Six or seven miles farther, and the river widened considerably; before us
opened an expanse of water to the farther horizon, and then we sailed out upon
an inland sea so large that only a shore-line upon our side was visible to us.
The waters all about us were alive with life. There were still a few reptiles;
but there were fish by the thousands, by the millions.
The water of the inland sea was very warm, almost hot, and the atmosphere was
hot and heavy above it. It seemed strange that beyond the buttressed walls of
Caprona icebergs floated and the south wind was biting, for only a gentle
breeze moved across the face of these living waters, and that was damp and
warm. Gradually, we commenced to divest ourselves of our clothing, retaining
only sufficient for modesty; but the sun was not hot. It was more the heat of a
steam-room than of an oven.
We coasted up the shore of the lake in a north-westerly direction, sounding all
the time. We found the lake deep and the bottom rocky and steeply shelving
toward the center, and once when I moved straight out from shore to take other
soundings we could find no bottom whatsoever. In open spaces along the shore we
caught occasional glimpses of the distant cliffs, and here they appeared only a
trifle less precipitous than those which bound Caprona on the seaward side. My
theory is that in a far distant era Caprona was a mighty mountain—perhaps the
world’s mightiest mountain—and that in some titanic eruption volcanic action
blew off the entire crest, blew thousands of feet of the mountain upward and
outward and onto the surrounding continent, leaving a great crater; and then,
possibly, the continent sank as ancient continents have been known to do,
leaving only the summit of Caprona above the sea. The encircling walls, the
central lake, the hot springs which feed the lake, all point to such a
conclusion, and the fauna and the flora bear indisputable evidence that Caprona
was once part of some great land-mass.
As we cruised up along the coast, the landscape continued a more or less open
forest, with here and there a small plain where we saw animals grazing. With my
glass I could make out a species of large red deer, some antelope and what
appeared to be a species of horse; and once I saw the shaggy form of what might
have been a monstrous bison. Here was game a plenty! There seemed little danger
of starving upon Caprona. The game, however, seemed wary; for the instant the
animals discovered us, they threw up their heads and tails and went cavorting
off, those farther inland following the example of the others until all were
lost in the mazes of the distant forest. Only the great, shaggy ox stood his
ground. With lowered head he watched us until we had passed, and then continued
feeding.
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