The Goddess of Atvatabar - Being the history of the discovery of the interior world and conquest of Atvatabar

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Project Gutenberg's The Goddess of Atvatabar, by William R. BradshawThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and withalmost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away orre-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License includedwith this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.orgTitle: The Goddess of AtvatabarBeing the history of the discovery of the interior worldand conquest of AtvatabarAuthor: William R. BradshawRelease Date: June 15, 2010 [EBook #32825]Language: English*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE GODDESS OF ATVATABAR ***Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Juliet Sutherland, and theOnline Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net Map of the Interior World. Map of the Interior World. THEGODDESS OF ATVATABAR BEING THEHISTORY OF THE DISCOVERYOF THEINTERIOR WORLDANDCONQUEST OF ATVATABAR BYWILLIAM R. BRADSHAW PROFUSELY ILLUSTRATED NEW YORKJ. F. DOUTHITT286 Fifth Avenue1892 Copyright, 1891, byWILLIAM R. BRADSHAWCONTENTS.CHAPTER PAGEI. —A Polar Catastrophe, 13II. —The Cause of the Expedition, 19III. —Beginning the Voyage, 22IV. —Our Adventures in the Polar Sea, 26V. —We Enter the Polar Gulf, 31VI. —Day Becomes Night and Night Day, 34VII. —We Discover the Interior World, 40VIII. —Extraordinary Loss of Weight, 45IX. —Afloat on the Interior Ocean, 50X. —A Visit from the Inhabitants of Plutusia, 52XI. —We Learn Atvatabarese, 57XII. —We Arrive at Kioram, 61XIII. ...

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Title: The Goddess of Atvatabar Being the history of the discovery of the interior world and conquest of Atvatabar

Author: William R. Bradshaw

Release Date: June 15, 2010 [EBook #32825]

Language: English

*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE GODDESS OF ATVATABAR ***

Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Juliet Sutherland, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net

Map of the Interior World.Map of the Interior World.

THE

GODDESSOFATVATABAR

BEINGTHE

HISTORY OF THE DISCOVERY

OFTHE

INTERIOR WORLD

AND

CONQUEST OF ATVATABAR

WILLIAM R. BRADSHAW

PROFUSELY ILLUSTRATED

NEW YORK

J. F. DOUTHITT

286 Fifth Avenue

1892

WILLIAM R. BRADSHAW

CONTENTS.

CHAPTER I. —A Polar Catastrophe, II. —The Cause of the Expedition, III. —Beginning the Voyage, IV. —Our Adventures in the Polar Sea, V. —We Enter the Polar Gulf, VI. —Day Becomes Night and Night Day, VII. —We Discover the Interior World, VIII. —Extraordinary Loss of Weight, IX. —Afloat on the Interior Ocean, X. —A Visit from the Inhabitants of Plutusia, XI. —We Learn Atvatabarese, XII. —We Arrive at Kioram, XIII. —Marching in Triumph, XIV. —The Journey to Calnogor, XV. —Our Reception by the King, XVI. —The King Unfolds the Grandeur of Atvatabar, XVII. —Gnaphisthasia, XVIII. —The Journey to the Bormidophia, XIX. —The Throne of the Gods, Calnogor, XX. —The Worship of Lyone, Supreme Goddess, XXI. —An Audience with the Supreme Goddess, XXII. —The Goddess Learns the Story of the Outer World, XXIII. —The Garden of Tanje, XXIV. —The Journey to Egyplosis, XXV. —Escaping from the Cyclone, XXVI. —The Banquet on the Aerial Ship, XXVII. —We Reach Egyplosis, XXVIII. —The Grand Temple of Harikar, XXIX. —The Installation of a Twin-Soul, XXX. —The Installation of a Twin-Soul (Continued) XXXI. —The Mystery of Egyplosis, XXXII. —The Sin of a Twin-Soul, XXXIII. —The Doctor's Opinion of Egyplosis, XXXIV. —Lyone's Confession, XXXV. —Our Visit to the Infernal Palace, XXXVI. —Arjeels, XXXVII. —A Revelation, XXXVIII. —Lyone's Manifesto to King and People, XXXIX. —The Crisis in Atvatabar, XL. —My Departure from the Palace of Tanje, XLI. —We Are Attacked by the Enemy, XLII. —The Battle Continued, XLIII. —Victory, XLIV. —The News of Atvatabar in the Outer World, XLV. —The Voyages of theMercuryand theAurora Borealis, XLVI. —The Arrest of Lyone, XLVII. —The Council of War in Kioram, XLVIII. —The Report of Astronomer Starbottle, XLIX. —Preparation for War, L. —I Visit Lyone in Calnogor, LI. —The Death of Lyone, LII. —The Battle of Calnogor,

