Descriptions aren't any good when it comes to women, and I never was good at descriptions anyhow.

But it's got to be done somehow; the rest of the world needs to know about that country.
I haven't said where it was for fear some self-appointed missionaries, or traders, or land-greedy expansionists, will take it upon themselves to push in.

They will not be wanted, I can tell them that, and will fare worse than we did if they do find it.
It began this way.

There were three of us, classmates and friends--Terry O.Nicholson (we used to call him the Old Nick, with good reason), Jeff Margrave, and I, Vandyck Jennings.
We had known each other years and years, and in spite of our differences we had a good deal in common.

All of us were interested in science.
Terry was rich enough to do as he pleased.