g the foothills of the
mountains vast herds of cattle were seen during the last day of our
travel on the river.

We heard much of a city called "Eden," but were kept at "Jehu" for an
entire year. By the end of that time we had learned to speak fairly
well the language of this strange race of people. Our instructors, Jules
Galdea and his wife, exhibited a patience that was truly commendable.

One day an envoy from the Ruler at "Eden" came to see us, and for two
whole days my father and myself were put through a series of surprising
questions. They wished to know from whence we came, what sort of people
dwelt "without," what God we worshiped, our religious beliefs, the mode
of living in our strange land, and a thousand other things.

The compass which we had brought with us attracted especial attention.
My father and I commented between ourselves on the fact that the compass
still pointed north, although we now knew that we had sailed over the
curve or edge of the earth's aperture, and were far along southward
on the "inside" surface of the earth's crust, which, according to my
father's estimate and my own, is about three hundred miles in thickness
from the "inside" to the "outside" surface. Relatively speaking, it is
no thicker than an egg-shell, so that there is almost as much surface on
the "inside" as on the "outside" of the earth.

The great luminous cloud or ball of dull-red fire--fiery-red in the
mornings and evenings, and during the day giving off a beautiful white
light, "The Smoky God,"--is seemingly suspended in the center of the
great vacuum "within" the earth, and held to its place by the immutable
law of gravitation, or a repellant atmospheric force, as the case may
be. I refer to the known power that draws or repels with equal force in
all directions.

The base of this electrical cloud or central luminary, the seat of the
gods, is dark and non-transparent, save for innumerable small openings,
seemingly in the bottom of the great support or altar of the Deity, upon
which "The Smoky God" rests; and, the lights shining through these many
openings twinkle at night in all their splendor, and seem to be stars,
as natural as the stars we saw shining when in our home at Stockholm,
excepting that they appear larger. "The Smoky God," therefore, with each
daily revolution of the earth, appears to come up in the east and go
down in the west, the same as does our sun on the external surface. In
reality, the people