ANNOUNCER: Now, the Special English program, American Stories.

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Today, we begin a new series from a book by American writer Edgar Rice Burroughs.  The book is called “A Princess of Mars.”  It is the first book in a series that Mister Burroughs wrote about a man who travels to Mars during the last years of the eighteen hundreds. There, the man meets strange beings and sees strange sights. At first he is a captive, then a warrior, and after many battles, a prince of a royal family. 

Shep O’Neal begins the story of “A Princess of Mars.”

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JOHN CARTER:  I am a very old man. How old I do not know. It is possible I am a hundred, maybe more.  I cannot tell because I have never aged as other men do. 

So far as I can remember, I have always been a man of about thirty.  I appear today as I did forty years ago.  Yet, I feel that I cannot go on living forever.  Someday I will die the real death from which there is no escape.  I do not know why I should fear death. I who have died two times and am still alive.

I have never told this story. I know the human mind will not believe what it cannot understand.  I cannot explain what happened to me. I can only tell of the ten years my dead body lay undiscovered in an Arizona cave.

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My name is John Carter.  I am from the state of Virginia.  At the close of the Civil War I found myself without a home, without money and without work. 

I decided the best plan was to search for gold in the great deserts of the American Southwest.

I spent almost a year searching for gold with another former soldier, Captain James Powell, also of Virginia.  We were extremely lucky.  In the winter of eighteen sixty-five we found rocks that held gold.

Powell was trained as a mining engineer.  He said we had uncovered over a million dollars worth of gold in only three months.  But the work was slow with only two men and not much equipment.  So we decided Powell should go to the nearest settlement to seek equipment and men to help us with the work.  On March third, eighteen sixty-six, Powell said good-bye.  He rode his horse down the mountain toward the valley. I followed his progress for several hours.

The morning Powell left was like all mornings in the deserts of the great Southwest -- clear and beautiful. 

Not much later I looked across the valley.  I was surprised to see three riders in the same place where I had last seen my friend.  After watching for some time, I decided the three riders must be hostile Indians. 

Powell, I knew, was well armed and an experienced soldier.  But I knew he would need my aid.  I found my weapons, placed a saddle on my horse and started as fast as possible down the trail taken by Powell.

I followed as quickly as I could until dark.  About nine o’clock the moon became very bright.  I had no difficulty following Powell’s trail.  I soon found the trail left by the three riders following Powell.  I knew they were Indians.  I was sure they wanted to capture Powell.

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Suddenly I heard shots far ahead of me.  I hurried ahead as fast as I could.  Soon I came to a small camp.  Several hundred Apache Indians were in the center of the camp.  I could see Powell on the ground.  I did not even think about what to do, I just acted.  I pulled out my guns and began shooting.

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The Apaches were surprised and fled.  I forced my horse into the camp and toward Powell. I reached down and pulled him up on the horse by his belt.  I urged the horse to greater speed.  The Apaches by now realized that I was alone and quickly began to follow.  We were soon in very rough country.

The trail I chose began to rise sharply.  It went up and up.  I followed the trail for several hundred meters more until I came to the mouth of a large cave.

It was almost morning now.  I got off my horse and laid Powell on the ground.  I tried to give him water.  But it was no use.  Powell was dead.  I laid his body down and continued to the cave.

I began to explore the cave.  I was looking for a safe place to defend myself, or perhaps for a way out.  But I became very sleepy.  It was a pleasant feeling.  My body became extremely heavy.  I had trouble moving.  Soon I had to lay down against the side of the cave.  For some reason I could not move my arms or legs.

I lay facing the opening of the cave.  I could see part of the trail that had led me here.  And now I could see the Apaches.  They had found me.  But I could do nothing.

Within a minute one of them came into the cave.  He looked at me, but he came no closer.  His eyes grew wide.  His mouth opened.  He had a look of terror on his face.  He looked behind me for moment and then fled.

Suddenly I heard a low noise behind me.

(SOUND)

So could the rest of the Apaches.  They all turned and fled.  The sound became louder.  But still I could not move.  I could not turn my head to see what was behind me.  All day I lay like this.  I tried again to rise, and again, but still I could not move.  Then I heard a sharp sound.  It was like a steel wire breaking.  I quickly stood up.  My back was against the cave wall.

I looked down.  There before me lay my body. 

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For a few moments, I stood looking at my body.  I could not bring myself to touch it.  I was very frightened.  The sounds of the cave and the sight of my body forced me away.  I slowly backed to the opening of the cave.

I turned to look at the Arizona night.  I could see a thousand stars.  As I stood there I turned my eyes to a large red star.  I could not stop looking at it.  It was Mars…the red planet…the red god of war.  It seemed to pull me near.

Then, for a moment, I closed my eyes.  There was an instant of extreme cold and total darkness.  Suddenly I was in deep, dreamless, peaceful sleep.

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I opened my eyes upon a very strange land.  I immediately knew then I was on Mars.  Not once did I question this fact.  My mind told me I was on Mars as your mind tells you that you are upon Earth.  You do not question the fact, nor did I.

I found myself lying on a bed of yellow colored grass that covered the land for kilometers.  The time was near the middle of the day and the sun was shining full upon me.  It was warm.

I decided to do a little exploring.   Springing to my feet, I received my first Martian surprise.  The effort to stand carried me into the Martian air to the height of about one meter.  I landed softly upon the ground, however, without incident. 

