At intervals were platforms like the one upon which we stood. The street nearest to us was most closely lined with houses; the fronts were open, with what seemed food displayed. The business district. Further away, with a great circular open space before it, was a large, broad structure. "The government house," said father. "An incline there leads down to the ground--the grottos are down there." It was an amazing, colorful scene--I fear my words are futile, wholly inadequate to picture it. The familiar blue vault of the heavens was above us. White clouds, tinged with a vague purple. The familiar sun--with a dim purple haze in the air breaking its tropical heat and glare. This five mile area of city, laid upon the jungle top, all seemed incredibly flimsy. It swayed everywhere in the gentle morning breeze. All the vegetation was gigantic, and flimsy--porous like our bamboo stalks, or banana trees. Father commented: "Nothing living weighs very much here. All living organism seems constructed with strange lack of solidity compared to our earthly standards." The lack of weight was everywhere apparent. Great brown vines and trees, branches with giant green, red, and purple leaves, huge colorful flowers. But with a machete I could have hacked it away, slashed through the stoutest trunk with a single stroke. The houses! I felt, gazing at them, that I could rip them apart with my naked hands! Zetta, both on earth and Xenephrene, weighed some eighteen pounds. There were white-faced, white-haired, half naked little children gazing now at us from the near-by houses--children who weighed a pound or two. Women passed us--in aspect save for their flowing white hair, not unlike peasant women of the primitive, tropical cities of earth as they were before the Great Change--but these women weighed twenty or twenty-five pounds! Men in crude leather garments, bare-legged, bare-armed, white hair flowing about their ears, some with small oval kindly faces, with no hairgrowth on them; these men might weigh from twenty-five to thirty pounds--no more. All flimsy! Everything--it brought me a sudden sense of power. Why, in a hand-to-hand fight I could smash a dozen of these men! We of earth were solid; the platform bent beneath our weight as we stood there; Dan's bulk tipped its unrailed corner until he nearly fell, lurching backward hastily to safety. Had he fallen, I felt he might have crashed on through the street itself, down through the forest to the ground. No wonder father had demanded his home built down where it was! * * * * *