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LIII. —Victory, LIV. —Reincarnation, LV. —Lexington and Lyone Hailed King and Queen of Atvatabar, LVI. —Our Reception in Calnogor, LVII. —The Combined Ceremony of Marriage and Coronation, LVIII. —The Death of Bhoolmakar, LIX. —The History Concluded,

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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.

Map of the interior world, I signalled the engineer full speed ahead, and in a short time we crossed the ice-foot and entered the chasm, A semi-circle of rifles was discharged at the unhappy brutes. Two of them, fell dead in their tracks, The terror inspired by the professor's words was plainly visible on every face, At this moment a wild cry arose from the sailors. With one voice they shouted, "The sun! The sun!" One of the flying men caught Flathootly by the hair of the head, and lifted him out of the water, One of the mounted police got hold of the switch on the back of the bockhockid, and brought it to a standstill, The sacred locomotive stormed the mountain heights with its audacious tread, The king embraced me, and I kissed the hand of her majesty, A procession of priests and priestesses passed down the living aisles, bearing trophies of art, On the throne sat the Supreme Goddess Lyone, the representative of Harikar, the Holy Soul, The throne of the gods was indeed the golden heart of Atvatabar, the triune symbol of body, mind, and spirit, Her holiness offered both his majesty the king and myself her hand to kiss, Zoophytes of Atvatabar, The Lilasure, The Laburnul, The Green Gazzle of Glockett Gozzle, Jeerloons, A Jeerloon, The Lillipoutum, The Jugdul, The Yarphappy, The Jalloast, The Gasternowl, The Crocosus, The Jardil, or Love-pouch, The Blocus, The Funny-fenny, or Clowngrass, The Gleroseral, The Eaglon, The goddess stood holding on to the outer rail of the deck, the incarnation of courage, Then the ship rose again toward the mammoth rocks, adorned with the tapestries of falling wave, Lyone was borne on a litter from the aerial ship to the palace, The priest and priestess stood beside the altar, each reading an alternate stanza from the ritual of the goddess, Her kiss was a blinding whirlwind of flame and tears, The labyrinth was a subterranean garden, whose trees and flowers were chiselled out of the living rock, As i gazed, lo! a shower of blazing jewels issued from the mouth of the hehorrent, "By virtue of the spirit power in this cable," said the sorcerer, "I will that the magical Island of Arjeels shall rise above

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the waves," The ship in company with a vast volume of water sprang into the air to a great height, We slowly dragged ourselves across the range of icy peaks, I mounted the trunk and proposed the health of Her Majesty Lyone, Queen of Atvatabar, Lyone reached for a flower, and in doing so touched the vase, and immediately fell dead upon the floor, At this juncture a shell of terrorite exploded among the foe with thrilling effect, destroying at least two hundred bockhockids, Heavens and earth! He was holding Lyone in his arms, alive from the living battery! Lyone, the peerless soul of souls, alive once more and triumphant over death, We sat thus crowned amid the tremendous excitement. The people shouted, "Life, health and prosperity to our sovereign lord and lady, Lexington and Lyone, King and Queen of Atvatabar," Oi made Bhooly an' Koshnili kneel down, an' a sojer tied their hands behind their backs. Then Oi ordhered a wayleal to behead thim wid their own swords,