I found that I must learn to walk all over again.  My muscles were used to the gravity of Earth.  Mars has less gravity.  My attempts to walk resulted in jumps and hops, which took me into the air.  I once landed on my face.  I soon learned that it took much less effort for me to move on Mars than it did on Earth.

Near me was a small, low wall.  Carefully, I made my way to the wall and looked over.  It was filled with eggs, some already broken open.  Small, green creatures were in them.  They looked at me with huge red eyes.

As I watched the fierce-looking creatures, I failed to hear twenty full-grown Martians coming from behind me.  They had come without warning.  As I turned, I saw them.  One was coming at me with a huge spear, with its sharp tip pointed at my heart!

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ANNOUNCER: This is Bob Doughty.  You have been listening to American Stories and our version of “A Princess of Mars.”  The voice of John Carter was Shep O’Neal.  Our program was written for radio, produced and directed by Paul Thompson.

Join us again next week for the next part of the Edgar Rice Burroughs story, “A Princess of Mars,”  on the Special English program, American Stories, on the Voice of America.

A Princess of Mars, Part Two

10 March 2007

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Last week we brought you the first of four programs called  “A Princess of Mars.”   Our story is from a series of books by American writer Edgar Rice Burroughs.  They are science fiction stories, a mix of imagination and science.

Last week, we met John Carter who begins the story.  He enters a cave deep in the desert in the state of  Arizona.  There something happens.  He does not know how, but he has been transported to the Red Planet, Mars.

He quickly learns that gravity on Mars is much less than on Earth.  The lack of gravity makes him very strong.  He can even jump very high without trying.

He finds a low wall that surrounds a group of eggs.  The eggs are opening.  Out come small, fierce-looking green creatures.  When we left John Carter, a green adult creature carrying a long sharp spear was coming toward him.

And now, the second program in our series,  “A Princess of Mars.”

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JOHN CARTER:  The creature with the spear was huge.  There were many other similar creatures.  They had ridden behind me on the backs of large animals.  Each of them carried a collection of strange-looking weapons.

The one with the large spear got down from the back of his animal and began walking toward me.    He was almost five meters tall and a dark green color.  Huge teeth stuck out of his face, and his expression showed much hate and violence.

I immediately knew I was facing a terrible warrior.  He began moving quickly toward me with the spear.  I was completely unarmed.  I could not fight.  My only chance was to escape.

I used all my strength to jump away from him.  I was able to jump almost thirty meters.  The green Martian stopped and watched my effort.  I would learn later that the look on his face showed complete surprise. 

The creatures gathered and talked among themselves.  While they talked, I thought about running away.  However, I noticed several of them carried devices that looked very much like rifles.  I could not run.

Soon, all but one of the creatures moved away.  The one who had threatened me stayed.  He slowly took off a metal band from his arm and held it out to me.  He spoke in a strange language.

(SOUND)

JOHN CARTER:  Slowly, he laid down his weapons.  I thought this would have been a sign of peace anywhere on Earth…why not on Mars, too?  I walked toward him and in a normal voice announced my name and said I had come in peace.  I knew he did not understand, but like me, he took it to mean that I meant no harm.

Slowly, we came together.  He gave me the large metal band that had been around his arm.  He turned and made signs with his hands that I should follow him.  Soon we arrived at the large animal he had been riding. 

He again made a sign with his hands that I should ride on the same animal behind him.  The group turned and began riding across the land.  We moved quickly toward mountains in the distance.

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JOHN CARTER:  The large animals we rode moved quickly across the land.  I could tell from the surrounding mountains that we were on the bottom of a long dead sea. 

In time we came to a huge city.  At first I thought the city was empty.  The buildings all were empty and in poor repair.  But soon I saw hundreds of the green warriors.  I also saw green women and children.  I soon learned about many cities like this.  The cities were built hundreds of years ago by a people that no longer existed.  The green Martians used the cities.  They moved from one empty city to another, never stopping for more than a day or two.

We got down from our animals and walked into a large building.  We entered a room that was filled with fierce green warriors. 

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It was not difficult to tell that these were the leaders of the green Martians.  One of them took hold of my arm.  He shook me and lifted me off the ground.  He laughed when he did so.  I was to learn that green Martians only laugh at the pain or suffering of others.

This huge warrior threw me to the ground and then took hold of my arm again to pick me up.  I did the only thing I could do.  I hit him with my closed fist as hard as I could.

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The green warrior fell to the floor and did not move.  The others in the room grew silent.  I had knocked down one of their warriors with only my hand. 

I moved away from him and prepared to defend myself as best I could.  But they did not move.  The green Martian that had captured me walked toward me.  He said in a clear voice:

TARS TARKAS:  "TARS TARKAS -- TARS TARKAS.”

JOHN CARTER:  As he spoke, he pointed to his own chest.  He was telling me his name!  I pointed to my chest and said my name, “John Carter.” 

He turned and said the word, “Sola.”  Immediately, a green Martian woman came close.  He spoke to her.  She led me to another building and into a large room. 

The room was filled with equipment carried by the green Martians.  She prepared something for me to eat.  I was very hungry. 

I pointed to her and said the word “Sola.”  She pointed at me and said my name.  It was a beginning.  Sola was my guard.

She also became my teacher.  In time she would become a close and valued friend.  As I ate my meal, my lessons in the language of the green Martians continued.

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JOHN CARTER:  Two days later, Tars Tarkas came to my room.  He carried the weapons and the metal armbands the green warriors wear.  He put them on the ground near my feet.  Sola told him I now understood some of their language.  He turned to me and spoke slowly.

