The Coming Race
Public Domain
Chapter 6
I remained in this unconscious state, as I afterwards learned, for many days, even for some weeks according to our computation of time. When I recovered I was in a strange room, my host and all his family were gathered round me, and to my utter amaze my hosts daughter accosted me in my own language with a slightly foreign accent.
How do you feel? she asked.
It was some moments before I could overcome my surprise enough to falter out, You know my language? How? Who and what are you?
My host smiled and motioned to one of his sons, who then took from a table a number of thin metallic sheets on which were traced drawings of various figures--a house, a tree, a bird, a man, &c.
In these designs I recognised my own style of drawing. Under each figure was written the name of it in my language, and in my writing; and in another handwriting a word strange to me beneath it.
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