John Carter wakes up on Mars; he mentions he knew it like you or I know we're on Earth. He's still naked, and lying on a bed of yellow moss, which spreads as far as the eye can see. The sun is bright and harsh, he describes it as similar to the Arizona desert sun (believe you me, that is crazy harsh).
Regaining his senses, he stands up. And up, and up. When he gets his feet, every step sends him bounding into the air. He settles on crawling. Not the most glorious means of transport, but...
He heads toward the nearest structure, some sort of greenhouse. It's full of eggs, some of which are hatching; hexapodal, tube-eared, top-eyed, slit-nosed green martians. He finds them disturbing.
Then he hears something clatter behind him, just in time to leap out of the way of a forty foot spear held by a charging fifteen foot martian atop a ten foot hexapodal steed. Martian life seems to be hexapodal, and the moss is very good at damping footfalls.
Remember what happened with walking? He leaps over the greenhouse and lands about thirty feet away. Seeing that they're armed with rifles, he doesn't try to run.
On their part, they don't chase, but rather, stop and freak out. Mars' lighter gravity makes him crazy muscular by their standards. Their leader comes forward and offers him a bracelets and what is assumed to be a request for surrender. He guesses correctly, and goes off with them.
Edit;You know, now I can't tell if the narrator sounds Scottish, or like a laid back Zero Punctuation
Also, I should put the Project Gutenberg
link to Burroughs on the first post.
edited 8th Dec '10 8:58:46 PM by DrRockopolis