But we were rapidly approaching the southern gateway of this newly
discovered Eden, and I looked forward with horror to the darkness and
cold which were soon to envelope us. Beyond that, I had the most
pleasurable anticipations of returning to our paradise after acquainting
the outer world with the results of the voyage.
*XXIII.*
It took more than a week of rapid traveling to cross this last
continent, during which time we ate and slept alternately, one of us
constantly remaining on watch above. Many cities were passed of a
splendor exceeding anything known upon our side of the globe, and during
the transit we witnessed what we could not doubt were different
nationalities, if not different civilizations. These changes were,
however, not easy to estimate, from the fact that all we saw was so
strangely, so utterly foreign that differentiations which would be
marked and strongly apparent to a denizen of the inner sphere, were only
slightly in evidence to us. It was as if a native of darkest Africa
should journey abroad through Europe; it is not likely that he would
perceive much dissimilarity between German, French, English or Russian
citizens.
We halted only at long intervals, and generally in thinly settled
districts, to overhaul our machinery, or stretch our legs upon the
ground. The amount of territory covered during that week was vast, the
air ship being kept at her highest speed. We crossed rivers, great
lakes, or inland seas. We saw sights well worth recording, and marvels
which we longed to investigate, and would indeed have done so were it
not for our utter inability to communicate with the people; and perhaps
some day, even if we should not return, it will be worth to write a
fuller description of all the wonders we encountered in that strange
inner world; that world which, since the dawn of creation, has been so
close at hand, and yet whose existence we have never suspected.
Far to the south we crossed a body of water so closely studded with
mountain islets, that many were connected by bridges, and nowhere could
there have been a thousand yards between them, and this for a distance
of five hundred miles. And yet here were evidences of a past
civilization, in the deserted old castles, and rock carvings which
abounded among them. We hovered close above some of the largest of
these relics, without eliciting a response from a human being.
Manifestly they had been deserted for untold ages. The golden trumpet
had vanished from these desolate halls, neither was there any sign of
life within.
A change was coming over the air. There was a chill and the light was
fading from the sky.
"We must prepare for cold weather ahead!" said Torrence.
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