"The chieftain is getting out of the ship first and they are greeting him with much enthusiasm. He is shaking hands and talking with them. It seems their language is the same as his. He seems to be telling them who we are and where we came from, for our ship is very different from any on this field." "We are going to break contact with the Earth for we are leaving the ship now." Our chieftain and the group of men he has been talking with have finished their conversation and have turned to us. They grab our hands, shaking them vigorously, so I guess he must have told them about us. They are going to take us some place. We don't know where, but we are on our way. We see a man here in a uniform, two of them. They are going to one of the ships here on the field. We told the chieftain we would like to meet them and asked him if he could arrange an introduction. He spoke to the airport officials, and they are taking us all over to this ship where the uniformed men are. These ships don't look like the one we saw before, in the other city, which was the Martonian ship. They are different looking, different insignias. There are two types here. All of them measure around five hundred feet in length. Oh! there is one we see out there that is about a thousand feet long. We have reached the ship for which we were headed and have been introduced to the pilots. Our curiosity about that big ship is consuming us so we are going to ask these men about it, if it is as large as it looks to us. One of the pilots tells us that it is twelve hundred feet long and is capable of carrying seven hundred passengers besides the crew, with all provisions for three months cruising. He said he would like to take us into it to look it over, but it isn't his ship. The big ship belongs to the Venetians, while these pilots are from planet Jupiter. We asked if the Martonian ships ever stopped here. They replied, "Yes, but there are none present." Now they are turning towards their ship and inviting us to enter. It is a lot smaller than any of the other ships on the field, with the exception of ours. Inside it has a lot of instruments, very much like the Martonian ship which we have previously described. But in the cabin we see something outstandingly different. Here is a picture of a person who resembles male and female, very beautiful with a magnificent expression which we have no words to describe. It is a portrait of only the head and shoulders of a person around twenty-eight years of age. A crown of jewels rests upon its head and a key made of pearl is upon its chest. We asked who this was, as we thought it might be the ruler of Jupiter. In surprise, we were asked, "Why, don't you know?" We answered, "no. Isn't it the ruler of Jupiter?"