TARS TARKAS:  The warrior you hit is dead.  His weapons and the metal of his rank are yours, John Carter.  He was a leader of one small group among our people.  Because you have killed him, you now are a leader.

You are still a captive and not free to leave.  However you will be treated with the respect you have earned.  You are now a warrior among our people.

JOHN CARTER:  Tars Tarkas turned and spoke softly.  From beyond the door a strange creature entered the room.  It was bigger than a large dog and very ugly.  It had rows of long teeth and ten very short legs.   Tars Tarkas spoke to the creature and pointed at me.  He left.  The creature looked at me, watching closely.  Then Sola spoke about the creature.

SOLA:  His name is Woola.  The men of our tribe use them in hunting and war.  He has been told to guard and protect you.  He has also been told to prevent your escape.  There is no faster creature in our world.  

And in a fight they can kill very quickly.  Do not try to escape, John Carter.  Woola will tear you to small pieces. 

JOHN CARTER:  I continued to watch the creature named Woola.  I had already seen how the green Martians treated other animals.  They were very cruel. 

I thought, perhaps this beast can be taught to be my friend…much like a dog on Earth.  I walked close to the creature and began speaking in much the same way I would speak to a dog or other animal on Earth.

I sat down next to him while I talked softly.  At first he seemed confused.  I believe the creature Woola had never heard a kind word.

For the next several days I gained the trust and friendship of Woola.  In a few short days Woola was my friend and fierce protector.  He would remain my loyal friend as long as I was on Mars.

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JOHN CARTER:  Several days later, Sola came to me with a look of great concern.

SOLA:  John Carter…come with me.  A great battle is about to take place.  An enemy is coming near this city.  We must prepare to fight and we must be ready to flee.

JOHN CARTER:  Sola, what enemy is this? 

SOLA:  A race of red men who travel our world in flying machines.  A great number of their machines have come over the far mountain.  Take your weapons with you and hurry.

JOHN CARTER:  I collected my sword and a spear.  I hurried out of the building and joined a group of warriors moving toward the end of the city.  Far in the distance I could see the air ships. 

They were firing large guns at the green warriors.  I heard huge explosions.  The green warriors were firing back with their deadly rifles.  The air was filled with the sound of violent battle.

(SOUND)

Suddenly a huge air ship exploded.   It came down, crashing near me.  Red Martians were falling from the side of the huge ship.  And then it exploded!

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ANNOUNCER:  You have been listening to the Special English program, American Stories.  This has been the second part of the story “A Princess of Mars” by Edgar Rice Burrows.  This story was adapted for Special English by Paul Thompson. It was produced by Paul Thompson and Mario Ritter.

Shep O’Neal was the voice of John Carter.  Steve Ember was Tars Tarkas.  And Barbara Klein was Sola.  Join us again next week at this time as we continue “A Princess of Mars” in VOA Special English.

A Princess of Mars, Part Three

17 March 2007

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Last week we broadcast the second of our programs called “A Princess of Mars.”  The story is from a series of books by Edgar Rice Burroughs.

Last week we told how John Carter was captured by a group of warriors on the planet Mars.  Later, he became one of them by defeating a huge warrior in a fight.  He is still a captive, but he is treated with honor because he is a skilled fighter.  We left John Carter at the beginning of a fierce battle between the green warriors and their main enemy.  The enemy came close to the green Martians in huge air ships.  The green Martians attacked.   John Carter continues to tell about what happens to him in Edgar Rice Burroughs’s story, “A Princess of Mars.”

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JOHN CARTER:  Another of the large air ships exploded high in the air. Members of the crew fell to the ground.  The huge ship lost control and began turning again and again. 

Soon it was close to the ground.  The warriors climbed aboard the ship and began fighting the members of the crew who were still alive.  Soon the fighting stopped.  The warriors began taking everything from the ship.

At last, they brought a captive from deep within the ship.  Two of the warriors had their captive by each arm.   I wanted to see what new and strange form of life this creature would be. 

As they came near, I saw that it was a woman.  She looked like a woman from Earth.  She was young.  Her skin was a light red, almost a copper color.

I saw at once that she was extremely beautiful.  She had a fine face with large dark eyes and long, black hair.   As her guards led her away, she saw me for a moment.  She seemed very surprised.  Her face looked hopeful.  But when I made no attempt to speak to her, her face grew sad and she looked very small and frightened.  As I watched her disappear into a building, I realized that Sola was near me. 

SOLA: John Carter, that woman will be saved for the great games that are held by our people.  The games are long and cruel and end in death for those captured in battle.  Her death will be slow and painful.   She will die for the enjoyment of all. 

JOHN CARTER: Sola’s face seemed sad when she said this.  I could tell by the way she spoke that she did not like the games and did not want to see the young woman die.  She was very different from the rest of her people.

Sola, do you not like the games?

SOLA: No, John Carter.  My mother died in the games.  That is a secret you must not tell anyone.  The wall where Tars Tarkas found you held eggs that produce our young.  All the children belong to the tribe.  A mother never knows which child is hers when they come out of the egg.

My mother hid the egg that carried me.  It was not placed within the walled area.   She kept her secret until after I was born.   But others discovered her secret and she was condemned to die in the games.  She hid me among other children before she was captured.  If this secret were learned, I too would die in the games. 

Before she left me, my mother told me the name of my father.  I alone keep that secret.  It would mean death for him as well as me.  My people are violent and cruel.

