This feeling was accentuated when, having followed the covered walk
for a distance of several hundred yards, I observed that it led to a
magnificent, many-columned edifice which could pass for nothing if not
for a temple of the ancient gods. It was a structure of solid marble,
white marble artistically varied with veilings of black; its pillars
were massive as the trunks of the giant redwoods I had seen in the
California forests years before, and like those redwoods, produced an
effect of solemnity and awe; but all was so perfectly designed and
proportioned that, while the building occupied an area perhaps as large
as the average city block, it gave an effect less of magnitude than of
artistic completeness and beauty. No living thing was visible about
the precincts of this amazing temple, nor would I have expected any
living thing in what I had come subconsciously to regard as a realm of
the dead; but I was overawed at thought of this abandoned loveliness,
and paused at some distance to regard it reflectively, mentally asking
whether it was some still undiscovered survival from classical times or
whether I was but seeing a vision.
A suppressed exclamation from young Rawson brought me back to
reality--or, at least, to the unbelievable thing that passed for
reality. In the very center of the swift-rolling river, the banks
of which paralleled the colonnade at a distance of a dozen paces,
I observed a low-lying, gliding form, gracefully elevated at both
extremes, which at the first terrified glimpse I took to be some
fabulous monster, but which I soon recognized as some sort of boat or
canoe. Before I had had time for a half-composed glance at it, it had
gone speeding out of view; but in its fast-moving frame, I thought I
could distinguish half a dozen dusky bobbing shapes, and half a dozen
pairs of oars that reached out rhythmically, and noiselessly clove
the dark waters. Later, when I had had time for reflection, I was to
recognize this strange craft as akin to the shadowy apparition, the
unknown sea monster which had so terrified us in the submarine; but at
present I was overwhelmed by the knowledge that this weird place was
actually peopled, peopled by living men whom at any moment we might
meet face to face!
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