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INTRODUCTION. It is proper that some explanation be made as to the position occupied by the following story in the realm of fiction, and that a brief estimate should be made of its literary value. Literature may be roughly classified under two heads—the creative and the critical. The former is characteristic of the imaginative temperament, while the latter is analytical in its nature, and does not rise above the level of the actual. Rightly pursued, these two ways of searching out truth should supplement each other. The poet finds in God the source of matter; the man of science traces matter up to God. Science is poetry inverted: the latter sees in the former confirmation of its airiest flight; it is synthetic and creative, whereas science dissects and analyzes. Obviously, the most spiritual conceptions should always maintain a basis in the world of fact, and the greatest works of literary art, while taking their stand upon the solid earth, have not feared to lift their heads to heaven. The highest art is the union of both methods, but in recent times realism in an extreme form, led by Zola and Tolstoi, and followed with willing though infirm footsteps by certain American writers, has attained a marked prominence in literature, while romantic writers have suffered a corresponding obscuration. It must be admitted that the influence of the realists is not entirely detrimental; on the contrary, they have imported into literature a nicety of observation, a heedfulness of workmanship, a mastery of technique, which have been greatly to its advantage. Nevertheless, the novel of hard facts has failed to prove its claim to infallibility. Facts in themselves are impotent to account for life. Every material fact is but the representative on the plane of sense of a corresponding truth on the spiritual plane. Spirit is the substance; fact the shadow only, and its whole claim to existence lies in its relation to spirit. Bulwer declares in one of his early productions that the Ideal is the only true Real. In the nature of things a reaction from the depression of the realistic school must take place. Indeed, it has already set in, even at the moment of the realists' apogee. A dozen years ago the author of "John Inglesant," in a work of the finest art and most delicate spirituality, showed that the spell of the ideal had not lost its efficacy, and the books that he has written since then have confirmed and emphasized the impression produced by it. Meanwhile, Robert Louis Stevenson and Rider Haggard have cultivated with striking success the romantic vein of fiction, and the former, at least, has acquired a mastery of technical detail which the realists themselves may envy. It is a little more than a year, too, since Rudyard Kipling startled the reading public with a series of tales of wonderful force and vividness; and whatever criticism may be applied to his work, it incontestably shows the dominance of a spiritual and romantic motive. The realists, on the other hand, have added no notable recruits to their standard, and the leaders of the movement are losing rather than gaining in popularity. The spirit of the new age seems to be with the other party, and we may expect to see them enjoy a constantly widening vogue and influence. The first practical problem which confronts the intending historian of an ideal, social, or political community is to determine the locality in which it shall be placed. It may have no geographical limitations, like Plato's "Republic," or Sir Philip Sidney's "Arcadia." Swift, in his "Gulliver's Travels," appropriated the islands of the then unknown seas, and the late Mr. Percy Greg boldly steered into space and located a brilliant romance on the planet Mars. Mr. Haggard has placed the scene of his romance "She" in the unexplored interior of Africa. After all, if imagination be our fellow-traveller, we might well discover El Dorados within easy reach of our own townships.

Other writers, like Ignatius Donnelly and Edward Bellamy, have solved the problem by anticipating the future. Anything will do, so that it be well done. The real question is as to the writer's ability to interest his readers with supposed experiences that may develop mind and heart almost as well as if real.

"The Goddess of Atvatabar," like the works already mentioned, is a production of imagination and sentiment, the scene of action being laid in the interior of the earth. It is true that the notion has heretofore existed that the earth might be a hollow sphere. The early geologists had a theory that the earth was a hollow globe, the shell being no thicker in proportion to its size than that of an egg. This idea was revived by Captain Symmes, with the addition of polar openings. Jules Verne takes his readers, in one of his romances, to the interior of a volcano, and Bulwer, in his "Coming Race," has constructed a world of underground caverns. Mr. Bradshaw, however, has swept aside each and all of these preliminary explorations, and has kindled the fires of an interior sun, revealing an interior world of striking magnificence. In view of the fact that we live on an exterior world, lit by an exterior sun, he has supposed the possibility of similar interior conditions, and the crudity of all former conceptions of a hollow earth will be made vividly apparent to the reader of the present volume. "The Goddess of Atvatabar" paints a picture of a new world, and the author must be credited with an original conception. He has written out of his own heart and brain, without reference to or dependence upon the imaginings of others, and it is within the truth to say that in boldness of design, in wealth and ingenuity of detail, and in lofty purpose, he has not fallen below the highest standard that has been erected by previous writers.

Mr. Bradshaw, in his capacity of idealist, has not only created a new world, but has decorated it with the skill and conscientiousness of the realist, and has achieved a work of art which may rightfully be termed great. Jules Verne, in composing a similar story, would stop short with a description of mere physical adventure, but in the present work Mr. Bradshaw goes beyond the physical, and has created in conjunction therewith an interior world of the soul, illuminated with the still more dazzling sun of ideal love in all its passion and beauty. The story is refreshingly independent both in conception and method, and the insinuation, "Beati qui ante nos nostra dixerunt," cannot be quoted against him. He has imagined and worked out the whole thing for himself, and he merits the full credit that belongs to a discoverer.

