{"product_id":"2940014019651","title":"The Land That Time Forgot","description":"Chapter 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt must have been a little after three o'clock in the afternoon that it\u003cbr\u003ehappened--the afternoon of June 3rd, 1916.  It seems incredible that\u003cbr\u003eall that I have passed through--all those weird and terrifying\u003cbr\u003eexperiences--should have been encompassed within so short a span as\u003cbr\u003ethree brief months.  Rather might I have experienced a cosmic cycle,\u003cbr\u003ewith all its changes and evolutions for that which I have seen with my\u003cbr\u003eown eyes in this brief interval of time--things that no other mortal\u003cbr\u003eeye had seen before, glimpses of a world past, a world dead, a world so\u003cbr\u003elong dead that even in the lowest Cambrian stratum no trace of it\u003cbr\u003eremains.  Fused with the melting inner crust, it has passed forever\u003cbr\u003ebeyond the ken of man other than in that lost pocket of the earth\u003cbr\u003ewhither fate has borne me and where my doom is sealed. I am here and\u003cbr\u003ehere must remain.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAfter reading this far, my interest, which already had been stimulated\u003cbr\u003eby the finding of the manuscript, was approaching the boiling-point.  I\u003cbr\u003ehad come to Greenland for the summer, on the advice of my physician,\u003cbr\u003eand was slowly being bored to extinction, as I had thoughtlessly\u003cbr\u003eneglected to bring sufficient reading-matter. Being an indifferent\u003cbr\u003efisherman, my enthusiasm for this form of sport soon waned; yet in the\u003cbr\u003eabsence of other forms of recreation I was now risking my life in an\u003cbr\u003eentirely inadequate boat off Cape Farewell at the southernmost\u003cbr\u003eextremity of Greenland.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGreenland!  As a descriptive appellation, it is a sorry joke--but my\u003cbr\u003estory has nothing to do with Greenland, nothing to do with me; so I\u003cbr\u003eshall get through with the one and the other as rapidly as possible.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe inadequate boat finally arrived at a precarious landing, the\u003cbr\u003enatives, waist-deep in the surf, assisting.  I was carried ashore, and\u003cbr\u003ewhile the evening meal was being prepared, I wandered to and fro along\u003cbr\u003ethe rocky, shattered shore.  Bits of surf-harried beach clove the worn\u003cbr\u003egranite, or whatever the rocks of Cape Farewell may be composed of, and\u003cbr\u003eas I followed the ebbing tide down one of these soft stretches, I saw\u003cbr\u003ethe thing.  Were one to bump into a Bengal tiger in the ravine behind\u003cbr\u003ethe Bimini Baths, one could be no more surprised than was I to see a\u003cbr\u003eperfectly good quart thermos bottle turning and twisting in the surf of\u003cbr\u003eCape Farewell at the southern extremity of Greenland. I rescued it, but\u003cbr\u003eI was soaked above the knees doing it; and then I sat down in the sand\u003cbr\u003eand opened it, and in the long twilight read the manuscript, neatly\u003cbr\u003ewritten and tightly folded, which was its contents.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47069037920496,"sku":"2940014019651","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940014019651_p0.jpg?v=1763603343","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940014019651","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}