Chapter III.

Slowly and cautiously I went my solitary way down the lamplit road and

towards the large building I have described. The road itself seemed like

a great Alpine pass, skirting rocky mountains of which the one through

whose chasm I had descended formed a link. Deep below to the left lay

a vast valley, which presented to my astonished eye the unmistakeable

evidences of art and culture. There were fields covered with a strange

vegetation, similar to none I have seen above the earth; the colour of

it not green, but rather of a dull and leaden hue or of a golden red.

There were lakes and rivulets which seemed to have been curved into

artificial banks; some of pure water, others that shone like pools of

naphtha. At my right hand, ravines and defiles opened amidst the rocks,

with passes between, evidently constructed by art, and bordered by trees

resembling, for the most part, gigantic ferns, with exquisite varieties

of feathery foliage, and stems like those of the palm-tree. Others were

more like the cane-plant, but taller, bearing large clusters of flowers.

Others, again, had the form of enormous fungi, with short thick stems

supporting a wide dome-like roof, from which either rose or drooped long

slender branches. The whole scene behind, before, and beside me far as

the eye could reach, was brilliant with innumerable lamps. The world

without a sun was bright and warm as an Italian landscape at noon, but

the air less oppressive, the heat softer. Nor was the scene before me

void of signs of habitation. I could distinguish at a distance, whether

on the banks of the lake or rivulet, or half-way upon eminences,

embedded amidst the vegetation, buildings that must surely be the homes

of men. I could even discover, though far off, forms that appeared to

me human moving amidst the landscape. As I paused to gaze, I saw to

the right, gliding quickly through the air, what appeared a small

boat, impelled by sails shaped like wings. It soon passed out of sight,

descending amidst the shades of a forest. Right above me there was no

sky, but only a cavernous roof. This roof grew higher and higher at the

distance of the landscapes beyond, till it became imperceptible, as an

atmosphere of haze formed itself beneath.

Continuing my walk, I started,--from a bush that resembled a great

tangle of sea-weeds, interspersed with fern-like shrubs and plants of

large leafage shaped like that of the aloe or prickly-pear,--a curious

animal about the size and shape of a deer. But as, after bounding away

a few paces, it turned round and gazed at me inquisitively, I perceived

that it was not like any species of deer now extant above the earth,

but it brought instantly to my recollection a plaster cast I had seen

in some museum of a variety of the elk stag, said to have existed before

the Deluge. The creature seemed tame enough, and, after inspecting me a

moment or two, began to graze on the singular herbiage around undismayed

and careless.

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