"The Goddess of Atvatabar" is full of marvellous adventures on land and sea and in the aerial regions as well. It is not my purpose at present to enumerate the surprising array of novel conceptions that will charm the reader. The author, by the condition of his undertaking, has givencarte blanchehis imagination. He has created a complete society, with a to complete environment suited to it. The broadest generalization, no less than the minutest particulars, have received

careful attention, and the story is based upon a profound understanding of the essential qualities of human nature, and is calculated to attain deserved celebrity. Among the subjects dear to the idealist's heart, perhaps none finds greater favor than that which involves the conception of a new social and political order, and our author has elaborated this subject on fresh lines of thought, making his material world enclose a realm of spiritual tenderness, even as the body is the continent and sensible manifestation of the soul.

The forces, arts, and aspirations of the human soul are wrought into a symmetrical fabric, exhibiting its ideal tendencies. The evident purpose of the writer is to stimulate the mind, by presenting to its contemplation things that are marvellous, noble, and magnificent. He has not hesitated to portray his own emotions as expressed by the characters in the book, and is evidently in hearty sympathy with everything that will produce elevation of the intellectual and emotional ideals.

The style in which the story is told is worthy of remark. In the beginning, when events are occurring within the realm of things already known or conceived of, he speaks in the matter-of-fact, honest tone of the modern explorer; so far as the language goes we might be reading the reports of an arctic voyage as recounted in the daily newspaper; there is the same unpretentiousness and directness of phrase, the same attention to apparently commonplace detail, and the same candid portrayal of wonder, hope, and fear. But when the stupendous descent into the interior world has been made, and we have been carried through the intermediary occurrences into the presence of the beautiful goddess herself, the style rises to the level of the lofty theme and becomes harmoniously imaginative and poetic. The change takes place so naturally and insensibly that no jarring contrast is perceived; and a subdued sense of humor, making itself felt at the proper moment, redeems the most daring flights of the work from the reproach of extravagance.

Mr. Bradshaw is especially to be commended for having the courage of his imagination. He wastes no undue time on explanations, but proceeds promptly and fearlessly to set forth the point at issue. When, for example, it becomes necessary to introduce the new language spoken by the inhabitants of the interior world, we are brought in half a dozen paragraphs to an understanding of its characteristic features, and proceed to the use of it without more ado. A more timid writer would have misspent labor and ingenuity in dwelling upon a matter which Mr. Bradshaw rightly perceived to be of no essential importance; and we should have been wearied and delayed in arriving at the really interesting scenes. The philosophy of the book is worthy of more serious notice. The religion of the new race is based upon the worship of the human soul, whose powers have been developed to a height unthought of by our section of mankind, although on lines the commencement of which are already within our view. The magical achievements of theosophy and occultism, as well as the ultimate achievements of orthodox science, are revealed in their most amazing manifestations, and with a sobriety and minuteness of treatment that fully satisfies what may be called the transcendental reader. The whole philosophic and religious situation is made to appear admirably plausible: but we are gradually brought to perceive that there is a futility and a rottenness inherent in it all, and that for the Goddess of Atvatabar, lofty, wise, and immaculate though she be, there is, nevertheless, a loftier and sublimer experience in store. The finest art of the book is shown here: a deep is revealed underneath the deep, and the final outcome is in accord with the simplest as well as the profoundest religious perception. But it would be useless to attempt longer to withhold the reader from the marvellous journey that awaits him. A word of congratulation, however, is due in regard to the illustrations. They reach a level of excellence rare even at this day; the artists have evidently been in thorough sympathy with the author, and have given to the eye what the latter has presented to the understanding. A more lovable divinity than that which confronts us on the golden throne it has seldom been our fortune to behold; and the designs of animal-plants are as remarkable as anything in modern illustrative art: they are entirely unique, and possess a value quite apart from their artistic grace. The chief complaint I find to urge against the book is that it stops long before my curiosity regarding the contents of the interior world is satisfied. There are several continents and islands yet to be heard from. But I am reassured by the termination of the story that there is nothing to prevent the hero from continuing his explorations; and I shall welcome the volume which contains the further points of his extraordinary and commendable enterprise. Julian Hawthorne.

THE GODDESS OF ATVATABAR.