on geometrically increases in power, until the other one hundred
and fifty miles of distance is traversed, which would bring us out on
the "inside" of the earth.

Thus, if a hole were bored down through the earth's crust at London,
Paris, New York, Chicago, or Los Angeles, a distance of three hundred
miles, it would connect the two surfaces. While the inertia and momentum
of a weight dropped in from the "outside" surface would carry it far
past the magnetic center, yet, before reaching the "inside" surface
of the earth it would gradually diminish in speed, after passing the
halfway point, finally pause and immediately fall back toward the
"outside" surface, and continue thus to oscillate, like the swinging of
a pendulum with the power removed, until it would finally rest at
the magnetic center, or at that particular point exactly one-half the
distance between the "outside" surface and the "inside" surface of the
earth.

The gyration of the earth in its daily act of whirling around in its
spiral rotation--at a rate greater than one thousand miles every
hour, or about seventeen miles per second--makes of it a vast
electro-generating body, a huge machine, a mighty prototype of the
puny-man-made dynamo, which, at best, is but a feeble imitation of
nature's original.

The valleys of this inner Atlantis Continent, bordering the upper waters
of the farthest north are in season covered with the most magnificent
and luxuriant flowers. Not hundreds and thousands, but millions, of
acres, from which the pollen or blossoms are carried far away in almost
every direction by the earth's spiral gyrations and the agitation of the
wind resulting therefrom, and it is these blossoms or pollen from the
vast floral meadows "within" that produce the colored snows of the
Arctic regions that have so mystified the northern explorers.(25)

(25 Kane, vol. I, page 44, says: "We passed the 'crimson cliffs' of Sir
John Ross in the forenoon of August 5th. The patches of red snow from
which they derive their name could be seen clearly at the distance of
ten miles from the coast."

La Chambre, in an account of Andree's balloon expedition, on page
144, says: "On the isle of Amsterdam the snow is tinted with red for a
considerable distance, and the savants are collecting it to examine
it microscopically. It presents, in fact, certain peculiarities; it is
thought that it contains very small plants. Scoresby, the famous whaler,
had already remarked thi