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The Gods of Mars, by Edgard Rice Burroughs


The Gods of Mars

Edgar Rice Burroughs

FOREWORD

Twelve years had passed since I had laid the body of my great-uncle,

Captain John Carter, of Virginia, away from the sight of men in

that strange mausoleum in the old cemetery at Richmond.

Often had I pondered on the odd instructions he had left me

governing the construction of his mighty tomb, and especially those

parts which directed that he be laid in an OPEN casket and that

the ponderous mechanism which controlled the bolts of the vault’s

huge door be accessible ONLY FROM THE INSIDE.

Twelve years had passed since I had read the remarkable manuscript

of this remarkable man; this man who remembered no childhood and

who could not even offer a vague guess as to his age; who was always

young and yet who had dandled my grandfather’s great-grandfather

upon his knee; this man who had spent ten years upon the planet

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