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JOHN CARTER:  The next day I entered the great room where the green Martians held meetings.  The red woman prisoner was there too. Soon, the leader of the green Martians came into the room.  His name was Lorquas Ptomel.  He began speaking to the prisoner.

LORQUAS PTOMEL:  Who are you and what is your name?

DEJAH THORIS: I am the Princess Dejah Thoris, daughter of Mors Kajak, the ruler of Helium.   Our air ship was on a scientific flight.  We were to study the air and atmosphere.   Without our work the air on our planet would grow thin and we would all die.   Why would you attack us? 

JOHN CARTER: As she talked, a warrior ran to her and hit her in the face, knocking her to the ground.  He placed a foot on her small body and began laughing.

(LAUGHTER)

I reached for the small sword I carried and rushed to attack the huge warrior.

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JOHN CARTER: He was a strong opponent.  But again, because of the low gravity on Mars, my strength was far greater than his.  In a few short minutes, the green warrior was dead.  I helped the young woman to her feet.

DEJAH THORIS: Who are you?  Why did you risk your life to help me?  You look almost the same as my people, but you wear the weapons of a green warrior.   Who… or what.. are you? 

JOHN CARTER: My name is John Carter. I am from the planet Earth.  How I got here is a long story.  I attacked that warrior because, where I come from, men do not attack women.  I will offer you my protection as long as I can.  However, I must tell you that I, too, am a captive.

SOLA: Come, John Carter, and bring the red woman with you.  Let us leave this room quickly before some warrior attempts to stops us.

JOHN CARTER: The three of us quickly returned to the building where I had spent the last several days.  Sola then left to prepare food.  Woola sat in the corner and looked at the both of us.  The young woman was afraid of poor, ugly Woola. 

I told her not to fear him.  You must tell no one, but Woola is not only my guard.  He is my friend.  I have treated him with kindness that he has never known.  As each day passes, he trusts me more.  I now think he would follow any command I give.

Sola has told me that all captives are held until they can die in the great games held by the green Martians. Our only chance to survive is to escape.  But we must have Sola’s help for our plan to succeed.

DEJAH THORIS: Yes. If we stay with the green warriors, we will both die.  If we are to escape, we will need several of the animals to ride.  It would be our only chance.

JOHN CARTER: I have several of the animals.  They were given to me when I became a warrior.

Sola came back later with food for the two of us.  Dejah Thoris and I asked for her help.  The three of us talked long into the night.  At last Sola gave us her answer.

SOLA: Your best chance for escape will be in the next two days.  We will leave this city tomorrow and begin a long trip to the home of our tribe.  I will help you escape.  But I must come with you.  I will be killed if you escape.  

DEJAH THORIS: Sola, of course you must come with us!  You are not cruel or violent as many of your people are.  Help us and I can promise you a much better life.  You will be treated with respect as an honored guest.

JOHN CARTER: The next morning we rode away from the city on our animals.  More than a thousand animals were carrying the huge tribe of green Martians.  Also in the group were one American, one Princess of the Royal House of Helium, our guard, Sola, and poor ugly Woola.

Late that night we left the camp.  One animal carried me.  Another Sola and Princess Dejah Thoris.  Woola followed close behind.

We rode quickly through the Martian night.  I looked into the sky and saw Earth across the great distance of space.  Since I had met the Princess Dejah Thoris, I had not thought once of Earth or home.  I knew then that I would never willingly leave her. 

The next morning, I could see that we were being followed by several hundred of the green warriors.  Our animals were very tired.  I knew we must stop.

I told Sola and the Princess to take the stronger of the two animals and ride away.  I will hold back the green warriors as long as I can.   Woola!  Go with them and guard them with your life.

DEJAH THORIS: We can’t leave you alone. It would be certain death if you are captured again.  You must come with us!

JOHN CARTER: Sola took the princess by the arm and lifted her on top of the animal she had chosen.  Quickly she began riding away.   For a moment, Woola looked at me, then turned and ran after them.

I took out my rifle from its case.  I began firing to slow the green warriors. 

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I was able to slow them for more than an hour.  But then I had no more ammunition.  Soon I was surrounded.  A green warrior got off his animal and came toward me.  He pulled out his long, thin sword.  I reached for mine.  As we neared each other I saw it was Tars Tarkas.  He stopped and spoke to me very slowly.

TARS TARKAS: You will die here… today… John Carter.  It is I who must kill you.  Know that I will take no pleasure in your death.

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ANNOUNCER: You have been listening to the Special English program, American Stories.  This has been the third program in our series “A Princess of Mars,” by Edgar Rice Burrows. This story was adapted for Special English by Paul Thompson. It was produced by Paul Thompson and Mario Ritter.

Shep O’Neal was the voice of John Carter.  Steve Ember was Tars Tarkas. Barbara Klein was Sola. And  Gwen Outen was the Princess Dejah Thoris.  Join us again next week as we continue “A Princess of Mars,” in VOA Special English.

A Princess of Mars, Part Four

24 March 2007

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Now, the Special English program, American Stories.

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ANNOUNCER:

Welcome to the fourth and last part of our program, “A Princess of Mars.”  The story is from a series of books by Edgar Rice Burroughs.

Last week, we told how John Carter observed a fierce battle between the green Martians and a race of red, human-like creatures.  He also saw the beautiful Princess Dejah Thoris being captured after the battle.

A short time later, John Carter, the Princess and their friend, the green Martian woman Sola, attempt to escape rather than face death.  The Princess and Sola must flee while John Carter tries to slow the green warriors who are chasing them.   John Carter continues to tell what happens in Edgar Rice Burroughs’ story, “A Princess of Mars.”

