon as possible, that we might obtain fresh  
clothing, meet with cultured people, and learn from the lips of Englishmen the  
secrets of the two centuries since the East had been divorced from the West.  
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