Where men have walked : a story of the Lucayos . acteristic that was bornwith me—not to accept as positively true whatwould not stand the crossfire of questioning—not to swallow with faith what reason bade mefirst inquire into. The man knew my thoughts and understoodwhat I wished to know, although I did notutter a syllable. He smiled pleasantly, andliis whole face seemed to radiate light and wis-dom. My son, you believe. You are living in theYear of the Earth the 101,000th! What yousee will be written on your mind, and repro-duced, that those who read may know thatmany, many thousands of years
Where men have walked : a story of the Lucayos . acteristic that was bornwith me—not to accept as positively true whatwould not stand the crossfire of questioning—not to swallow with faith what reason bade mefirst inquire into. The man knew my thoughts and understoodwhat I wished to know, although I did notutter a syllable. He smiled pleasantly, andliis whole face seemed to radiate light and wis-dom. My son, you believe. You are living in theYear of the Earth the 101,000th! What yousee will be written on your mind, and repro-duced, that those who read may know thatmany, many thousands of years before anywho now dwell on the earth lived, when theywere flying through the atmosphere in atomicform, there was a great and mighty city here,built by human hands—the great and power-ful Bunavere. Its people you will see; youwill be one of them. You will live as theylived; you will see as they saw, and do yet see,for behold! the beautiful Bunavere rises beforeyou in all her beauty! Look at her, for,surely, no fairer will you ever behold!. The beautiful Bunavere lies before you AN UNDERGROUND CITY 145 I arose and saw before me a great city, and,as my guide had told me, a fair one; but, gaz-ing as I did from the heights where I seemedto be, the city resembled a miniature toy one,so small did its buildings appear. I gazed,enchanted, and as I looked, lo! the streetsswarmed with people, like flies, going hitherand thither, each bent on his mission, going inand out among the toy houses. The streetswere straight and very wide. They werepaved with something that resembled marble,and the paving shone white and glistened inthe strong hght. Occasionally a vehicle, nolarger than a babys toy cart, whirled alongthrough the streets like a flash of lightning. As I looked, I wished that I might see moreclearly. Hardly had I formed the wish, whenI heard, or felt, rather, my companion sayCloser! And behold! the city was at myvery feet, I soaring aloft in space that I mightsee the place in
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