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JOHN CARTER:

The huge green warrior Tars Tarkas came slowly toward me with his thin sword.  I backed away.  I did not want to fight him.  I did not wish his death.  He had been as kind to me as a green Martian can be.

As I stood watching him, a rifle fired in the distance, then another and another.  Tars Tarkas and his warriors were under attack from another tribe of green warriors. 

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Within seconds, a terrible battle raged.  As I watched, three of the attackers fell on Tars Tarkas.  He killed one and was fighting with the other two when he slipped and fell.

I ran to his aid, swinging my sword.  He was on his feet.  Shoulder-to-shoulder, we fought against the attackers.  They finally withdrew after an hour of fierce fighting.

TARS TARKAS:

John Carter, I think I understand the meaning of the word “friend.”  You saved my life when I was about to take yours.  From this day, you are no longer a captive among our people, but a leader and great warrior among us.

JOHN CARTER:

There was a smile on his face.  Once again, he took off a metal band from his arm and gave it to me. 

TARS TARKAS:

I have a question for you John Carter.  I understand why you took the red woman with you.  But why did Sola leave her people and go with you?

JOHN CARTER:

She did not want to see me or the Princess harmed.  She does not like the great games held by your people where captives are led to die.  She knows if she is caught, she too will die in the games.  She told me she hates the games because her mother died there.

TARS TARKAS:

What?  How could she know her mother? 

JOHN CARTER:

She told me her mother was killed in the games because she had hidden the egg that produced her.   Her mother hid Sola among other children before she was captured.  Sola said she was a kind woman, not like others of your tribe. 

Tars Tarkas grew angry as I was speaking.   But I could see past his anger.  I could see pain in his eyes.  I immediately knew Sola’s great secret.

 I have a question for you, Tars Tarkas.  Did you know Sola’s mother?

TARS TARKAS:

Yes… and if I could have, I would have prevented her death.  I know this story to be true.  I have always known the woman who died in those games had a child.  I never knew the child.  I do now.  Sola is also my child.

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JOHN CARTER:

For three days, we followed the trail left by the Princess Dejah Thoris, Sola and poor ugly Woola.  At last, we could see them in the distance.  Their animal could no longer be ridden.  They were talking.  When we came near, Woola turned to fight us.  I slowly walked to him with my hand out. 

Sola was standing nearby.  She was armed and prepared to fight.  The princess was lying next to her feet. 

Sola, what is wrong with the princess?

SOLA: 

She has been crying much these past few days, John Carter.  We believed you died so we could escape.  The thought of your death was very heavy on this woman…my friend Dejah Thoris.  Come and tell her you are among the living. Perhaps that will stop her crying.

JOHN CARTER:

I walked to where the Princess Dejah Thoris was lying on the ground.  She looked at me with eyes that were red from crying.

Princess, you are no longer in danger.  Tars Tarkas has come with me as a friend.  He and his warriors will help to see you safely home. 

And..Sola!  I would have you greet your father -- Tars Tarkas -- a great leader among your people.  Your secret no longer means death to anyone.  He already knows you are his daughter.  The two of you have nothing to fear.

Sola turned and looked at Tars Tarkas.  She held out her hand.  He took it.  It was a new beginning for them.

DEJAH THORIS:

I know our world has never before seen anyone like you, John Carter.  Can it be that all Earthmen are like you?  I was alone, a stranger, hunted, threatened.  Yet you would freely give your life to save me. 

You come to me now with a tribe of green warriors who offer their friendship.  You are no longer a captive but wear the metal of great rank among their people.  No man has ever done this. 

JOHN CARTER:

Princess, I have done many strange things in my life, many things much smarter men would not have done.  And now, before my courage fails, I would ask you, to be mine in marriage.

She smiled at me for a moment and then her dark eyes flashed in the evening light.

DEJAH THORIS:

You have no need of your courage, John Carter, because you already knew the answer before you asked the question. 

JOHN CARTER:

And so Dejah Thoris, Princess of Helium, a daughter of the Red Planet Mars, promised herself in marriage to John Carter, a gentleman of Virginia. 

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JOHN CARTER:

Several days later, we reached the city of Helium.  At first, the red men of Helium thought we were an attacking army.  But they soon saw their Princess.  We were greeted with great joy.   Tars Tarkas and his green warriors caused the greatest excitement.  This huge group of green warriors entered the city as friends and allies. 

I soon met Tardos Mors, the grandfather of Dejah Thoris.  He tried several times to thank me for saving the life of the Princess.  But tears filled his eyes and he could not speak. 

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JOHN CARTER:

For nine years, I served in the government and fought in the armies of Helium as a Prince of the royal family.  It was a happy time.  The Princess Dejah Thoris and I were expecting a child. 

Then, one day, a soldier returned from a long flight.  When he landed he hurried to the great meeting room. 

Tardos Mors met with the soldier and reported that every creature on the planet had but three days to live.  He said the great machines that produced the atmosphere on the planet had stopped producing oxygen.  He said no one knew why this had happened, but there was nothing that could be done. 

The air grew thin within a day.  Many people could do nothing but sleep.   I watched as my Princess was slowly dying.  I had to try something.

I could still move with great difficulty.  I went to our airport and chose a fast aircraft.  I flew as fast as I could to the building that produced the atmosphere of the planet.

Workers were trying to enter.  I tried to help.  With a great effort I opened a hole.

