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Mars, Venus, Pellucidar, and finally Poloda - the last planet to be explored by Edgar Rice Burroughs. Of them all, Poloda was the most distant - literally Beyond The Farthest Star our telescope could view! Yet on Poloda, appeared an American from our own time, to take part in one thrilling adventure after another in the battles of that wartorn world. Suddenly zapped from an Earth battle with Nazi warplanes, Tangor is forced to create a new life for himself on the planet Poloda, where he uses his skills as a soldier to help the brave citizens of Unis fight against the marauding Kapars.
159 pages, with a reading time of ~2.5 hours (39,771 words), and first published in 1942. This DRM-Free edition published by epubBooks, 2015.
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I was shot down behind the German lines in September, 1989. Three Messerschmitts had attacked me, but I spun two of them to earth, whirling funeral pyres, before I took the last long dive.
My name is-well, never mind; my family still retains many of the Puritanical characteristics of our revered ancestors, and it is so publicity-shy that it would consider a death-notice as verging on the vulgar. My family thinks that I am dead; so let it go at that-perhaps I am. I imagine the Germans buried me, anyway.
The transition, or whatever it was, must have been instantaneous; for my head was still whirling from the spin when I opened my eyes in what appeared to be a garden. There were trees and shrubs and flowers and expanses of well-kept lawn; but what astonished me first was that there didn’t seem to be any end to the garden-it just extended indefinitely all the way to the horizon, or at least as far as I could see; and there were no buildings nor any people.
At least, I didn’t see any people at first; and I was mighty glad of that, because I didn’t have any clothes on. I thought I must be dead-I knew I must, after what I had been through. When a machine-gun bullet lodges in your heart, you remain conscious for about fifteen seconds- long enough to realize that you have already gone into your last spin; but you know you are dead, unless a miracle has happened to save you. I thought possibly such a miracle might have intervened to preserve me for posterity.
I looked around for the Germans and for my plane, but they weren’t there; then, for the first time, I noticed the trees and shrubs and flowers in more detail, and I realized that I had never seen anything like them. They were not astoundingly different from those with which I had been familiar, but they were of species I had never seen or noticed. It then occurred to me that I had fallen into a German botanical garden.
It also occurred to me that it might be a good plan to find out if I was badly injured. I tried to stand, and I succeeded; and I was just congratulating myself on having escaped so miraculously, when I heard a feminine scream.