"A Princess of Mars" Wordlist

I found myself lying prone upon a bed of yellowish, moss-like vegetation which stretched around me in all directions for interminable miles.

But where to go, and how, was as much of a puzzle to me as the age old search for the spring of eternal life has been to earthly men since the beginning of time.

My revolvers were strapped to my lifeless body which, for some unfathomable reason, I could not bring myself to touch.

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...no day passed that did not bring some new proof of their love for my princess, the incomparable Dejah Thoris.

...I perceived neither glory nor profit in pitting my relatively puny strength against the iron muscles and brutal ferocity of this enraged denizen of an unknown world...

A warrior approached bearing the arms, ornaments, and full accouterments of his kind.

I saw Tars Tarkas rise to speak, and on his face was such an expression as I had never seen upon the countenance of a green Martian warrior.

...Earth men, almost without exception, cover their bodies with strange, unsightly pieces of cloth, and their heads with hideous contraptions the purpose of which we have been unable to conceive...

The Indians had by this time discovered that I was alone and I was pursued with imprecations, arrows, and rifle balls.

...but later, when I had become acquainted with their customs, I learned that I had won what they seldom accord, a manifestation of approbation.

I had at least two friends on Mars; a young woman who watched over me with motherly solicitude, and a dumb brute which...

The chariots themselves were large, commodious, and gorgeously decorated.

...after they completed the work I went about garbed in all the panoply of war.

...I nearly drove Sola distracted with my importunities to hasten on my education...

She was indeed, as her fellow Martian had said of her, and atavism; a dear and precious reversion to a former type of loved and loving ancestor.

For an instant I thought Tars Tarkas would strike him dead, nor did the aspect of Lorquas Ptomel augur any too favorably for the brute...

"Do you know what your unprecedented temerity would have cost you had you failed to kill either of the two chieftains whose metal you now wear?"

I would much rather not have told her anything of my antecedents, but no man could look into the depth of those eyes and refuse her slightest behest.

...but during the vicissitudes of those trying centuries of readjustment to new conditions, not only did their advancement and production cease entirely, but practically all their archives, records, and literature were lost.