I grew very weak.  I asked one of the workers if he could start the engines.  He said he would try.  I fell asleep on the ground.

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It was dark when I opened my eyes again.  My clothing felt stiff and strange.  I sat up.  I could see light from an opening.   I walked outside.  The land looked strange to me.  I looked up to the sky and saw the Red Planet Mars.  I was once again on Earth in the desert of Arizona.  I cried out with deep emotion. 

Did the worker reach the machines to renew the atmosphere?  Did the air reach the people of that planet in time to save them?  Was my Princess Dejah Thoris alive or did she lie cold in death? 

For ten years now, I have watched the night sky, looking for an answer.  I believe she and our child are waiting there for me.  Something tells me that I shall soon know.

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You have been listening to the Special English program, American Stories. 

Shep O’Neal was the voice of John Carter.  Steve Ember was Tars Tarkas. Barbara Klein was Sola. And Gwen Outen was Princess Dejah Thoris.  This story was adapted for Special English by Paul Thompson.  It was produced by Paul Thompson and Mario Ritter. Listen again next week for another American Story in VOA Special English.

The Law of LifeWritten by Jack London 26 August 2006

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ANNOUNCER:  Now, the V.O.A. Special English Program, AMERICAN STORIES.

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Our story today is called “The Law of Life.”  It was written by Jack London. Here is Shep O’Neal with the story.

STORYTELLER:  The old Indian was sitting on the snow. It was Koskoosh, former chief of his tribe. Now, all he could do was sit and listen to the others. His eyes were old.  He could not see, but his ears were wide open to every sound.

“Aha.” That was the sound of his daughter, Sit-cum-to-ha.  She was beating the dogs, trying to make them stand in front of the snow sleds.  He was forgotten by her, and by the others, too. They had to look for new hunting grounds. The long, snowy ride waited. The days of the northlands were growing short. The tribe could not wait for death. Koskoosh was dying.

The stiff, crackling noises of frozen animal skins told him that the chief’s tent was being torn down. The chief was a mighty hunter. He was his son, the son of Koskoosh.  Koskoosh was being left to die.

As the women worked, old Koskoosh could hear his son’s voice drive them to work faster. He listened harder. It was the last time he would hear that voice. A child cried, and a woman sang softly to quiet it. The child was Koo-tee, the old man thought, a sickly child. It would die soon, and they would burn a hole in the frozen ground to bury it. They would cover its small body with stones to keep the wolves away.

“Well, what of it? A few years, and in the end, death. Death waited ever hungry. Death had the hungriest stomach of all.”

Koskoosh listened to other sounds he would hear no more: the men tying strong leather rope around the sleds to hold their belongings; the sharp sounds of leather whips, ordering the dogs to move and pull the sleds.

“Listen to the dogs cry. How they hated the work.”

They were off.  Sled after sled moved slowly away into the silence. They had passed out of his life.  He must meet his last hour alone.

“But what was that?” The snow packed down hard under someone’s shoes. A man stood beside him, and placed a hand gently on his old head. His son was good to do this. He remembered other old men whose sons had not done this, who had left without a goodbye.

His mind traveled into the past until his son’s voice brought him back.  “It is well with you?” his son asked. And the old man answered, “It is well.”

“There is wood next to you and the fire burns bright,” the son said. “The morning is gray and the cold is here. It will snow soon.  Even now it is snowing. Ahh, even now it is snowing.

“The tribesmen hurry. Their loads are heavy and their stomachs flat from little food. The way is long and they travel fast. I go now. All is well?”

“It is well. I am as last year’s leaf that sticks to the tree. The first breath that blows will knock me to the ground. My voice is like an old woman’s. My eyes no longer show me the way my feet go. I am tired and all is well.”

He lowered his head to his chest and listened to the snow as his son rode away. He felt the sticks of wood next to him again. One by one, the fire would eat them.  And step by step, death would cover him. When the last stick was gone, the cold would come. First, his feet would freeze. Then, his hands. The cold would travel slowly from the outside to the inside of him, and he would rest. It was easy…all men must die.

He felt sorrow, but he did not think of his sorrow.  It was the way of life.  He had lived close to the earth, and the law was not new to him.  It was the law of the body.  Nature was not kind to the body.  She was not thoughtful of the person alone.  She was interested only in the group, the race, the species.

This was a deep thought for old Koskoosh. He had seen examples of it in all his life. The tree sap in early spring; the new-born green leaf, soft and fresh as skin; the fall of the yellowed, dry leaf. In this alone was all history.

He placed another stick on the fire and began to remember his past. He had been a great chief, too. He had seen days of much food and laughter; fat stomachs when food was left to rot and spoil; times when they left animals alone, unkilled; days when women had many children.  And he had seen days of no food and empty stomachs, days when the fish did not come, and the animals were hard to find.

For seven years the animals did not come. Then, he remembered when as a small boy how he watched the wolves kill a moose. He was with his friend Zing-ha, who was killed later in the Yukon River.

Ah, but the moose. Zing-ha and he had gone out to play that day.  Down by the river they saw fresh steps of a big, heavy moose.  “He’s an old one,” Zing-ha had said.  “He cannot run like the others. He has fallen behind. The wolves have separated him from the others. They will never leave him.”

And so it was. By day and night, never stopping, biting at his nose, biting at his feet, the wolves stayed with him until the end.

Zing-ha and he had felt the blood quicken in their bodies. The end would be a sight to see.

