Upon this concave slope, in the foreground near us, were a variety of globes--small habitations for the workers. Paths ran between and over them. Further away, other larger globes glowed as though translucent, with light inside. Beyond them was a shimmering white lake--water or mist. Higher up--in the distance where the concave surface extended upward and swept back over our heads--was what seemed like dark soil. Things were growing there in orderly rows--a gigantic concave field of plants. It was dim off there, and so far above us that I could not make them out plainly. Again, close at hand, just beyond the village of globes, was an enclosure possibly a thousand feet across. Movement was there--busy workers moving in the artificial glow of strings of lights. Vague, shifting shadows--grey shapes of men, from which the lights cast monstrous grey shadows as they moved. It seemed a dim inferno of strange industry incomprehensible.... Brutar led us toward it. "We built all this," he said; and his gesture encompassed the entire inner void within that glowing tenuous shell. "We built and poised this here in Space. My followers have forsaken their homes to join me here. Soon we will go to your Earth-realm.... Some of us often go out there now--into that Borderland--to test our power." The enclosure had a wall about it--a thick high wall built of a grey substance lying in layers, folded in convolutions. We stood upon the wall, gazing at the scene within. "I would not have you see too much--now," Brutar said. A cunning look was on his face. "Not--too much, until we are better friends and I can be sure of your loyalty." * * * * * The lights were dazzling when near at hand--yet their rays carried but a little distance. I saw in the foreground beneath us, a section where men were squatting one behind the other in a long curved line. Their backs were bent forward, with heads and necks unnaturally held upright. Their arms and hands were outstretched in a curious attitude as with supplication. There must have been two hundred of the men, squatting in this single line which curved in a crescent until its end was near its beginning. They were men with bodies which seemed shrunken; their arms and hands very long; thin, tenuous. But their heads were over-large; distorted to a swollen size. Brutar said softly, "Now--in a moment--watch them." A leader, raised above these squatting, motionless workmen, gave a signal. From the head of the man at the back of the line a pallid light seemed streaming. It was very faint--a glow of pale white light, no more. But as I stared, breathless, I saw that it was not exactly like light, but a stream of something moving. Very faint; a fog, a mist, which a sweep of the hand might dissipate.