ORKIES' JOURNAL, 30 SEPT. '71
At the crack of dawn I arose to find that the incredibly lumpy
matress I was sleeping on was, infact, old Leaper. He must have
spilled something on me during the night & I found it necessary to
change into some dry clothes.
Since everyone else was asleep, I walked over to the Temple entrance
alone. A vast sense of excitement welled up in me as I stood before
the dark entrance: every fibre of my body was tingling & then, --
Oh, No! Not again! oh, I say -- Damn: - Blasted Rum Luck!
Changing into another set of dry clothes, I ran at top speed toward
the Temple entrance again & the momentum carried me past the stone
opening & I found myself standing inside the musty structure, the
rising sun streaming through the portal behind me.
Half buried in the sand on the floor were bits of old sacrificial
pottery & the ghastly remains of some poor luckless mushroom fancier
of ages past, his yellow skull grinning foolishly up at me.
On the rear wall of this chamber were some extremely interesting
engravings. These were, apparently, directions of how to actually
find this very Temple and inscribed here by some unknown & forgotten
Pertian artisan. (these were really some fine examples of early Pert
I wondered why this chart, of sorts, should give directions to a
place where its author was obviously at when he was etching: but then
I realized that the modern day Poles were descended from the Perts.
All at once, at the end of the chart, I narrowly missed falling into
a great, gaping hole in the floor. With my heart pounding. I peered
over the edge of the opening into the blackness below. Prom the
black depths below came a sickening slithering sound and loud, long,
chilling Hissss! I instantly ..............
(Well, Gang, I had to complete this Journal entry also. Orkie's
notes stop above & mine proceed from here.
We awoke to find Leaper snoring under two sets of wet explorers' suits
& Orkie gone. Although I had hoped he might have wandered off into
the desert I knew that the damned fool was in the Temple. I woke the
others & we entered the structure & sure enough, there he was: passed
out cold & soaking wet, lying beside a large opening in the floor.