They had followed the steps of the moose and the wolves.  Each step told a different story.  They could see the tragedy as it happened: here was the place the moose stopped to fight.  The snow was packed down for many feet. One wolf had been caught by the heavy feet of the moose and kicked to death.  Further on, they saw how the moose had struggled to escape up a hill.  But the wolves had attacked from behind.  The moose had fallen down and crushed two wolves. Yet, it was clear the end was near.

The snow was red ahead of them. Then they heard the sounds of battle.  He and Zing-ha moved closer, on their stomachs, so the wolves would not see them.  They saw the end. The picture was so strong it had stayed with him all his life.  His dull, blind eyes saw the end again as they had in the far off past.

For long, his mind saw his past. The fire began to die out, and the cold entered his body.  He placed two more sticks on it, just two more left. This would be how long he would live.

It was very lonely. He placed one of the last pieces of wood on the fire.  Listen, what a strange noise for wood to make in the fire.  No, it wasn’t wood.  His body shook as he recognized the sound…wolves.

The cry of a wolf brought the picture of the old moose back to him again.  He saw the body torn to pieces, with fresh blood running on the snow.  He saw the clean bones lying gray against the frozen blood.  He saw the rushing forms of the gray wolves, their shinning eyes, their long wet tongues and sharp teeth.  And he saw them form a circle and move ever slowly closer and closer.

A cold, wet nose touched his face.  At the touch, his soul jumped forward to awaken him. His hand went to the fire and he pulled a burning stick from it.  The wolf saw the fire, but was not afraid.  It turned and howled into the air to his brother wolves. They answered with hunger in their throats, and came running.

The old Indian listened to the hungry wolves.  He heard them form a circle around him and his small fire.  He waved his burning stick at them, but they did not move away.  Now, one of them moved closer, slowly, as if to test the old man’s strength.  Another and another followed.  The circle grew smaller and smaller.  Not one wolf stayed behind.

Why should he fight?  Why cling to life?  And he dropped his stick with the fire on the end of it.  It fell in the snow and the light went out.

The circle of wolves moved closer. Once again the old Indian saw the picture of the moose as it struggled before the end came.  He dropped his head to his knees. What did it matter after all?  Isn’t this the law of life?

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ANNOUNCER: You have just heard the American story “The Law of Life.”  It was written by Jack London. Your storyteller was Shep O’Neal.  Listen again next week for another American story in V.O.A. Special English. I’m Faith Lapidus.

Losing It:  It's Hard When You Lose ControlMary was angry at herself. She asked, "Am I losing it?" Transcript of radio broadcast: 22 October 2006

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I'm Susan Clark with the Special English program, Words and Their Stories.

Tom Smith is the best hitter on his company's baseball team. For weeks during the playing season, Tom hit a home run in every game the team played. But then suddenly he stopped hitting home runs. He could not hit the baseball at all.

One day he struck out three times in one game. He said, "I am afraid I am losing it."

Mary Jones bought a dress in a woman's clothing store. She felt very happy about buying the dress until she got home. Then she remembered she had left her credit card at the store when she used it to pay for the dress. It was the third time that month that Mary had forgotten something important.

Mary was angry with herself. She said, "Am I losing it?"

Emma Cleveland was teaching a class in mathematics at a college. She began to explain to the students how to solve a very difficult problem. She undersood it very well. But somehow, at that moment, she could not explain it. Emma said, "I must be losing it."

Americans seem to have a lot of concern about "losing it." At least that is what you would think from hearing them talk. They use the expression when they feel they are losing control. It can mean losing emotional control. Or losing the ability to do something. Or losing mental powers.

Word experts differ about how the expression started. Some believe it came from television programs popular in the nineteen eighties. Others believe it began with psychologists and psychiatrists who deal with how people think, feel and act.

One psychologist said, "We Americans have many concerns about controlling our lives. Perhaps we worry too much."

She continued, "In many situations, to say you are losing it eases the tension. It is healthy. And most people who say they are having a problem are not losing it." People may feel more like they are losing it when they are "down in the dumps."

People who are down in the dumps are sad. They are depressed.

Word expert Charles Funk says people have been feeling down in the dumps for more than four-hundred years. Sir Thomas More used the expression in fifteen thirty-four. He wrote, "Our poor family ... has fallen in such dumps."

Word experts do not agree what the word dumps means. One expert, John Ayto, says the word dumps probably comes from the Scandanavian countries. The languages of Denmark and Norway both have similar words. The words mean to fall suddenly.

Americans borrowed this saying. And, over the years, it has become a popular way of expressing sadness.

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This Words and Their Stories program was written by Jeri Watson. I'm Susan Clark.

Numbers: I, for One, Use These Expressions OftenA number of terms based on the number one. Transcript of radio broadcast: 12 May 2007

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Now, the VOA Special English program WORDS AND THEIR STORIES.

Today I will tell about expressions using numbers. Let us start with the number one.   Numbers can be tricky. On the one hand, they are simply numbers. On the other hand, they have meanings. I for one use these expressions a lot. 

Many people consider themselves number one, the most important person. They are always looking out for number one and taking care of number one. It is as if they are the one and only person on Earth. Some people however, are not so self-centered. My brother is such a person. It is true – no joke. I am not trying to pull a fast one on you. 

First, you have to understand that my brother is one in a million. He is such a nice person. All his friends like him. They consider him one of the boys. Recently, my brother had a bad day at the office. It was just one of those days. Nothing went right. So he stopped at a local bar -- a drinking place -- after leaving work. My brother planned to have a glass of beer with his friends -- a quick one –  before he went home. But a quick one turned into one or two, and soon those became one too many.

