Five Thousand Miles Underground; Or, the Mystery of the Centre of the EarthRockwood, Roy
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Five Thousand Miles Underground; Or, the Mystery of the Centre of the Earth
Rockwood, Roy
Science fiction
It was getting on to five o’clock, the hour when the brilliant lights
usually disappeared, when Mark, who was steering in the conning tower,
gave a cry.
“What is it?” asked the professor, looking up from a rude map he was
making of the land they had just traversed.
“It looks like a town before us,” said the boy.
Mr. Henderson and Jack looked to where Mark pointed. A few miles ahead
and below them were great mounds, not unlike that from which the geyser
had spouted. But they were arranged in regular form, like houses on a
street, row after row of them. And, as they approached nearer, they
could see that the mounds had doors and windows to them. Some of the
mounds were larger than others, and some were of double and triple
formation.
“It’s a city! The first city of the new world!” cried Jack.
“It is a deserted village!” said the professor. “We have found where the
people live, but we have not found them.” And he was right, for there
was not a sign of life about the place, over which the airship was now
suspended.
CHAPTER XXIV
THE GIANTS
“Let’s go down and investigate,” suggested Jack.
“Better wait,” counseled the professor. “It will soon be dark, and,
though we will have moonlight, we can not see to advantage. I think it
will be best to keep the ship in the air to-night, and descend in the
morning. Then we can look about and decide on what to do.”
They all agreed this was the best plan, and, after making a circle above
the deserted village, and noting no signs of life, the _Mermaid_ was
brought to a halt over the centre of the town, and about three hundred
feet above it. There the travelers would be comparatively safe.
It was deemed best to keep watch that night, and so, Mark, Jack, Bill
and Tom took turns, though there was nothing for them to do, as not a
thing happened. With the first appearance of dawn Mr. Henderson gave
orders to have the ship lowered, and it came to rest in the middle of
what corresponded to a street in the queer mound village.
“Now to see what kind of people have lived here!” cried Jack. “They must
have been a queer lot. Something like the Esquimaux, only they probably
had more trouble keeping cool than the chaps up at the north pole do.”
Now that they were down among the mound houses, they saw that the
dwellings were much larger than they had supposed. They towered high
above the boys’ heads, and some of them were large enough in area to
have accommodated a company of soldiers.
“Say, the chaps who lived in these must have been some pumpkins,” said
Jack. “Why the ceilings are about fifteen feet high, and the doors
almost the same! Talk about giants! I guess we’ve struck where they used
to hang out, at any rate.”
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