It riled Saxe. that his invention had been produced six centuries ago, and proudly, with long explanations, he displayed the handsomely engraved plan of the lost _Propellier_. Potolili turned aside to hide his mirth, we were a continual source of amusement to him. But he became deeply interested in Sheldon’s map of the world and marveled much at the injured, disjointed instruments belonging to Saunders’s impaired collection. He examined the remaining telescope with great curiosity, informing us it was patterned after antiquated astronomical curios in the museum. Saunders reared, and came back with: That it was a moderately good telescope; could not compare with those blown up in the explosion, but it had been of invaluable service to him in his labors. Then he swerved upon his favorite topic and began to bleat of the great planet Virgillius. Potolili roared and begged us to wait till we reached the Centaurians. “But, remember,” he cried, gazing at us with sudden respect, “though we have six hundred years the advantage, you have accomplished what is beyond us. The Centaurians will go mad and receive you as gods.” We gazed at this man who called himself a savage, and apprehensively wondered what the Centaurians were like. Gradually, thankfully, we emerged from the ice wilderness where for months we had miserably wandered, and under Potolili’s guidance made a wide detour to avoid a chain of lakes which seemingly divided the Pole regions from the living world. We crossed a low range of hills blocking the way to a sloping valley, thinly mantled with snow, which melted to slush beneath a burning sun. The temperature changed completely, this wide marsh freed us entirely from the ice, snow and deadly northern vapors, leading us to a rich, verdant, luxuriant country, a wonderful country whose lofty, snow-capped mountains, velvet mantled in soft green, reared sharply in the clear atmosphere of deep azure, and Potolili impulsively threw out his arms, murmuring: “The potency of God is sublime; He is the universe.” Yet, with all this loveliness before us, half regretfully we glanced back at the mist enveloped, frozen world, gleaming white, shadowy, mystic, beautiful, so beautiful—at a distance.