As my brother was leaving, he ordered a last drink -- one for the road. His friends became concerned. One by one, they asked him if he was able to drive home safely.

Now my brother is a wise and calm person. He is at one with himself. He recognizes when he has had too much alcohol to drink. So he accepted an offer for a ride home from a female friend.

At one time in the past, my brother had been in love with this woman. She is a great person -- kind, thoughtful and intelligent -- all good qualities rolled up into one. But sadly their relationship did not work. He always used to say "One of these days, I am going to marry this girl." But that never happened.

For one thing, she did not love him as much as he loved her. It was just one of those things. The situation was regrettable and my brother had to accept it. But even now, he considers her the one that got away. 

However, they are still friends. And because my brother had been kind to her, she felt that one good turn deserves another. He was good to her and she wanted to help him in return. So she drove him home.

If my brother had driven home from the bar that night, his number would have been up. Something bad would have happened. Thankfully he made it home safely. And, he and the woman are back to square one. They are back to where they started – being friends.

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This VOA Special English program, WORDS AND THEIR STORIES, was written by Jill Moss. I’m Faith Lapidus.

Let's Do Business:  I Made a Sweetheart Deal Last WeekJill Moss 05 August 2006

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Now, the VOA Special English program, Words and Their Stories.

There are many special terms in the world of business.         

The following story is about a sweetheart deal which I made last week.  I made the deal with a friend, and we both made a profit. 

I had started a small company several years ago.  I worked hard to make it successful.  It was a sign-making business.  It was a small compay, not a blue chip company.  It was not known nationally for the quality of its signs.  It did not make millions of dollars in profits.  And it was private.  It was not a public company with shares traded on the stock market.

Still, I worked hard building up my business. I did not work only a few hours each day -- no banker’s hours for me.   Instead I spent many hours each day, seven days a week, trying to grow the company.  I never cut corners or tried to save on expenses.  I made many cold calls.  I called on possible buyers from a list of people I had never seen.   Such calls were often hard sells.  I had to be very firm.

Sometimes I sold my signs at a loss.  I did not make money on my product.  When this happened, there were cut backs.  I had to use fewer supplies and reduce the number of workers.  But after several years, the company broke even.  Profits were equal to expenses.  And soon after, I began to gain ground.   My signs were selling very quickly.  They were selling like hotcakes. 

I was happy.  The company was moving forward and making real progress.  It was in the black, not in the red.  The company was making money, not losing it.

My friend knew about my business.  He is a leader in the sign-making industry – a real big gun, if you know what I mean.   He offered to buy my company.  My friend wanted to take it public.  He wanted to sell shares in the company to the general public. 

My friend believed it was best to strike while the iron is hot.  He wanted to take action at the best time possible and not wait.   He offered me a ball park estimate of the amount he would pay to buy my company.  But I knew his uneducated guess was low.  My company was worth much more.  He asked his bean-counter to crunch the numbers.  That is, he asked his accountant to take a close look at the finances of my company and decide how much it was worth. Then my friend increased his offer. 

My friend’s official offer was finally given to me in black and white.  It was written on paper and more than I ever dreamed.  I was finally able to get a break.  I made a huge profit on my company, and my friend also got a bang for the buck.  He got a successful business for the money he spent.

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This VOA Special English program, WORDS AND THEIR STORIES, was written by Jill Moss.  I’m Faith Lapidus.

Computer Terms:  Good Hackers, Bad Hackers and Busy Bloggers

03 September 2006

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Now, the VOA Special English program Words and Their Stories.

Computer technology has become a major part of people’s lives. This technology has its own special words. One example is the word mouse.   A computer mouse is not a small animal that lives in buildings and open fields.  It is a small device that you move around on a flat surface in front of a computer.  The mouse moves the pointer, or cursor, on the computer screen.

Computer expert Douglas Engelbart developed the idea for the mouse in the early nineteen sixties.  The first computer mouse was a carved block of wood with two metal wheels. It was called a mouse because it had a tail at one end. The tail was the wire that connected it to the computer. 

Using a computer takes some training.  People who are experts are sometimes called hackers.  A hacker is usually a person who writes software programs in a special computer language.  But the word hacker is also used to describe a person who tries to steal information from computer systems.         

Another well known computer word is Google, spelled g-o-o-g-l-e.  It is the name of a popular search engine for the Internet.  People use the search engine to find information about almost any subject on the Internet.  The people who started the company named it Google because in mathematics, googol, spelled g-o-o-g-o-l, is an extremely large number.  It is the number one followed by one hundred zeros. 

When you Google a subject, you can get a large amount of information about it. Some people like to Google their friends or themselves to see how many times their name appears on the Internet.

If you google someone, you might find that person’s name on a blog.  A blog is the shortened name for a Web log.  A blog is a personal Web page.  It may contain stories, comments, pictures and links to other Web sites. Some people add information to their blogs every day.  People who have blogs are called bloggers.

Blogs are not the same as spam.  Spam is unwanted sales messages sent to your electronic mailbox.  The name is based on a funny joke many years ago on a British television show, “Monty Python’s Flying Circus.” 

Some friends are at an eating place that only serves a processed meat product from the United States called Spam.  Every time the friends try to speak, another group of people starts singing the word Spam very loudly. 

This interferes with the friends’ discussion – just as unwanted sales messages interfere with communication over the Internet.

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This VOA Special English program, WORDS AND THEIR STORIES, was written by Jill Moss.  I’m Faith Lapidus.