Fantasy fiction; Utopian fiction; Utopias -- Fiction
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A. D. 2000
BY
LIEUT. ALVARADO M. FULLER
U. S. A.
CHICAGO
LAIRD & LEE PUBLISHERS
1890
Entered according to act of Congress in the year eighteen hundred
and ninety, by LAIRD & LEE, in the office of the librarian of
Congress at Washington.
(All rights reserved.)
PREFACE
Lest originality of title and theme be denied, it is but justice to
myself to state that both were assumed in November, 1887. My thanks are
due to Lieutenant D. L. Brainard, Second Cavalry, for the true copy of
the record of the Greely party left in the cairn at the farthest point
on the globe ever reached by man--83 degrees 24 minutes North Latitude,
40 degrees 46 minutes West Longitude.
THE AUTHOR.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I
JUNIUS COBB'S MARVELOUS DISCOVERY 9
CHAPTER II
A STARTLING PROPOSITION 31
CHAPTER III
PREPARING FOR THE TEST 45
CHAPTER IV
JEAN COLCHIS, CONSPIRATOR AND SAVANT 61
CHAPTER V
ON THE EVE OF A CENTURY'S SLEEP 80
CHAPTER VI
FAITHFUL UNTO DEATH 101
CHAPTER VII
"YOU SAY THIS IS A. D. 2000?" 108
CHAPTER VIII
SAN FRANCISCO IN THE TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY 130
CHAPTER IX
THE CENTRAL PNEUMATIC RAILROAD 150
CHAPTER X
UNDER THE CENTRAL SEA 168
CHAPTER XI
THE ARMY OF INSTRUCTION 199
CHAPTER XII
JUNIUS COBB READS A NEWSPAPER 235
CHAPTER XIII
NEW YORK CITY--POPULATION 4,000,000 245
CHAPTER XIV
THE LAW OF THE LAND 261
CHAPTER XV
THE SYMPATHETIC TELEGRAPH 278
CHAPTER XVI
CHICAGO THE METROPOLIS OF THE COUNTRY 299
CHAPTER XVII
NIAGARA FALLS HARNESSED 309
CHAPTER XVIII
THE MYSTERY OF THE COPPER CYLINDER 315
CHAPTER XIX
RESURRECTED 332
CHAPTER XX
AN AERIAL VOYAGE 347
CHAPTER XXI
THE TRANSATLANTIC LIFE-SAVING STATIONS 363
CHAPTER XXII
LOCATING THE NORTH POLE 380
CHAPTER XXIII
UNITED AT LAST 396
CHAPTER XXIV
CONCLUSION 404
A. D. 2000
CHAPTER I
"Number three! half-past eleven o'clock--and all's well!"
"All is well!" came the response from the sentry at the guard-house,
while the sharp click of his piece as he brought it to his shoulder and
the heavy tread of his retreating footsteps were all that was heard to
break the stillness that reigned supreme throughout the garrison.
It was a dark, dreary, foggy night. The heavy atmosphere seemed laden
with great masses of fleeting vapor, and the walks of the post and the
ground surrounding them were as wet as if a heavy shower had just spent
its force.
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