EXCERPT
7
And then down they sailed off away deep
into the Undiscovered Country
of Old Death and Strange Years
in the Frightful Past....
"Where are we going?" cried Tom,
hanging to the Kite's tail.
"Yes, where, where?" cried all the boys,
one after another, below, below.
"Not where, but when!"
said Moundshroud, pacing them,
his great veiled cloak full of moonwind and time.
"Two thousand, count them,
years before Christ!
Pipkin's there, waiting! I smell it! Fly!"
